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we  got  a  messy  altercation  at  the  end  of  the  game. you'll  appreciate  the  plan  tomorrow.

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       #hawtsec.  indie  josh  sauchak  of  the  watch_dogs  franchise,  !nvited  by  drew.

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punk.

   Jack was gobsmacked, a juvenile compared to the master when faced with being caught off-guard, expression both startled and defensive. He found sneaking around to be a talent of his, even without magic he could blend into the shadows, quick and quiet on his feet, a surprising endowment considering he never had to care about how much noise he made at home. It must have been all the ballet, or maybe it was something magic left over in his system.

   But none of that mattered given he was currently face-to-face with someone he hoped was not a night guard, as his expression twisted openly into confusion at the mans statement. Old ?Maybe. Lost ? That didn’t sound right. Red eyes flickered over the man, then towards the long hall meters away. He didn’t hear anybody.

   ❝ Dunno, ‘Old Man’, it depends on where you’re GOIN’. ❞ He kept his voice low and quiet, almost conspiratory, as his expression went from suspicious to appraising. Unlike some people, he didn’t like bodies, especially not the idea of his own going cold in a place like this, ❝ Seems like a weird place to get LOST. Didn’t you see the signs ? ❞

his  smile  hardens  for  a  moment,  intentionally  betraying  his  guise  in  order  to  flash  a  warning  the  kid’s  way.  the  coldness  in  his  eyes  is  powerful,  &  yet,  just  brief  enough  that  one  might  be  convinced  that  they  had  imagined  it.  ❝  signs,  signs  ...  my  eyes  aren’t  what  they  used  to  be.  ❞  jordi  winks,  apparently  carefree.  fuck,  he  is  carefree;  just  barely  keeping  his  own  voice  down,  volume  at  that  point  you  use  when  it’s  late  at  night  &  you  keep  quiet  without  thinking.  as  far  as  situations  like  this  one  go,  it’s  easier  to  lie  to  someone  significantly  younger  than  himself,  but  it’s  not  as  if  he’d  have  much  trouble  were  he  facing  someone  older.  (  either  way,  they  both  do  seem  to  be  trespassing,  as  he’d  assumed  at  first.  fair  enough  —  &  reason  not  to  create  a  scene.  he’d  rather  keep  this  a  stealthy  endeavor,  if  at  all  possible.  )

❝  if  you  can’t  help  me,  then  i  guess  i’ll  have  to  find  my  own  way,  ❞  he  laments  with  faux  disappointment,  a  hint  of  forced  shame  creeping  onto  worn  features.  jordi  doesn’t  plan  on  getting  his  fellow  interloper  caught  intentionally,  &  he  assumes  this  is  a  mutual  understanding  despite  the  fact  that  he’s  still  trying  to  psych  the  kid  out.  since  they’re  probably  after  different  things,  it  shouldn’t  matter:  there’s  honor  among  thieves,  even  when  things  get  more  serious.  (  maybe.  )  but,  ah,  curiosity  killed  the  cat,  &  the  fixer  is  admittedly  catlike.  not  yet  revealing  his  true  nature,  he  lets  his  eyes  remain  unassuming  as  he  angles  his  head  slightly  upwards  &  asks,  ❝  where  are  you  going?  ❞

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the  other  one  was  ugly  &  hesitant,  so  like  or  reply  to  this  post  if  you  wanna  play  an  in  character  game  (  or  games  )  tonight.  i’ll  message  you  &  work  out  the  best  way  to  go  about  it,  but  discord  will  probably  be  required  since  cards  against  humanity  is  the  first  game  that  comes  to  mind  &  we  can’t  use  it  to  chat  anymore.  if  you  wanna  play  some  other  time,  but  tonight  doesn’t  work,  just  let  me  know  uwu

[fiksr]

the  other  one  was  ugly  &  hesitant,  so  like  or  reply  to  this  post  if  you  wanna  play  an  in  character  game  (  or  games  )  tonight.  i’ll  message  you  &  work  out  the  best  way  to  go  about  it,  but  discord  will  probably  be  required  since  cards  against  humanity  is  the  first  game  that  comes  to  mind  &  we  can’t  use  it  to  chat  anymore.  if  you  wanna  play  some  other  time,  but  tonight  doesn’t  work,  just  let  me  know  uwu

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ellie.

“-Thousand dollar pajamas? Jesus fucking Christ, pajamas COST that much?” Ellie hadn’t necessarily been COMPLAINING- her pajamas were usually just an oversized night shirt. Who the fuck actually needed actual pajamas? It seemed like a waste to her, but, fuck.. thousand dollar pajamas didn’t sound half bad.

