FOOL'S GOLD.

i find i just keep coming back to the same question, over and over again.we're the good guys, right?agent york.

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drops this here gently.

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drops this here gently.

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cryoborn:

                         “Mm. Good point.” she huffs, running her tongue over red-lacquered lips as they pull down into a frown, her head tilting to the side as she sits down across from him, one knee crossed over the other. If she were more AWAKE than this she may prove to be a WORTHY ADVERSARY for York, but no, she’s rubbing her eyes and YAWNING, secretly wishing she could have the same amount of energy so late at night, it seemed to be both a blessing AND a curse!

                          “Dirty cheating is one way to put it… but it’s kinda YOUR fault for thinking it would be a good idea to play against him,” she grins and winks… she’s just TEASING.

        “You say that like I have anyone else to play against. I mean,              you’re here now, but most of the time? It’s me, myself, and              the little green voice in my head.”

{ He grabs his spare cup and pours some joe for his companion -- there’s no point    in playing a game against someone who’s half asleep. He’ll win regardless, but    it’s not as fun going against someone who doesn’t have enough energy to try.    Although -- maybe he’ll let her win. There’s gotta be some joy in winning against    the resident genius. Or bragging rights, at least. Considering how often they’ve    ended up meeting, she probably deserves that much. }

        “You have the first move. You had better make it a good one.”

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morethanashxdow:

              “Team building?”

{ She looked at him in confusion for a minute… before realizing he wouldn’t be able to see her expression behind her helmet, anyway. Did he not know that she wasn’t technically supposed to be part of their team? That she was mainly supposed to work solo? Weird, she thought the administration would’ve told the others… They told her often enough. }

{ That’s when the second part of that sentence registered. Cute and cheesy? She didn’t do cute and cheesy. She did competition, and she always won. But then again… competing all the time was tiring, and isolating. Even without the Director and Price telling her to stay away, she doubted many of the other agents would come up to her anyway – she had stolen the top spot the first day she was here. }

{ A break from the competition might be… nice. }

               “Alright. That sounds good.”

        “Game on.”

{ He slipped his helmet off his head, grabbed a cue stick; twirling it around in his    hand, he tested its weight, as though somehow that would help him do better.    Oh, it wouldn’t -- angles and trigonometry though this game was, it still required    more skill than he had. Certainly now that his vision was compromised, his typical    finesse would be lacking. But, hell, he didn’t mind if he lost. The only thing he was    betting was his pride, and he already knew it was going to be snubbed. He could    live with that. Probably.

   He stepped around to the other side of the pool table, gesturing at the green felt of    it with his free hand. If he was going to lose, then he would do so with honor. }

        “Ladies first. Hey -- go easy on me, okay?”

[ryagosling]

If I had let myself off the hook in college, I could have enjoyed myself a lot more. Knowing that I can’t have those years back, I have learned to get the most out of living in the now.

[just--space]

Saturn and its largest moon reflect their true colors

js

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kolletis:

      ❛ NASALLY       ? you’re the one with the pathetic special         skillset  and  kinda looks  like they’re gonna cry,  not me.         i’m not, nasally. ❜

        “I see you’ve mastered the ability of magically looking              through visors. You’re right -- I am about to cry,              because of how grating your voice is.”

Meet The Muse

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|| THE BASICS ||

Name: Cecil Michael Deangelo Dorosa Nickname(s): Agent New York, Agent York, York, Foxtrot-12, Lucksmith Age: 27 Species: Human

|| PERSONAL ||

Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil Religious Belief: Catholic Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Temperance / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Do the right thing. Languages Known: English, Italian Secrets: Headaches caused by Delta’s presence in his central nervous system; his personal doubts about the morality of Project Freelancer. Quirks: Unconsciously smirking; tapping his fingers; humming or singing absentmindedly; gesticulating while talking. Savvies: Lockpicking and locksmithing; chess; puzzles; all things science, particularly in the field of physics; flirting; being witty.

|| PHYSICAL ||

Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 6′0″ Scars/Birthmarks: Many and numerous, mostly of gunshot wounds and defensive wounds on his arms and hands. The most obvious scar is the one crossing his left eyebrow, eye, and cheekbone, something horrific to look at that leaves him vulnerable on his left side. Abilities/Powers: Picking locks; solving incredibly complex puzzles and problems; mastery of most types of firearms; specialization in hand-to-hand combat.

