I Do Not Go Gentle

Devon Driscoll, 24, Café Worker. Force Field Projection Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.

[devonxdriscoll]

Devon ⇆ Griffith

Mason: Well, how lucky for you.

Mason: Is this your way of asking me out?

Devon: That depends on whether you're gonna make me feel even luckier or not.

[dailydccast]

The fashion world has always been part of my life.

[ashten-dewitt-deactivated201909]

Ashten couldn’t stand being cooped up in the Estate. She had to be out in the city, had to keep her eyes peeled for any sort of clues as to where their captured allies were. Ashten hated just sitting around, not being able to do anything but wait. She had to do something. But it became even more frustrating coming up with nothing. Returning to the Estate with nothing but mounting frustration. And the only way she knew to take out her frustration was a punching bag. So she made her way to the gym, a bit surprised to find Devon there as well. But also not so surprising since the girl was just as much of a fighter as the rest of them. “I’m up for a round,” she replied, bringing her arm across her chest and pulling it closer to her body with her other arm to stretch. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” she warned with a smirk before switching arms to stretch.

[devonxdriscoll]

There was heavy respect felt for the woman who stood in front of her, not to mention a healthy dose of admiration too. They hadn’t spoken all that much, if at all, but that was never something she let bother her. After all, she did choose her own company over that of others almost every day and Ashten seemed to be the same stoic type. At the woman’s words there might have been the beginnings of a tug of a smile to return the smirk but it never quite makes it onto her features. “Good.” And she means it, there would be little point or want on her part to fight someone who was pulling their punches. You’d never learn how to judge your own short comings unless you were against someone who actually challenged you. “I wouldn’t want you to.” Devon waits patiently for the other woman to finish stretching so they can start.

[devonxdriscoll]

Devon ⇆ Griffith

Mason: Yeah? Well that's great, but how did you get this number?

Devon: Can't a girl just be resourceful?

Devon: But I'll level with you. I asked the bartender if he knew who you were and he had your card.

[devonxdriscoll]

Devon ⇆ Griffith

Devon: Hey, so you probably don't remember me from the other week but I'm the girl who's wishing she'd let you walk her home x

[devonxdriscoll]

It seemed like they were all locked in some kind of stasis and Devon had no idea when that would end. The attack hadn't left her going about life any differently really, with the exception of more time being spent at the Estate than ever. There was a stubborn refusal in her to just sit and wait, she couldn't stand to be feeling like she was doing nothing. So, she'd taken to spending hours in the gym there, working out with much more ferocity and determination than ever. When the time came for them to make their move she'd be read and this time she'd make herself too good to not be included. Her fists had been laying into the punch bag, along with her feet sporadically, when she heard someone behind her. Turning slightly, Devon gave them an offer, hoping to have someone share in her training. “You want to go a round?”

[necroticemery-blog]

Regrouping.

[necroticemery-blog]

Upon getting into the house Em was greeted by Devon in her typical, cool fashion. He couldn’t blame her though, since he held her in the same regard. It wasn’t the lack of physical affection that bothered him about the state of their relationship, but the chasm of distance between them. It wasn’t like they were complete strangers who’d never known each other before. They’d spent years of their childhood growing up together. Ten to be precise. And yet, here they were. And his concerns were focused on finding out what happened at Left Blank. Her expression prepared him for bad news before she’d even uttered a word. Emery frowned in return. “Tell me everything you know.” He hadn’t really been known as the subtle type. He could play the part to his benefit but it wasn’t truly in him. "What happened?“ He didn’t bother to ask if she was doing okay, she was standing in front of him and that was answer enough when it came to her.

[devonxdriscoll]

Maybe at another time she’d have spared a thought to how much distance there was between them, how they were almost more like strangers than family, but there wasn’t time for that with what had happened. No time to focus on emotions when their heads needed to be clear so they could form some sort of lucid plan of action to get those taken from them back. She’s quick to rattle off the injured, that’s not the piece of news she’s unwilling to give. “The Selvaggios are pretty banged up. Lia’s got a concussion, Eli was shot and Jackson had to deal with the Corinthian. Some guy called Nick got shot.” There’s a moment of hesitation, unlike her to hold back the truth from her kin but this was a truth she didn’t want to speak. “They got some of us. The Scottish girl, Allie or Ellie and Rhys. They got Rhys. I'm sorry, Em” 

[devonxdriscoll]

Do you think you'll be ready to fight the Corinthian if/when it comes down to it?

