welcome to delta green HQ

Ignore the nerd behind the computer; he keeps things running around here. I mean, who the hell calls themselves "Neo", anyway? Christ. This is where anything related to the totally and utterly nonexistent association known as the Delta Green Initiative goes. Dossiers, mission debriefs, surveillance, fan art drawn by pet rocks and other interested parties, and any other bullshit Neo sees fit to throw up here. Because seriously, this is all bullshit. You know that, right? Good answer. Enjoy or don't, but either way, you were never here.

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fyeahdeltagreen:

[Okay, there’s normally only one…two people now who’d even bother to come to his door, and one doesn’t generally announce herself. The security system doesn’t leave anything to chance, though, one or two button pushes and he can see who’s on the other side. Which makes him smile slightly, no lie, even though she looks, well…okay. Pissed. So he doesn’t trip over too much getting to the door, but then he’s there, the deceptively strong door opening a crack, and then fully.]

…hey. [He rubs the back of his head, eyebrows raised in concern.] You, uh, all right?

{ Though her lips are apart and the words are burning on her tongue, the sneering spiteful snark sizzling in her mouth, she visibly falters as soon as he shows up behind the door. His brows are raised and he looks nervous as ever and… her stomach, having already dropped to the floor, proceeds to dig its way down too.

Her voice croaks and shakes and breaks, but it’s audibly decisive and firm, and, oh so clearly, pissed the fuck off. }

You and him.

{ She stops to breathe in and lick her lips. }

Just tell me what the fuck you were thinking. With me. Why the fuck are you bothering, with, with some fucked up girl from space if you- if you’ve got this guy fucking you on the side, am-

{ She stops to breathe in and swallow hard.

Her arms are either side of him. One hand on the doorframe and the other on the door itself. She’s leaned in towards him with a sneer to her lips, but the anger doesn’t spread across all her features as the brimming waterline is clear in her eyes. }

Am I just a fucking experiment or something?

{ She stops to breathe in and look up. Let him speak. }

Is- is that why you like me?

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

[There is, literally, a moment of fear. Not even that he thinks she's going to hurt him, but confusion mixed with a definite idea that he's done something wrong, before the fear changes back to puzzlement because, really, he can't figure this shit out and it's all he can do to stare at her slack-jawed, before her last two questions sink in and make him feel...well. He has no clue, really.]

I...don't know a him. I mean, I know John, the dude who looks like me, but we've never met, and Widow, but she's not a he unless she's hiding it really well. Which I mean, she could be, I guess, but, uh, I don't think- I think she'd tell me at this point? I-

[He just stops then, and looks down.]

No one even comes to my fucking door except you and her. Fucking-

...I should be asking you those last two questions. Not the other way around.

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

{ Ding dong. It's the doorbell, asshole. }

[Okay, there's normally only one...two people now who'd even bother to come to his door, and one doesn't generally announce herself. The security system doesn't leave anything to chance, though, one or two button pushes and he can see who's on the other side. Which makes him smile slightly, no lie, even though she looks, well...okay. Pissed. So he doesn't trip over too much getting to the door, but then he's there, the deceptively strong door opening a crack, and then fully.]

...hey. [He rubs the back of his head, eyebrows raised in concern.] You, uh, all right?

[prof-jim-moriarty]

She goes up onto her tip-toes and takes Neo’s face in her hands. Frowning slightly Jim studied him. He and John are almost identical. Apart from their mannerisms. The more Neo moved and spoke, the less and less he looked like John. It was still strange though.

Licking her lips and cocking her head slightly to one side Jim narrowed her eyes and looked harder. Those eyes were not John’s eyes, no matter how similar they looked. Moving further up onto her tip-toes she quickly pressed her lips to Neo’s in a soft kiss. It was brief and almost chaste, but she had made up her mind.

“Nope. Definitely not my John.”

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

...uh, no. That's why I said my name was Neo.

...you could've asked. I wouldn't have said yes because reasons, but you know. Would've gotten a chance to, um. Say no.

[annalee-call-deactivated2013082]

I- I know there’s, two, yeah. I met… her.

She’s not me.

I mean I know, you know, she’s not me, but she’s… I don’t know. I don’t- I don’t like talking to her.

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

No! I know that. I mean trust me, I know, she...thought I was one of the other two dudes with my face. Which, I dunno. They both have the same name, so maybe I took their... I look like them. 

You, um? Okay? I mean, I knew they existed, I kinda had time to brace myself for this.

[prof-jim-moriarty]

…John?

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

Uh, yeah, see, I told you, this...I'm kind of surprised it took this long. There's... two... other dudes. That look like me.

So, uh, no. Not John. The only... not John, actually. Just Neo.

