Searching for Answers

Selective Indie RP blog for The Man In Black from Westworld. Under Construction. Sideblog to @akillerconundrum

[standunshaken]

Off-Track

@followthemaze continued x

“You’re getting your funding. Does it really matter?” William sat back in his chair, regarding the other man with a wry smirk and a professional stiffness as he raised his glass. “In any case, it’s a matter of seeing just how far your little puppet show can be stretched, right?”

His drink was drained before gently set back on the tabletop. The burn certainly gave him what he needed to slip back into character “Are you just here to interrupt, or will you be joining me for a ride, Doc?” A silver pocketwatch, obtained just a few days prior from his last bit of intel was slipped from his pocket and casually checked.

Returning it to his waistcoat pocket, he reached for the dark hat on the table between them. “I kinda’ have a train to catch.”

Robert’s crisp gaze moved to William’s emptied glass, and a small smile pulled briefly into the sharp lines of his face. Ever since the young man had made his first visit, and came to see through the veil of what he’d wanted so desperately to be real, there was a blade’s edge where once was soft flint. It had been quite a change to behold, from its very beginning, and Ford found himself intrigued by the path William meant to take. It had been such a long time, besides, since he had walked the earth, amidst his creations.

“Well then…let’s be on our way. Far be it from me to stand in your way.”

[followthemaze]

He hadn’t expected Ford to actually agree, watching him with a smirk as he stood. “Somehow, I still can’t picture you on a horse.” That seemed to be all he had to say on the matter, tossing a few coins on the table before striding to the door.  His own horse waited for him where he’d left it, and he had no doubt the Doc would find one of his own with the snap of a finger.

Cheater.

But that was Robert’s game, wasn’t it? Here, he was God. He’d never know what this place was truly like. 

[followthemaze]

For something that eats so little, it sure pooped a lot.

[standunshaken]

Petition for @followthemaze to change their URL to ‘willybilly’ for april fools.

[followthemaze]

Only if I can make this my new Faceclaim.

[followthemaze]

“Does that make this a glass half-full or half-empty type situation?” (Dr. Ford)

“You’re getting your funding. Does it really matter?” William sat back in his chair, regarding the other man with a wry smirk and a professional stiffness as he raised his glass. “In any case, it’s a matter of seeing just how far your little puppet show can be stretched, right?” 

His drink was drained before gently set back on the tabletop. The burn certainly gave him what he needed to slip back into character “Are you just here to interrupt, or will you be joining me for a ride, Doc?” A silver pocketwatch, obtained just a few days prior from his last bit of intel was slipped from his pocket and casually checked. 

Returning it to his waistcoat pocket, he reached for the dark hat on the table between them. “I kinda’ have a train to catch.”

[trickormemes]

Westworld starter sentences

season 1, episode 6 — “The Adversary” 75 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ‘read-more’ added for length content warning: cussing, sexual themes, violence [other episodes: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5]

“Late night talking or fucking?”

“You’re gonna need most of that just to scrub the filth off him.”

“Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off?”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Such a big man. So big all over, except where it counts.”

“That’s it. Don’t be shy.”

“Now, then… where were we?”

“Does that make this a glass half-full or half-empty type situation?”

“I’ll find my own way back.”

“That look like anything to you?”

“Alright, _____. Time for you to earn your keep.”

“There’s another way. But it’s a little treacherous.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t make you get your hands dirty.”

“Nobody makes me do something I don’t want to, sweetheart.”

“And you are like them, not like me?”

“You’re under our control.”

“They can change you however they like, make you forget.”

“No one knows what I’m thinking.”

“This is just a cheap trick.”

“If there’s one thing I know, it’s when I’m being fucked with.”

“You have a minute? Something I need to talk to you about.”

“_____ knows about us.”

“This can’t go on, _____. However fun this little indiscretion was, it’s over. We’re over.”

“Give me some credit. I can be impartial.”

