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@everydayxghosts
ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨❤💋👨
😭😊 pick one bitch
😏😈
wtf…
😭🐈⬛ sad cat :(
(real)
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uh
ok then
❤️😗
hmm. Interesting.
⭐💜 yk im not mad that does fit
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Huh.
okay.
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Yk what I’m ok with that
🏳️🌈📡
Fair enough…
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what.
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social anarchist it is
😭🙄 I’m.. being an angsty teen?
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lmao bewildered sadness
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Jesus Christ I love being a dead owl
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I’m a screaming guy
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I’m Bucky now…
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apparently my gender is Oops. fitting
it used to be 2007 you know
All the adults should put in the tags how old they were in 2007
scuse me, found a new tag to block
Well.. it was fun, a small taste of freedom. He does miss it sometimes, but it's been a long time since he was one. "I did." He replied, he used to dream about going back to being a runner- but by now Conan has become reliant on the sandevistan, switching over would put him in a loop for awhile and he can't afford to relearn everything. Humming as he looked over at the cyber decks offered to him, waving a hand at them as a "no thank you".
Conan watched as Biz worked, helping whenever they needed it. he's used to people looking away from him even knowing his troubles with hearing- so it doesn't bother him that much. He had moved to help them with the projector but then backed off with wide eyes when they managed to do it on their own, it's a little scary how strong the Rockerboy really is.. they'll easier be able to pick him up- he doesn't know what to do with that thought. while his own chrome made him stronger, he is likely not as strong as them because he didn't undergo full body conversion like they did. He decides to let them do it, since apparently they didn't need their help- following close behind as they walked.
He nodded at their question, a bit grateful that they asked instead of just doing it. Conan blinks at the sight of biz's avatar, after the hack was done loading. huh, he wasn't expecting that- well..he didn't know what he was expecting, but their words made him smile. He Listens as they speak, he has heard of the fire starters before- though hasn't run into them yet, since he hasn't really spent a lot of time in Pacifica. Jumping off a crane onto a moving Av? Fistfighting? A firebomb in a Napalm factory? He has done some Gonk shit himself but their team is on a whole 'nother level of it.
And apparently that got them into the afterlife, damn- he doesn't really know what to say to that. Conan stays quiet for a moment, processing everything. "That is.. something, to say the least" he finally says, breaking the silent pondering he had been doing. "Your team has done some crazy shit." He continued, they really did- hes a lot more careful, has to be.
"Well that's cause we're crazy. You know, Gold actually told us we were the only team that managed any kind of success without getting killed?" They laughed a little, the avatar shaking their head while the physical body laughed. A slight twinge of embarrassment showed on the avatar's face as they tweaked a setting or two internally. "Sorry bout that, hate that creepy fuckin glitch. As I was saying, we only got crazier." The avatar went still for a moment as the physical body checked their map, turning a corner. The avatar unpaused then and continued. "So, we knew they were FAI now, but did that stop us? No. After all they weren't asking much of us that we weren't willing to do. A chance for someone else to fund us while we took out Militech was all Fais needed to hear to be in, Pride doesn't care about much of anything other than the pay, and well...I *needed* access to the Blackwall again. It's like it's calling me back, I can hear it almost constantly. At the time I thought I could live with starting the next Corpo War for a chance to get the screaming to stop." They brought up a video file scraped from BD footage they had managed to get while diving the Blackwall. It was like watching really bad security camera footage, mostly a storm of noise; but as they approached the file they were sent to retrieve the distorted sound of voices speaking in unison screaming for help could just barely be heard. It grew louder when they took the file, and a cloud of violent pixels burst from the node; coalescing into a silhouette similar to Conan's but with hollow spots, only some of which were filled with that of another body entirely. It looked like it was trying to speak - to reach out - but it barely managed to get its metal hand around their wrist before it was scattered into pixels and consumed by the empty expanse. As the video file closed and the avatar returned into view, they shrugged. "So, I took the contract with NUSA to get this new body so that the next time I dive I won't come back unconscious, and I might be able to keep whatever that thing is solid long enough to hear it out. In return, I take orders from Gold until the mission is complete. In practice right now that means gathering allies for an eventual attack on Arasaka HQ. Kick off the war with a bang, or something like that." The avatar breathing out a heavy sigh as though it was somehow exhausted from speaking; it smiled apologetically. "That's about all of it. If you got any questions go ahead; otherwise I'll get out of your head and explain what all this has to do with the song outloud."
im gonna be out of state for about a week here in a couple of days
so if I haven't replied to you by friday, know its gonna be about a week before I can get to you. I havent forgotten you!