Restrictions: Blind on his left side. Easily influenced by his AI.

|| FAVORITES ||

Favorite Food: Tuscan Tomato Bread Soup Favorite Drink: Coffee Favorite Pizza Topping: Arugula Favorite Color: Red Favorite Music Genre: Classical Favorite Book Genre: Science fiction Favorite Movie Genre: Classic movies Favorite Season: Summer Favorite Scent: Freshly cut grass, apple pie, coffee brewed just recently -- the smells of suburban life. Favorite Quote: "What stars, what thought and sadness above, and what ignorance below.” -- Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading. “Doubt thou the stars are fire / Doubt that the sun doth move / Doubt truth to be a liar/ But never doubt I love.” -- William Shakespeare. Hamlet.

|| FUN STUFF ||

“Boss” Theme Music: Dragon Rider -- Two Steps from Hell Bottom or Top: Flexible Sings In The Shower: Yes / No Likes Bad Puns: YES / No

|| THEIR OPINION ON THE MUN || ambivalence

[asofterstartrek]

Haha a toilet full of bees! You guys are the best!

[lostlegendaerie]

it took me like three years but i finally got a commission from @johannathemad !!! she was sweet enough to do some Yorkalina fanart for me and I absolutely have not stopped screaming since I saw it, holy shit

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starter call!!

[asofterstartrek]

be quiet, is what i’m saying

[dailychrispine]

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dragon age starters

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stolenmanakete:

otwilightprincess:

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ ❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞ ❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞ ❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞ ❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞ ❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞ ❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞ ❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞ ❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞ ❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞ ❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞ ❝ well, shit. ❞ ❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞ ❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞ ❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞ ❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞ ❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞  ❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞ ❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞ ❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞ ❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞  ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞ ❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞ ❝ did i stutter ? ❞ ❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞ ❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞ ❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞ ❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞ ❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞ ❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞ ❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞ ❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

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                           a mind all logic is a knife all blade.                          it makes the hand bleed that uses it.

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cryoborn:

                               “You’re not really the BIGGEST fan of SLEEPING, are you, York? What are you doing up?”

                      It’s no doubt there’s a smile on her face, and she should REALLY be asking HERSELF that question, but it seems the both of them have a habit of MIDNIGHT MEETINGS. Though she couldn’t complain… coffee was ALWAYS nice, and York was, too. She might start making up ANOTHER excuse to come and hang out with him. She hums quietly to herself as her gaze is cast over to the coffee pot; no mugs? GENIUS.

                                “Something tells me there isn’t going to be anything FRIENDLY about it! And … he’s a computer. I don’t know what you expected. I don’t think I’ve EVER beat a computer. Kappa lets me win, but that doesn’t count.” 

        “I would argue that sleep isn’t the biggest fan of me. Have you ever              seen me so much as nap?”

{ No, he does find the time for a little shut-eye, but it’s certainly not at any hour that    others would consider normal. When will his sleep schedule return from the war?    Considering he still hasn’t returned from war, and has no intention of doing so any    time soon, he’s pretty sure he’ll be waiting for a while. And that’s fine -- staying up    all night gives him opportunity to get shit done. Like, you know. Do physics problems    for fun and play chess against his AI? Sure! }

        “Oh, it’s not the computer part that’s the problem. He’s smart, but              not as smart as me -- I’d beat him every time if he wasn’t a dirty              cheater.”

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morethanashxdow:

               “Wait, what?”

{ She’s honestly not quite sure she heard York right. Did he just invite Tex to go play pool? She thought they hated her – at least, she thought a few of them did. That big guy, what was his name? Oh, Maine. He never looked too happy to see Tex… and Carolina looked like she was ready to rip Tex’s head off whenever she walked into a room. Tex understood being competitive, but God that woman needed to calm down. }

{ But Tex suddenly realized that York had been more welcoming than the rest, at least. He had tried to help her in that first match. But was she allowed to interact with the other freelancers? She’d been told by the Director and Price to stay away from her “teammates”, because they already worked well as a unit. She was mainly for solo missions or back up, but that was for the field. It couldn’t apply outside of that, could it? }

               “I don’t know, York. You might lose anything you’re betting in that pool game if I play.”

{ He chuckles a little at that, his signature smirk spreading beneath his helmet; he    knew the new agent has a sense of humor, and here was the living proof. He's    actually managed to bring it out into the light. Seems Wash owes him five bucks. }

        “Hey, I never said we were betting anything. I may be lucky,              but I’m not that lucky.”

{ Fortune takes a bit of brainpower, too -- because leaving things up to chance is just    dumb. Nah. luck is all about picking the right battles, turning the tides in his own    favor. And this battle, he’s fairly certain he’ll lose. Pool is all about math, geometry,    stuff that at first glance seems to be right up his alley. But it’s also about depth    perception, and that’s -- Well. Not his forte. Although, he's never been good at    pool, so maybe it’s just not his game. But that doesn’t make it any less fun. }

        “I was thinking more along the lines of a friendly game between              teammates. You know, like a team-building exercise, or something              cute and cheesy like that.”