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

[devonxdriscoll]

Does it scare you knowing how close you were to a Corinthian?

“No. I can do plenty without my powers and at the end of the day, a Corinthian bleeds too.”

[devonxdriscoll]

Do you think you'll be allowed to participate in a strike this time?

“I don’t think I’ve given them any reason not to allow me to. We’ll need everyone we can get.”

[kass--thetelepath-deactivated20]

Between a Rock & a Hard Place|| Kass & Devon

[kass--thetelepath-deactivated20]

For a moment, the only thing Kassidy could focus on was the beating of her heart, and how loud and fast it was. It felt like it was filling her ears. 

She slipped under the desk, the realization that they were under attack fully settling in, like a rock in the deep pits of her stomach. Devon’s words only cemented it, and Kassidy only nodded as the chaos finally began to reach a peak. People were running; fighting–it was hard to tell if you didn’t know any better who the good guys were. 

Instantly, she wished her powers were working. She could find out what was on their minds, figure out their next move. She was just was lost as anyone else, taken by surprise. It wasn’t a feeling she was excited about, and she was sickened by the thought of not having her powers during an ordeal like this. 

Devon’s question was blunt, but it wasn’t anything that surprised her as she thought briefly. “I probably have some work to do, but I’m far from completely defenceless.” Kassidy admitted honestly, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Her eyes darted around, sensing that this wouldn’t be easy. The door reached her eyes just as Devon said the words, and she pursed her lips, thinking. “Okay. We can do that.” She spoke softly, glancing at the agents fighting in their way. 

[devonxdriscoll]

Giving a little nod at the girl’s admission, she briefly appreciates the honesty before her focus went back to her plan making. It was safe to say that there was chaos going on out there and as much as she wanted to dive right in she had to suppress that urge to run out there and fight if they were to get out alive.

“You need to stay behind me, watch my back while I clear the way. Ok?” It wasn’t intended to be taken in any sort of way by the other girl. It was out of necessity. It didn’t make sense to have the less experienced fighter leading the way. If she were being honest perhaps there was an element that she simply, obviously trusted herself more to do the job. And if she were to delve deeper, there was the obvious need to be the one causing damage and shedding the blood of those who hunted them.

Her hands went to the inside of her jacket, pulling out the knife she kept there. “Take this.” Holding it out, Devon took off her combat boot with her other hand and pulled out the other, smaller knife from there. Sometimes it paid to be paranoid.

There’s a slight pause, barely noticeable as she runs over the plan once more in her head. It’s fairly simply, time hardly providing for anything but that. Run where possible and fight where necessary. “You ready?” Barely waiting for an answer she slips out of their sanctuary and into the madness, managing to cover some ground before halting in front of an agent with their attention on someone else. It doesn’t take much to make her second ever kill, just the flash of a blade that’s quickly buried in their neck. 

[dailydccast]

[devonxdriscoll]

dailydccast:

The fashion world has always been part of my life.

[necroticemery-blog]

Regrouping.

As soon as the news came to Emery’s attention, he’d hastily jumped on his bike and began immediately making his way back to LA. The job he’d been on all but abandoned. Some Syndicate members had been injured during the raid. Others were still unaccounted for, having been taken into custody. Tensions were increasingly high as of late with all that had been happening - and now this. He wouldn’t be taking anymore jobs out-of-town for the foreseeable future. They needed everyone present and he should have known better. He should have been there. Em arrived at the Estate the afternoon following the raid; he’d ridden all through the night and morning to get back as early as possible. He practically pitched his bike parking it before hurrying in through the front door.

[devonxdriscoll]

There’s a familiar sound of a motorbike roaring up, one she’d been waiting to hear since contacting her brother, and Devon makes her way to the hall to wait for him. “Em.” Is the only greeting her gets as he comes through the door. Maybe if things were different between them she’d have flung herself into a hug, needing the comfort and contact. But things weren’t that way, at least not yet, and she was fine dealing with it all by herself without help from anyone else - even her brother. To her it seemed only right that she be the on to break the gravity of what had happened to Emery, and she wastes no time in letting the grim set of her mouth do the talking right before she does. “It’s not good.”