“…You don’t gotta buy me something like that,” She mumbled, turning to shuffle off. The idea of someone spending so much money on her felt.. weird. The most money anyone spent on her was about twenty bucks. A thousand didn’t even sound REAL.

thousand  dollar  pajamas  do  exist,  &  while  he  doesn’t  exactly  plan  on  spending  that  much  money  on  her,  he  would  if  she  really  wanted  him  to.  she  has  a  lot  more  influence  over  him  than  he  lets  on,  &  it’s  not  like  money  is  tight  around  here  or  anything.  he  can’t  remember  the  last  time  he  had  to  worry  about  funds,  &  he  plans  on  keeping  it  that  way  for  as  long  as  possible  —  especially  now  that  this  kid  is  hanging  around.  he  knows  her  background  isn’t  exactly  lavish,  so  when  she  grumbles  something  about  not  needing  something  so  expensive  while  she  heads  away,  he  affectionately  shouts,  ❝  fuck  you.  ellie,  i’m  buying  you  prada  pajamas!  ❞

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horrifying.

“This is mine now.” In a bold tactical move absolutely nobody could have seen coming, the man simply lets the child stab him in the arm. Is it excruciating? Yes. But is it a power move that neither observer could have predicted? 100%. She must have been aiming for the neck, luckily the ranger’s gamble played out in his favor. He simply turns his frame to keep the knife out of her reach. “Can’t do much without your tiddlywink knife can ya sport? Can’t do much with it either! I am going to do you a massive favor and beat the shit out of you in the worst way possible. Emotionally.” The soldier puffs himself up a shout.

“YOU CALL THAT KILLING ME YOU SORRY SACK OF HOT PINK SHIT? I HAVE SEEN BLIND ANEMIC KITTENS KILL BETTER THAN YOU! DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING BATTLE PLAN KID?! yOU JUST CHASE DETECTIVES AND MAFIOSO AROUND WITH A SWISS ARMY KNIFE KID? THIS YOUR GODDAMN LIFE PLAN? GONNA DO THIS FOR FIVE YEARS? TEN?! YOU GONNA DO THIS TILL YOU SHIT YOUR OLD BIRD ORGANS OUT?!?! YOU HAVE NO TACTICS! YOU HAVE NO GRACE! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A CREEPY FACE!” In his fit of rage, he snatches the mask right off the teenager and places it over his own face. “LOOK AT ME! I’M THE LEGION! SURE, I SOUND LIKE I’M SOME DEEP WEB MURDER CULT OF THOUSANDS OR A DAMNED HITMAN NETWORK, BUT I’M ACTUALLY ONE BACKWOODS HICK AND THREE KIDS HE TRICKED INTO THINKING HE’S COOL. THE HICK KILLED ONE GUY AND WE DID JACK SHIT.” The mask gets thrown straight at the girl, and then falls into the damp leaves and churned up mud of the trial grounds. “YOU CAN’T EVEN PUT EFFORT INTO YOUR ART CAN YOU, PRIVATE WEEPY? DON’T YOU FUCKING SOB WHEN I AM YELLING AT YOU, I DID NOT ORDER YOU TO SOB! LOOK AT YOUR FUCKING MASK! THAT IS NOT A MURDER MASK I WOULD WEAR WITH PRIDE! YOU SMEARED SOME FINGERPAINTS ON A FIVE DOLLAR HOCKEYMASK AND CALLED IT A DAY! DO NOT SHOW YOUR GODDAMN FACE IN MY WOODS UNTIL YOU PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND MURDER RIGHT, OR QUIT AND GO BACK TO SHITHOLE, ARKANSAS! DIIISMISSED!!!”

at  first,  susie  reaches  for  the  knife,  but  once  she  realizes  it’s  hopeless,  her  arms  drop  miserably  to  her  sides.  is  she  even  allowed  to  talk  to  these  people?  thanks  to  an  amalgam  of  her  confusion,  her  fear  of  breaking  the  entity’s  rules,  &  her  growing  terror  of  the  man  who’s  lecturing  her,  the  killer  does  not  move,  nor  try  to  interject,  throughout  the  entirety  of  his  speech.  tears  continue  to  spill  from  her  eyes  even  when  he  orders  her  to  stop,  &  once  he  dismisses  her,  she  pivots  &  books  it  in  the  opposite  direction  without  even  trying  to  retrieve  the  cheap  mask  which  he’d  tossed  to  the  ground  (  much  less  the  knife  that  she  left  lodged  in  his  arm.  )