To Asa
It was not easy to scare the witch and even then, her defense mechanism almost always would roll back to humor and sarcasm. And that man, or whatever exactly he was, didnt scare her at all so far besides the first time she laid eyes on him unexpectedly. His face of confusion was clear, hearing how many years he was isolated made things fall a little more into perspective, he was obviously lost in a strange new place but that was not what stuck in Minni's mind, t'was the sence 'When I had them hide me.' Who were them? Why hide him? A lot of questions came to mind for a few moments until his mouth were to open again.
—Asa.
She repeated for herself, a way to try and remember it easily, he seemed really fond of that hat of his, even though at that point it was barely holding its form.
— A priest? Like in church priest? Celibate priest? That kinda priest? God and all that?
Asked in disbelief, that was the thing that most got to Minerva, not the hunter part or the marking, but the idea of him being a priest priest.
—Wait, can a vampire be a priest?
Now a lot of questions started to bubble, she was getting out of track inside her head.
The laugh that sounded when she asked what kind of priest he meant would have been endearing if the mirth had managed to stay in it; but dipping into bitterness at the mention of vampires he would just sigh. "Yeah...but then also very much no. There was a Church involved, and God. Pretty close to what y'all call Catholicism actually. Capital 'P' Priests ain't quite what you're thinkin' though. Our sermons were given at knife point and the only confessions we heard were death rattles. And...yeah, since you asked. We were celibate. Well, 'cept Paul, but then he wasn't taken for training till he was almost an adult."
He shrugged a little, shaking his head as he came to the next statement. "Ah, well you see I'm a bit of an edge case. Seein' as Priests specifically exist to hunt and exterminate vampires; they cant really become them, no." He grinned, showing off his fangs once more. "Didn't start out like this, you know. Used to be human; well as human as a Priest ever is. Became this after a hunting accident. Lost the faith, gained a strength I wasn't meant to have."
He chuckled softly, bitterly. "Bein one of a kind really fuckin' bites after a while." So far as he knew, he was the only Vampire of his kind.
"We can also have a big dinner and open gifts." Jayce said, following her. "It could be our own....what is called? Oh! Christmas Eve! It can be our tradition that we do every year."
"That sounds absolutely perfect." She nodded, turning around a few minutes later to face him. She was already thinking about what she would need to make it work. "I think I can handle the dinner myself, but I'll need your help in picking out gifts. I don't know much about them, and you are quite good at it." She would approach Jayce with a smile, toying with the ring that hung from a thin gold chain on her neck. "At least if getting me to accept this was any indication."
Do you wanna be a domestic terrorist, because this is how you become a domestic terrorist.
Anyway good time as any to say it again-- Cyberpunk 2077 players on console y'all rock, your Vs are cool as hell, and your VP work will always be worth the effort you've put into it
thank god johnny only shows up in the passenger seat, because if I was riding the bike and johnny showed up on the back holding onto V's waist I would shoot my ps5
ok but i only ever ride bikes in game and i kinda need him to do that. really badly. or even just give in to the fact hes a halucination and just have him floating there next to me i dont care
It's probably because he is indeed thinking about tactics constantly, a hard habit to break. "It's the reason why I am still alive, after all." Conan responded, snorting at what they said. He nodded, it's understandable- being perceived by countless people, all staring at you while you performed while trying not to fuck up and embarrass yourself, He would be scared too, if it was him. He knows the feeling, he was a netrunner for a while as a child- before they switched him to the sandevistan and made him focused on being a force to be reckoned with once he was old enough to be sent out as a fighter, instead of being a ghost in the link. "I was a netrunner when I was a child, so I understand what you mean." He said, giving them a nod.