[kass--thetelepath-deactivated20]

Between a Rock & a Hard Place|| Kass & Devon

[kass--thetelepath-deactivated20]

Truthfully, the thought that she was bothering the other girl should have bothered her, didn’t on this particular day. She was too distracted, in too much of a mood to matter. If that vibe had been given off, Kassidy hadn’t caught it yet on this particular day. So she looked at Devon with a bit of a curiosity in her light eyes before the man had barged in with demands and a gun on on his hip, a fury and determination that Kassidy knew this was a problem and a major one at that. 

Her heart was beating slower, and in an instant, she was on defense. In a split second, she was trying to use her powers, hoping she could grasp and reach something in the mind of the man telling them to put their hands up. 

Except nothing. there was no change, there was no flooding of thoughts that use to terrify her. Only the increasing pace of her heartbeat and her own thoughts plaguing her. She tried for once in her life, to desperate catch her power, and nothing came. 

Had she lost them? The thought was terrifying, but she couldn’t focus on that…she had to survive whatever the hell this was. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat that had formed and her eyes darted around the room as she heard Devon respond. She couldn’t freak out now. She nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Didn’t think so.” 

She took a deep breath, her mind running a mile a minute. She knew this wasn’t good. She heard Devon, her eyes quickly darting to the female. She took slow and careful steps towards the bar, before darting underneath, thank for her small stature for once. “What the fuck is going on?” 

[devonxdriscoll]

Slipping easily under the bar with the other girl, she was also thankful of her size. “We’re under attack.” The words are dry, the answer so obvious to her. Maybe it’s something of a coping mechanism kicking in. As though the almost harsh note to her voice would translate into her actions and she’d be a force to be reckoned with once stepping back into the fray. 

Green eyes flickered over the other girl as she tried to work out how much of an asset she would be in their fight to get out of there. The telepath was small but then again so was Devon so she wasn’t about to discount her purely based on size. So she asked, little point in hanging around or being anything but direct with what was going on around them. “Can you fight?”

There were several plans forming in her mind about how to get them out of there. Devon couldn’t claim to be a maser strategist but she possessed enough knowledge to know what was a good idea and what was a bad idea.

Unfortunately everything that was a bad idea was exactly what she wanted to be doing. The urge to throw herself into the action and take out as many agents as possible was overwhelming, only fulled further when she heard tell tale signs of others fighting back. 

Her hands shifted to fists, clearly ready and more than willing to fight but for once Devon embraced her more rational side. They were caught off guard, all of them disarmed when it came to their powers and most without a weapon other than their fists. She might have been foolhardy at time but she’d never been stupid - she knew a suicide mission when she saw it.

Didn’t mean she was going to surrender but it did mean she’d fight to get out of there rather than to take out as many agents as possible. They’d make there way out and any blood she spilled on her way was a bonus. “We need to get to that door.” Tilting her head to the side she motioned to the door that was the focal point of all her plans. 

[syndicate-memes-blog]

send ‘confess’ for how my muse feels about yours

[kass--thetelepath-deactivated20]

Between a Rock & a Hard Place|| Kass & Devon

[kass--thetelepath-deactivated20]

She could tell the girl wasn’t very thrilled on having a conversation. Kassidy didn’t exactly blame her. She was very observant herself, and could definitely take a hint, so she wouldn’t engage too much. That wasn’t her style, no matter how curious she was, and she wasn’t at Left Blank to exactly strike up conversation either. 

Devon. It was a nice name–not the name she expected, but nice nonetheless. Kassidy gave a nod softly, looking around the packed bar for a brief moment, forcing herself not to read minds before she heard Devon once more. 

Of course…training. Seemed like everyone did that now a days. She could tell even in their brief encounter that Devon wasn’t one like herself–one that wasn’t used to bloodied hands and a kick or two. 

Kass took a soft sip of her nonalcoholic drink a bit, swallowing softly before she saw a sentence form on Devon’s face. She was attentive, at least until something both caught their attention, her head turning to the door, seeing the man in a suit with a piece of paper in his hand. The order came and went, and it felt like Kassidy’s heart and dropped to her stomach. Her hand gripped the glass, looking at Devon briefly before offering a nervous sigh. “…What’s…what’s this all about?” 

[devonxdriscoll]

There had been a moment where she thought she’d been found out. That despite her best efforts the girl in her company knew that she didn’t want to be there. A slight pang of guilt had been felt but now all she felt was the sort of white hot anger she thought she’d left behind in her teenage years as she looked at the guy who was telling them all to put their hands up.