jordi  has  seen  a  lot  of  odd  things  —  it  comes  with  his  chosen  career,  &  he  hasn’t  found  himself  in  a  state  of  surprise  in  a  very  long  time.  not  even  waking  up  in  this  godforsaken  place  really  spooked  him,  even  if  it  was  inconvenient  as  hell.  he’s  pretty  sure  this  guy  is  enough  to  confuse  him,  though.  somehow,  he’s  making  an  insane  situation  even  insaner.  it’s  only  once  susie’s  sobs  have  faded  (  not  because  she’s  stopped  crying,  but  because  she’s  far  out  of  earshot  )  that  he  speaks.  ❝  ...  congratulations,  you  bullied  a  high  schooler,  ❞  the  hitman  deadpans,  one  hand  placed  in  his  pocket  as  he  regards  the  other  with  ...  begrudged  respect?  maybe.  not  that  it  matters  very  much  ...  jordi  shakes  his  head  &  gets  ready  to  walk  off  himself.  ❝  i’m  going  to  find  a  generator.  do  you  want  to  take  that  knife  out?  ❞

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kassandra.

      Not often does the woman find herself ‘hanging out’ with someone.        Kassandra often kept to herself, but since she met Jordi, things have        kind of changed. For the better? That, she isn’t sure of just yet. Leaning        back, amber hues glanced over at the bottle of wine. Not as intrigued with        his words, as she was with the bottle of wine. She held out her glass, and        nodded with a small smile.                     ❝I used to be a mercenary, back in the days. But I can’t                     see myself doing it much anymore, now. Perhaps I’ll take                    on a few, but I think myself growing a little soft.❞

❝  well,  no  shit,  ❞  jordi  snorts  as  he  fills  her  glass  halfway,  falling  into  a  brief  silence  as  he  replaces  the  stopper  &  sets  the  glass  between  them.  he  gets  back  to  his  point  once  he  sits  back  down.  ❝  a  mercenary  would’ve  killed  me  when  i  held  her  at  gunpoint.  i  was  just  wondering  if  that  spirit  might  come  back.  ❞  finally,  the  fixer  leans  against  the  back  of  his  seat,  as  if  this  topic  bores  him.  he  takes  a  long  drink  from  his  glass,  then  places  it  back  on  the  table  which  they’re  seated  at.  kassandra’s  company  isn’t  unbearable,  like  so  many  people’s  can  be.  he  can’t  kill  her,  anyway,  &  she  doesn’t  seem  to  want  to  kill  much  of  anyone,  so  it  ends  up  working  out.  ❝  you  know  how  to  reach  me  if  you  change  your  mind.  i’m  always  getting  job  offers.  ❞

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@owntheinternet​  liked.

❝  hey,  don’t  look  at  me  like  that.  ❞  haha,  it’s  funny  because  wrench  is  wearing  a  mask.  ❝  i  can’t  just—  here,  hold  this.  ❞  after  forcing  the  small  crate  of  explosives  into  wrench’s  arms,  jordi  pulls  shut  the  ancient  garage  door  by  hand,  &  reclaims  them  before  the  guy  can  run  away  just  like  that,  or  kill  him,  or  anything.  ❝  i  can’t  just  give  you  freebies  every  time,  or  you’ll  start  thinking  you’re  my  favorite  customer.  ❞  is  wrench  his  favorite?  is someone  else  his  favorite?  does  he  have  a  favorite  at  all?  he  refuses  to  answer  any  of  these  pressing  questions,  but  they  both  know  he’d  usually  be  happy  to  give  the  kid  some  fun  extras.  he’s  just  having  some  trouble  with  his  guy  lately  ...  oh,  the  trouble  is  that  he  killed  his  guy.