A month ago he was dicking around while on a series of some..very odd jobs. At the time he was confused as hell, now it's just hilarious to think about- soon as he was done, he ran straight to Kerry to tell him about the weirdest day he had. "Damn, that's recent." He hummed, odd to think about how they just got their new body while he was off doing his own thing.
At the sight of the rockerboy's reassuring smile, Conan relaxed and smiled back at them. He gets what they mean, he's an artist himself- usually he just makes vent art instead of talking about it, it's easier. But that isn't the only thing he does, he had design the cover art of his input's most recent album. Kerry asked him after he told him that he designed the art on the back of his jacket himself, after he had seen it. "I hear you, usually I just draw instead of saying.. It's easier that way." Conan told them, then nodded at their next words.
He had an inkling that it was related, but they are right about not talking it here- too many people, too many ears that can overhear them. "Right, too many around." he responded, subtly motioning towards one guy that seemed a little too interested in their conversation. He had noticed the stranger a few minutes ago, but the way they behaved seemed to be more than just hearing bits and pieces of their conversation..Hopefully he is just a normie that is curious and not someone that can blow bizz's operation. "Sure, I'm happy to help." Conan said, pushing himself off the stool- not before giving their little ease dropper a side-eyed glare, who had quickly looked away after seeing that he was noticed.
Seeing the glance they would look over to the eavesdropper; shrugging a little. Either he was a fan and therefore knew why it was a bad idea to fuck with them; or it didn't matter because what they'd said was already the common assumption. They'd walk with him back to the stage, winding up cords and trying to be as neat as possible so there would be room in the case for the holoprojector. "You said you used to be a runner, did you like it?" They knew Conan likely didn't have a choice in what he did with his time; but that didn't mean he couldn't have had preferences. "I've still got some of my old decks if you're interested." They chuckled a little nervously, showing off their bare arms now; two panels on each with little pastel rainbow light-tattoos of pixel-art daemons on them. "This particular Wiseman apparently runs on old-style hand-held decks; or rather, the guts of them. So I keep a stash of them to use as backups."
They tried to be conscious of looking at Conan when they talked, but there were a few moments they slipped; it was a habit to talk while they worked after all, so used to needing to be on coms while diving. Quickly though, the equipment was all put away; bizz easily hefting the large floor projector as though it was a hollow prop. They'd of course let Conan help if he wished, but it wasn't necessary. Waving a farewell to the owner - they worked out a payment system which avoided handoffs at shows - Bizz motioned for Conan to follow them out.
A decent ways down the street in the direction that brought them closer to the waterfront near downtown, their eyes would glow. "I'd rather talk on holo; if you're cool with me bein in your head for a little while. At least till I find the coordinates I'm meant to be meeting my ride at." When they were sure he was alright with it, Conan would see the warning that someone was trying to breach him; and eventually a screen with the netspace Bizz was seeing inside his head showing up where a holocall would. Bizz's avatar - a thin preteen looking child with messy red hair and big green datascreen goggles - waved at him and began to speak in his mind.
"There, that's better. Interesting place you got here." They grinned, sitting cross legged. "Right, so. Guess it works out best if I just go in order. Something like 4 months or so ago I got called in to be a part of a team sent to klep a set of files from the Firestarters in Pacifica." Conan would have heard about the gang, moving into territory that was lost by the voodoo boys and possibly having ties to Militech. "Job paid really well and I didn't have anything better to do; just pulled myself out of a really really long dive session and promised myself I'd try to be a person for a little while. So, I go. Even get a piece of tech from Netwatch to help find the shit were meant to be running off with." Pixel eyes rolled dramatically on the goggles as they sighed. "Job goes sideways, Fais jumps off a fucking crane into a moving AV and fistfights the occupants cause they were shooting at me and Gil - fun fact neither of us can shoot for shit apparently, but Fais can. he just didn't for whatever reason - and the other half of the team decided to make a fire bomb in a napalm factory; but we got the files and got paid."