“I don’t think he’s the problem.”

“This is so stupid.”

“Where are we now?”

“Can we please go back now?”

“How did you have my dreams?”

“This becoming like a fucking hentai thing to you now?”

“You’re fucking obsessed!”

“You know, I didn’t turn you in for your fuck up before, ‘cause we’re friends, but that was obviously a bad call.”

“I’m doing this for your own good.”

“You’re not going to tell anyone anything.”

“You can’t hurt me with this.”

“Turns out your friend here is a much more talented young man than anyone gave him credit for.”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I know all about you.”

“Everyone has something they want. I could help you. Or I could gut you like a trout.”

“You look well for someone on sick leave.”

“Sorry, a man can only take so much.”

“Creatively speaking, I’m flaccid now. I can’t get it up.”

“Keep pushing me, I’ll quit.”

“A word of advice—whatever your past indiscretions, make peace with them. They’re only gonna get worse the further along we go.”

“You’ve made a mistake, _____, but it’s not too late to keep walking.”

“You trying to get yourself killed?”

“Go! I’ll hold them off.”

“You look like a woman who could use a drink. What’s your poison?”

“Well, it’s my business to read desires and to satiate them.”

“All these fantasies come from your twisted little mind, huh?”

“You’re afraid to lose control.”

“”Tortured artist” only works for artists.“

“Fuck this job.”

“You reap what you sow.”

“Sure seems like there’s a lot of shit seeping through the cracks.”

“How are they still operating after all this time?”

“Respectfully, _____, this sort of thing troubles me…”

“Well, _____, tell me all about your day.”

“Be smart about this, _____.”

“I understand the visceral pleasure of revenge more than most, but… I’m prepared to do business here.”

“You’re a traitorous son of a bitch and a cold-hearted killer, _____.”

“You’re right. I am a killer.”

“Grab a horse. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Are you lost?”

“I thought I was clear about these late-night visits.”

“Regardless of what’s happening between us, we need to talk.”

“Don’t act so surprised.”

“Are you lying to me, boy?”

“I killed it.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“If it was dead, it couldn’t hurt anything anymore.”

“Loyalty. Mine’s been taken advantage of, wouldn’t you say?”

“Never start something you’re not willing to finish.”

“Dear _____, we’re going to have some fun, aren’t we?”

[followthemaze]

Rules

Until I finish setting up this blog, here’s a temporary Rules post for reference:

Verses:

This blog contains SPOILERS!! Even this bullet point contains spoilers! Walk away right now if you haven’t finished season 1 of Westworld! Alright good, you’ve been warned. I’m game for any stage of William/The Man in Black’s time at the parks. I’m wary to delve into outside of the park until we learn more about him, beyond vague speculation and reference. I’ve drank in as much of the extra media and information HBO has given us on the subject, and happy to dance around in there. 

Selective:

I always tend to respond to threads as replies occur to me. Sometimes it’s right away, sometimes it takes a while. Will/MIB is a secondary muse for me, and  @ajourneyinward takes priority because I play favorites.

Side-account:

Follows come from @akillerconundrum because I am also Gotham Trash.

About the Mun:

Mun is a full fledged adult. This blog will contain adult themes. You’re all wonderful and creative and fantastic, but I feel uncomfortable RPing with minors! Please don’t make me that guy! You can call me Bili, and I don’t bite! I’m not into smut, and shipping is a low priority for me. 

[followthemaze]

OOC:

I really need to set up a theme and stuff. I keep debating moving this from a Sideblog. Pfff. I just discovered more Westworld RP blogs, follows for me will come from @akillerconundrum !

[exorcisingdemons-blog1]

followthemaze:

The man considered her for several moments, swishing his drink thoughtfully in his mouth before swallowing. “Where you heading, Goldie?” It had been a while since he’d checked in with her, truthfully, but he hadn’t expected to find her this far out… without some poor well meaning plebeian white hat in tow. “I might have room on mine if it’s goin’ my way.”