❝  anyway.  ❞  he  enunciates  the  word,  &  places  the  crate  on  the  ground.  he  feels  at  home  beneath  the  empty  night  sky  &  dim  streetlights;  cities  are  so  much  better  than  any  rural  area,  that’s  for  sure.  ❝  how  many  did  you  need,  again?  ❞

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@ch0king​  liked.

he  looks  like  he  doesn’t  belong  here,  suave,  dressed  formally  —  indeed,  jordi  tends  to  stand  out  like  a  sore  thumb.  his  appearance  is  like  a  coin,  presenting  two  faces:  on  one  hand,  he  can  attract  attention;  but  on  the  other,  no  one  ever  sees  him  &  suspects  the  kinds  of  things  that  he’s  usually  setting  out  to  do.  today,  it’s  murder:  something  that,  in  this  case,  has  to  be  close-range,  out  of  unfortunate  tactical  necessity.  the  pistol  is  concealed  someone  on  him,  hidden  by  that  stiff  suit  &  carefree  attitude.  yet,  he  stops  to  eye  her.  it’s  so  quiet  here,  &  she  sticks  out,  too,  for  some  reason.  could  there  be  something  else  about  her?  maybe.  usually,  if  someone  isn’t  his  target,  then  he  doesn’t  really  care.

❝  do  you  work  here?  ❞  jordi  asks,  point  blank.  he  clearly  isn’t  supposed  to  be  here  ...  or  is  he?  usually  people  don’t  want  to  ask,  afraid  he’s  some  higher  up  who’ll  get  their  asses  fired.  she  looks  like  she  doesn’t  deserve  to  work  here.  she  looks  like  she  deserves  better  than  a  lot  of  things  she  has,  &  trust  him  —   he  knows  how  to  read  people.  he  gives  her  a  look.  something  bad  is  about  to  happen.  ❝  you  should  leave.  don’t  worry  about  it.  ❞

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@culthcnt​  liked.

❝  you  know,  i  still  don’t  see  why  you  won’t  officially  join  the  fixer  business.  there’s  not  even  any  risk  in  it  for  you,  only  reward.  ❞  jordi  cracks  open  a  finely  aged  bottle  of  wine  &  pours  himself  half  a  glass,  paying  no  mind  to  her  for  the  time  being.  if  she  wanted  to  get  back  at  him,  she  would’ve  done  it  a  while  ago.  are  they  friends?  not  exactly,  but  here  they  are,  hanging  out.  (  kind  of.  )  although,  from  the  sound  of  it,  jordi  still  seems  to  be  trying  to  make  a  buck  off  of  her,  resorting  to  a  much  more  complex  methodology  since  he  can’t  shoot  her  down  &  take  the  bounty  he’d  been  offered.  as  if  to  counter  this  point  intentionally,  the  fixer  looks  over  his  shoulder  at  her,  gesturing  with  practiced  elegance  to  the  nearly  full  bottle  of  wine.  ❝  oh,  do  you  want  some?  ❞

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john  mulaney  starters  —  accepting.  @immorunis​

❝  they’re  not  mine,  obviously.  someone  must  have  left  them  here.  ❞  jordi  seems  defensive,  as  if  she  accused  him,  even  though  she  was  just  complaining  about  the  clothes  themselves.  ( who  left  them  here,  anyway ...  ?  ah,  this  is  one  of  jordi’s  apartments  we’re  talking  about,  so  let’s  not  get  into  it. ) she’s  exaggerating,  of  course,  but  she  does look  a  lot  smaller  in  the  oversized  pajamas.  it’s  cute,  even  though  he  won’t  admit  that  out  loud  under  the  most  strenuous  of  tortures.  ❝  they’ll  work  for  tonight,  &  i’ll  buy  you  some  thousand  dollar  pajamas  tomorrow.  just  go  the  fuck  to  sleep.  ❞

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john  mulaney  starters  —  accepting.  @jakazd

he  spares  the  face  naught  more  than  a  glance,  mentally  cursing  the  manifestation  across  his  television  screen  —  he’d  been  in  the  middle  of  watching  something,  after  all,  but  there’s  nothing  he  can  do.  fuck  him  if  he  knows  anything  about  hacking,  &  he  doubts  just  trying  to  turn  the  thing  off  will  suffice.  oh,  well.  jordi  returns  to  straightening  up  his suit,  seemingly  frustrated  about  something  as  he  hyperfocuses  on  details  in  the  mirror.  there’s  no  harm  in  conversation,  &  he  rushes  to  defend  the  fact  that  he’s  about  to  go  eat  somewhere  expensive  &  formal.

❝  that’s  not  very  classy  of  you,  but  i  don’t  know  what  all  i  expected.  ❞  what  is  this,  a  threat?  he  decides  it  isn’t;  even  though  he  doesn’t  have  all  of  the  details,  blume’s  experiment  here  seems  to  have  gone  awry.  it’s  still  annoying,  though,  like  all  threats  towards  him  are.  ❝  i’m  leaving  in  fifteen  minutes.  would  you  kindly  fuck  off  until  then?  ❞