They shrugged, shaking their head. "And we just kinda kept doing it. Goldshot would invite us to the Afterlife, buy us drinks, and give us wicked dangerous jobs that paid amazingly. Says he's getting us into war profiteering. Lost a few crew members over the months. Happens. I don't pay much attention, at this point I've started performing and I got friends now so whatever, right?" They shook their head. "Ended up on the run from Netwatch; found shit I wasn't supposed to behind the Blackwall on a side gig. Yeah, I never said I was smart. Either way, after hiding out in Alaska with Fais' family for a while; we come back and end up in a warehouse with Goldshot and his people. Except they aren't a fixer and his team. They're FIA. This was last month."
Realizing they just dumped a lot on the man, but there's still more to go, they stopped there and let it sink in.
"I'm just now realizing that you haven't met them yet." He said, placing his mug down. "Perhaps we can have a little get together before they go off to be with their families."
"You were all so busy at your shows, I never really had a chance." She hadn't wanted to get in the way after all. "Oh, I haven't gotten to host a party in so long, that sounds perfect Jayce!" A quiet giggle escaped as she kissed his cheek before quickly going to rinse out both of their mugs.
"We can always make our own traditions." Jayce suggested. "And as for my packmates, they are my bandmates, so it's the same."
"Ah, right; sometimes I forget things." She chuckled nervously, shaking her head. Still though she'd settle into a smile; moving to wrap him in her arms from behind. "I think I'd like that though, starting our own traditions. We could go to town later if you want; see the lights, maybe I take you skating." It was a little difficult for her, she wasn't the outdoors type; but he'd seemed so excited to try everything and seeing him happy was enough for her. "And we really should visit the others at some point this month. Or at least invite them here."
I don't think we can Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore our way out of this one, boys
Manslaughter it is, then
The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
so i cant find the small Johnny post anymore but like, i think i know where the confusion is comming from
This is me spawning in a V, Kerry, and Johnny using AMM
this is a unmodded screenshot a friend took
WHICH IS IT GAME!? they're even taken in the same parking lot!
— Hm, kinky.
She joked in a low voice, just as a thought made into words for her own hearing, intrusive toughts if you will. The witch was a shape shifter of somesorts, not because she'd literally change her body from time to time, but because she would enjoy testing out new hair colors and styles of clothes, at the moment her obsession was green as could be seen in parts of her hair and makeup, accompanied by shorter and more open skin clothes thanks to the hot summer weather in the last month or so.
Asa appreciated the tone, honestly. He wasn't sure if she was simply powerful enough for the danger he posed not to matter, or perhaps put at ease by the chains; but being spoken to in any tone other than fear or command was a luxury he was rarely afforded. The fact that she had managed to compel him at all was still a little troubling but so far she'd been nothing but accommodating, if a little curious.
Listening to her explanation he cocked his head a bit, obviously confused. The location was the first mystery to solve; he was meant to be in an unstable cavern off of a gold mine in Arizona. That puzzle was quickly solved when he remembered how humans seem so fond of finding shit they obviously aren't meant to be looking for and then just putting it in their homes without any thought as to why the thing was hidden. The year though, no amount of doing the math would make that less shocking. "170 years...It was 1854 when I had them hide me."
The idea of witches was not a new one for him; but he'd never believed in them. He'd seen real monsters, what use did he have for God's fictional boogeymen? Again, though; she had compelled him to move his desiccated corpse into a chair. He decided it was best just to accept her words as truth for now. "Can call me Asa, 's the name that's stuck the best anyway. Wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Minnie. Shouldn't be meetin' anyone, but I guess God's not done punishin' me yet."
He would lean down, enough mobility in his hands to push the hat up just a little so she could see his tattoo better. "Fair's fair. This right here's the mark of an Elite Hunter. A Priest." He'd snort as he spoke the name of his old order, still not holding much respect for them even after all this time to come to terms with it all. "Not really sure why they Branded us all, they said it was to carry His protection with us but that was obviously bullshit." He laughed bitterly, showing off his fangs again.