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

 

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[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

There's, um. There's two of you? Not you, I mean, this kind of thing happens, trust me I know, but, uh, I didn't know. You know. That someone else...

I mean it's not a bad thing at all but this could get, you know, confusing.

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

 

[dystopianarcher-blog]

A Spy who sees and knows and tells; A Martyr, young, whose blood is spilt; A Sinner, mind broken, by a Traitor in Faith trapped; An Angel whose Pride will burn in Wrath; A Brother who brings forth Death’s quiet kiss; In a Doe’s trembling dark eyes he finds long-sought Bliss; A fallen Trickster whose faults now him haunt; From Demon-Lips, to the Traitor, covet news is received; And friends are found, long lost loves take their leave; Cities will burn, Kingdoms will fall;

And the Hopes of Men are deceived. 

[ethominumspesfallunt-blog]

“Try listening this time you soul sucking bitch. I have drowned the Melusine and burned Ukobach to ashes. I have turned a Fury to nothingness and seen Fate with my own eyes. I brought the fall of an Archangel and I banished the Son of the Devil. And I’ve seen you cower under nothing but a sprinkle of holy water, watched a room of your allies turn to dust by my hand. And you hid, you cried, you feared me. Because you, are nothing.”

[deliri019]

[beh3lit-deactivated20190318]

Stephan Martiniere

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

birdbrain: JANET

Mulder: DAMN IT

Loki: I LOVE YOU

[thisloveseemsreal-blog]

[ethominumspesfallunt-blog]

The Damned Things|Trophy Widow

I think nothing can stop this, nor will I settle for less.

I was first in the front seat, awaiting the love that would crash.

And as the end of the world arrives, I welcome the new beginning. 

My first kiss of death.

Too many evenings fall, and topple the wire.

A final challenge on, it’s a good night.

Separate lives, to chain and bind me to another world,

I can’t move on, without you, stopping me.

All the wise, that’s why we fight it to the full,

I can’t move on, without you…Stopping me.

Blinded lightnings fall, and caught in a little lie, as the chains come down.

We’re not saved just yet, but we might be a little more than halfway out.

[prof-jim-moriarty]

John/Jim/Balthazar

And if you’re hurting

I will replace The Noise

With silence instead

Flushing out your head

If you like it violent

We can play rough and tumble

Fall into bed

And I won’t breathe so you can recover

When you’re in pieces

Just follow the echo of my voice

It’s okay

Tune into that frequency

Don’t fight your reflex

Embrace the instinct

You can feel your way

Through the bed and weak face in the end

‘Cause it breaks my heart

That we live this way

I know people need love

‘Cause them people never play the game

And we talk the talk

We communicate

And them people need love

Those people never play the game

Pleasure for pleasure

The tease is consequence

Enough for a fall

But I know you love to take a risk

The past is weakness

Don’t beg the question

When the answer is war

There are moments when I’m overcome

‘Cause it breaks my heart

That we live this way

I know people need love

‘Cause them people never play the game

And we talk the talk

We communicate

Them people need love

Those people never play the game

And it breaks my heart

And it breaks my heart

People need love

[ethominumspesfallunt-blog]

The Sparrows and the Nightingales (Neo/Nat)

Wolfsheim|The Sparrows and the Nightingales

She has to leave. She’s been gone for weeks, but she has to leave again, because John needs help, and she needs to go. 

There’s something she needs to do first, though. Someone she needs to see, that doesn’t need her help, but she needs to go there anyway. Someone in what looks like an abandoned Los Angeles basement, but it’s one with blast walls and a security system the CIA might envy if they knew it existed. They’d probably desire a few words with the person she’s going to see as well, but that’s just not possible.

He doesn’t exist, after all, and she doesn’t need to see him. The buttons she pushes on her cell phone, though, open the door with a small puff of icy air, and she walks in, even though she doesn’t have to. This compound is always cold; it keeps the servers temperate.

When she walks into the living room, though, waist-length jacket clutched tightly around her torso, she sees that she’s right: she didn’t need to be there. Neo’s gaping at her from the couch, Playstation paused and with over fifteen tubes and wires coming out of him, attached to a number of different machines on a rolling cart. Some of them are putting liquid in, some are taking liquid out, others are just there to monitor the process and him. The boy with an artificial heart, and so much else. Before, for months, she’d had to come by, make sure cords weren’t crossed, electronics functional, but now, he doesn’t need her to. He doesn’t need her here, not at all.

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[] I just want to know if she’s okay.

[fyeahdeltagreen-blog]

[] Honestly? Not a lot here. This shit's mostly...history.

[] No death records, though.

[] I guess that's okay in your guys' books. Want me to try for more? It'll take a while.