So caught up in sending a glare his way, if only looks could kill, Devon’s eyes drifted back to Kassidy almost as an afterthought when she realised she was being spoken to. An apologetic half smile was given but there was no denying the grim edge to it or the fury in her eyes and determination in he stance. 

Quickly she looked back out at the bar, not wanting to take her eyes off things for longer than necessary. Any thing could happen in the fleeting second your attention was elsewhere. As her green eyes scanned the room the conclusion to what was going on seemed rather obvious to her. They were all in danger. “Nothing good.” Her eyes were still narrowed, except this time in concentration as she looked out and tried to reach her powers.

Except nothing happened. Just like that night at the bar there was none of the usual sensation she felt when using her power. The shield that she’d wanted to create between all of the Syndicate and those with guns never formed. Quickly, she worked out the odd. They weren’t great for her and this girl next too her. Too many man. Too many guns. And all of them bigger than they were. She could fight but she had another member to think about. “We shouldn’t stay.” Looking behind she saw what she thought was the perfect spot for them to shelter behind. “Get behind the bar.”

[griffith-mason-blog]

It’d be easy to claim that he’s pushed her this far out of some warped sense of duty. He’s constantly looking over his shoulder, constantly studying everyone around him in case there’s a crack in the mask worn by the monsters he hunts. It’s harder because they hide in human skin, but he’s better at recognizing those liars than most, because he watched his family do it for years. He was part of it, bullshit excuses offered for a brother who was a little stronger than he had any human right to be. And he knows better than anyone that when they’re shoved to that brink, they’ll always lash out with abilities they never deserved to hold onto in the first place.

It’s an easy excuse for why he’s still standing here, easy smile still resting on his lips as he watches her temper ramp higher with every word out of his mouth. But in the end he doesn’t know that he’d need it at all. If it’s childish or cruel or some combination of the two, he still enjoys moments like this far too much. It doesn’t matter if she hates him, as long as she can’t ignore him.

“I’m slow. It’s a character flaw.”  The words are rich with sarcasm, because even if it were true, she’s made it blatantly clear how little his presence is welcome next to her. If he possessed more empathy he might almost find it sad how quickly she swears she doesn’t need anyone, but instead it’s simply funny when there’s a certainty he could make her change her mind on that one quick enough. Everyone screams for help when there’s a black bag being pulled over their head.

Whether she’d deserve it or not is only speculation on his part. Though it seems a fair bet that if she was going to try and set him on fire or something worse she’d be trying already.

He holds his hands up in some mocking excuse for a surrender, but he makes little attempt to move. “Sorry. I’ll try to be less concerned about the girl who wants to walk halfway home by herself, at night, in Los Angeles.” He attempts a more innocent expression, a thing he’s certain neither of them believe.  “You sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”

[devonxdriscoll]

By this point her head was pounding and she wasn’t sure if it was the volume of the music, all the shots she’d taken with a vengeance or the way she’d been glaring at him for so long. Maybe a combination of all three. All that meant was Devon was even less inclined to stick around and listen to this guy trying to play games with her. Less inclined to even stay in the place at all.

Ignoring him would be the easiest thing but she’s all ready bitten back too many times now for her to be sure she could brush him off easily. And then there was that little part of her that saw it as losing somehow if she just ignored it. The child’s way out of it when her words alone weren’t enough to drive him off onto the next person who fell victim to his company. 

The sarcasm doesn’t make her laugh. Nothing even close to a smile conjured by it. Instead it causes her to lift her glass to her lips once more, surprised that there’s anything still left in it with the way he’s been making her want to gulp it down. Rolling her head on her shoulders as if that’s supposed to relax her enough that she can keep her temper, Devon fixes him with another icy look. 

“I can think of plenty others too.” With the sharp comment she finishes off the rest of her vodka and for a moment just glares at him. Green eyes travel over him briefly, trying to weigh up whether his hands spread in mock surrender would work in her favour should she chose to lash out now or whether the poison that she’d willingly been putting in her system would slow her down too much. It’s something she almost tries as the next words leave his lips, fingers itching to snap that faked innocent expression off his face.

But she’s tired of arguing and tired of the place itself so instead she just puts her glass down. And shook her head, not about to verbal grant him permission to come with her, though she was also too done to stop him. “At least try a little harder to fake the sincerity next time.” And with that she manages to get enough conviction in her step to move around him and head for the door.