Go for the limbs

I was just an engineer. Now I am hunted by illusions of my past- But we've got no time for that, embrace a weapon and fight. -Independant Isaac Clarke RP blog/ Dead Space 1/2/3- Tracked tag: killerengineer -Disclaimer: No images used are mine, they belong to their respectul owner, unless stated otherwise-

[killer-engineer]

[I have no memory of this place, holy hell]

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

15 Associations.

[killer-engineer]

Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

tagged by secondxwind

1. Animal; Ferret 2. Color; Blue 3. Month; October 4. Song;  Skillet - Monster 5. Number; 9 6. Day or Night; Night 7. Plant; Ephedra 8. Smell; Machine oil and burnt plastic 9. Gemstone; Corundum (Not exactly a gem BUT) 10. Season; Fall 11. Place; Outer space or narrow space 12. Food; Soup 13. Astrological Sign; Capricorn 14. Element(s); Wind 15. Drink; Coffee

[columbiacalling-deactivated2015]

killer-engineer

[columbiacalling-deactivated2015]

   The repair would be fast, the man said. But he couldn’t do it alone. All he needed was someone to cover his back while he got the machine back up and running again. That was fifteen minutes, and three magazines worth of ammunition ago.

   ”Any day now would be great,” Booker called over the din of the firefight, reloading the firearm with practiced hands, before ducking back out from the safety of cover.

   ”Preferably today!”

[killer-engineer]

When the umpteenth bullet flew over his head, reminding him with the familiar 'clank' noise that they were in the middle of a shooting, Isaac simply had to curse: why wasn't the bloody machine working yet? Why was it still sputtering as if he hadn't yet done anything about that stubborn engine?

He was this close to punch the damned thing when he heard Booker calling from behing his back. "Today sounds fantastic!" He screamed over the repetetive sound of shoots, giving in to anger and dealing what he would've defined later as the 'Healing Punch'- A nice right hook right into the machine's bowels that miraculously managed to start it. "I am Miracle Man, that's who I am today-!"

[moved-to-cauduceus-deactivated2]

"Never knowing what’s around the corner, never knowing which trusted face will turn on you next. The best of all, having to choose between loved ones to save and forever feeling like you let them down. Yeah, I know the feeling all too well."

[killer-engineer]

"Y'know, it's almost like hearing myself talk and that is kind of unsettling. Or rather, it would be if I weren't me, considering that I've seen and heard stranger things. Were you on a space station called Ishimura? Or were you part of the C.E.C.?"

[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

' my name is stitch…'

claw reached out and took a hesitant pat at metal exoskeleton, confused as to what purpose it served. gaze tore away and he attempted to spot a crash, perhaps or maybe some sort of place humans dressed in funny costumes for fun. was he an alien, maybe?

[killer-engineer]

"...Ah. Stitch. My name is Isaac." Was he really talking to that odd sort of animal? Yes, he was. And he has just given himself a brand new award concerning his growing lack of mental stability: the engineer now talked to animals as well, not only to unsettling illusions that whispered to him- It was progress, wasn't it? "Where...Are we, exactly?" Trying wouldn't hurt, would it? Not to mention that Stitch didn't look really...Dangerous.

[killer-engineer]

secondxwind said: You have no idea. I’ve gotten that feeling from a few both in person and on tumblr.

[I swear it must be the most frustrating feeling ever. I JUST. WHY.]

[killer-engineer]

[Does anyone ever had that dreadful sensation in which you feel someone is just fucking blatantly lying to you, but then again you just want to believe them and so you suffer inside like a poor idiot because you don't wanna fuck up a friendship? Yeah. That's the feeling I have. And it irks me to no end. You put your trust into someone and this happens. And then they almost make you feel GUILTY FOR IT.]

[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

killer-engineer

[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

roll came to a halt, small limbs emerging from ball of blue fluff and taking finally, hiw normal form. yawn exposes sharp teeth and he sighs, getting to his feet. the metal he had hit wasn’t just that, however. 

       ’oh, ah… hi…’ 

[killer-engineer]

Well, wow. There weren't many words to describe what the engineer felt at the moment, but the most fitting ones would be along the line of 'stupor', 'what the hell' and 'I must've hit my head during the fall': not only had crashed on what looked like a tropical island (he had no luck when it came to those, his suit was all but suited.), but he had also encountered a...A...A what? A speaking what. "Uh...Hi there?" Isaac crouched down, not feeling safe enough to put make his helmet fold down, but still staring at the creature.

[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

[killer-engineer]

[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

[killer-engineer]

[killer-engineer]

-: Log

[//screaming with malxhini here

//screaming with justaconsultant over skype

//Isaac mun is screaming today

//Screaming Sunday]

[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

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[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

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[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

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[malxhini-deactivated20141207]

killer-engineer started following you

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[moved-to-cauduceus-deactivated2]

"Likewise, though a drink will hardly make the ghosts of the past vanish."

[killer-engineer]

"But it can make you feel immortal for a short period of time and that is all I need to go on at least a day- Only to re-start the nightmare as soon as I open my eyes. Can't say I like that part."

[moved-to-cauduceus-deactivated2]

"Preaching to the choir on the one, friend."

[killer-engineer]

"Well, ain't it nice to find a fellow traumatized soul. If we were in abar, I'd sure as hell offer you a drink, buddy."