“Thank you! Please, there’s a train stop not too far from here, in Escalante. If I can just make it there an’ wait for the next train, I’m sure I could get home.”

Abernathy Farm was far away. That much, she had a sense of. It would take days on horseback, and she knew she couldn’t impose such a journey on the stranger. If only she could remember that he knew the way, maybe even better than she did, back to the farmhouse. Back to the little barn full of tack and hay. 

But her relieved smile and glistening eyes were empty of those memories. Visions that had sunk into the clay, deep beneath the crisp blue surface.

[followthemaze]

So. Leading him back to Escalante. Would the loop deviate? It’d been years since she’d made it this far. Something occurred to him, and he gave a short chuckle. A decade, to be exact, hadn’t it? He wondered if this was the doing of those behind the curtain. 

“Well, why the hell not. Let’s catch you a train, Missy,” Pushing his hat up on his brow, he turned back toward where his horse had set to grazing, clicking his tongue softly as he fished up the reins. 

[followthemaze]

exorcisingdemons:

Dolores swallowed, giving one last look all around, as if her man in the white hat might crest over the horizon at any moment. There was nothing but a haze of heat on that horizon, nothing but the man in black standing before her.

“Will you help me? I should…I should be headin’ home, but my horse…I…”

She remembered riding at William’s side. Remembered the train. A shoot-out. And then…

And then?

“I lost it…”

She finally looked up at him, vivid blue eyes gleaming, her pupils tight pinpricks under the glare of the sun, the same eyes that used to be full of love for him…that were still full of love at the memory of him, living like a ghost in her code. “Can you help me get home?”

The man considered her for several moments, swishing his drink thoughtfully in his mouth before swallowing. “Where you heading, Goldie?” It had been a while since he’d checked in with her, truthfully, but he hadn’t expected to find her this far out... without some poor well meaning plebeian white hat in tow. “I might have room on mine if it’s goin’ my way.”

[narkik]

get to know me: [5/∞] favorite pairings → dolores abernathy & william the man in black (westworld)

“My path always led me back to you, again and again. I grew tired of you after a while, of course. Looked for new adventures. But I guess your path led you back here, again and again. One more loop, looking for something you could never find. Chasing your ghosts. You were lost in your memories even then. I guess I should’ve known that’s what I would become for you: just another memory.”

[exorcisingdemons-blog1]

@followthemaze

[maegelletargaryen]

Westworld, text post meme [part 1] [part 2]

[followthemaze]

exorcisingdemons:

She turned at the sound of his voice, startled, disoriented, unable to remember how she’d gotten to where she was. She’d been standing on a hill, with nothing but rock and prairie all around her, following a voice in the wind…no…inside her. Something that kept drawing her to these places.

“William…” she said, and for a moment it was almost as if she recognized him. “I’m…I’m lookin’ for William. We got separated, and…I thought…”

Dolores struggled to remember. Wondered why she’d thought she might find him here in the wilderness.

This answer earned her a wry smile and a tilt of the head. This wasn’t the response he was expecting, although truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. “No one around here but us for ten miles, Sweetheart.” A flask was pulled from his jacket and thoughtfully opened as he considered her. 

For the briefest moment, he had felt his heart clench. Almost felt something, until he remembered. A glitch, perhaps? Autopilot on the wrong loop. Funny how things worked out.

“This is a dangerous place for a woman to be roaming alone.” 

[followthemaze]

@exorcisingdemons 

“Hello, Dolores. I certainly didn’t expect to find you this far out,” The man had been watching her for some time before finally speaking, a soft smile on his face. “Did you wander on your own, or have you roped some new sap into your... little narrative game this time? It’s certainly been a while since we caught up.”

[petyrbaelishs]

I’m not crying for myself. I’m crying for you. They say that great beasts once roamed this world, as big as mountains. Yet all that’s left of them is bone and amber.