Neon & Ghosts

"You've gotta feed the fury, dude." Abigail "Fetch" Walker INDEPENDENT RP - sideblog to sostrangechild Mun: 22yo | multi-verse rp | not particularly interested in NSFW

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          Your safety is our top priority. The D.U.P. are in control.

I got ambitious and decided to make a masterlist of Infamous RP blogs that are active/semi-active. This includes Canon and Original characters. Feel free to reblog so others can see. Send an ask if you’d like to be included. All in alphabetical order.

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Mini-hiatus

Sorry @taggingsmoke and @rebornhivemxther, but I’m not doing well, so my replies might take a few more days.

[neonbulletbabe]

I should be back by next week. Thank you for being so considerate.

[neonbulletbabe]

Mini-hiatus

Sorry @taggingsmoke and @rebornhivemxther, but I'm not doing well, so my replies might take a few more days.

[rebornhivemxther]

Elizabeth had been leisurely walking home after a rather long shift at the cafe she worked at, like she had most of the week. Though she’d been pretty exhausted, she couldn’t help but be excited to pick up her little girl from the sitter. She honestly missed being a full time mom, but she couldn’t rely on others for her whole life, right? So this would have to do until she got a better job.

She’d still be daydreaming if the sound of a rifle firing hadn’t very violently snapped her back to reality. It was almost immediately followed by more in almost all directions; giving her only seconds to dive behind a parked car before the sound of metal hitting metal practically deafened her. 

Ducking her head, Elizabeth tried her hardest to make herself as small as possible; though with the amount of bullets being fired, that wouldn’t work for much longer than a few minutes. Green eyes looked about for an opening, anything that could lead away from the quickly increasing hostility between Blackwatch and Infected.

She was startled by a stray bullet whizzing past her head, causing her to shift to the side, only for another one to nick her cheek. Before she knew it, oily black chitin-like material spread over her arm and side as a spray of bullets came her way, deflecting them like her own personal suit of armor. 

Elizabeth ran as fast as she could away from the battle, armored arm up to protect her head as she did so. After a couple of blocks, she ducked into a side alley to catch her breath, grateful to finally be away from the bloodshed.

Now she had a new obstacle to face: getting her viral armor to retract. This might take some time and coaxing….

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Well, hello there. The woman – Fetch could make out her features now – was definitely not your average human. For a start that body armour was pretty neat.

It looked like tar from this distance. It seemed to act like Delsin's concrete armour, except more form fitting. Fetch pulled out her phone and zoomed as best she could on the woman below. She took a snap and uploaded it to the database Eugene had set up. She'd hear back from the boys later.

The woman was on the move. The soldier types seemed to be more interested in the zombies, or whatever they were. She seemed to have walked into the fight by accident, and was taking the chance to escape while the others were distracted.

Fetch leapt to the next roof, then another. This lady was fast. Not fast enough to outrun Neon, though.

She didn't too happy about the armour though. Fetch decided this was the perfect time to step in.

"Hey lady!" called Fetch. "Need help?"

She jumped off the roof in a burst of pink.

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"Not generally my style, but it keeps the gunk off. Very aerodynamic. Blah blah."

[neonbulletbabe]

@rebornhivemxther This place was a mess. Like Seattle, but infinitely more gross. What the fuck were those things on the buildings? Living flesh? Fetch is glad she wore gloves. Not her usual attire, but taking a leaf out of Augustine's book in the "wear stuff that stops you from getting other stuff on you" department seems to have been a good idea. New York feels more like an apocalypse zone, like Empire when the Ray Sphere first went off. Not that she had been there, but she's seen the photos. Everyone looks miserable or scared, there were old cars blown up and left on the street. Fortunately no corpses. The sound of gunfire draws Fetch's attention. There's definitely a fight going on, and judging by the amount of destruction, that meant there has to be a Conduit as well. Delsin sent Fetch here to find Conduits, and that's what she was going to do. She dashes up a nearby building to get a better view. The pink fades quickly as she settles, peering down into what appeared to be an inter-factional war. Same shit happened in Empire too. Ah, were those civilians caught out? Fetch could see someone stuck behind a car but they didn't seem to have a gun. So a civilian? It had only been a few days since Fetch had arrived in New York - she didn't want to accidentally pick a side in this war, and this civilian didn't feel very civilian-like. She doesn't know why, but that was the feeling in her gut and her gut tends to be right. So she waits. And figures out a plan to rescue the person behind the car if they were a civilian.

[rebornhivemxther]

character stats framework.

full name: Elizabeth Ann Greene nickname[s]: Liz, Lizzy, Liz-chan, gingersnap, princess,  age: twenty gender: female pronoun[s]: her/she sexual orientation: demisexual religion: n/a occupation: waitress status: alive/Infected fandom: [PROTOTYPE] face claim[s]: Orihime Inoue, 

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: n/a

siblings: Tatsumi Saiga, adopted older brother; 

significant other[s]: n/a

children: Pariah, genetic son; Violet, adopted daughter

PHYSIQUE

eye color[s]: bottle green

hair color[s]: ginger

height: 5′1″

weight: [undetermined]

notable physical traits: freckles, some light scarring along the back, (post gentek verse only:very deep and ugly scarring on most of body), 

HEALTH

phobia[s]:  needles, hospitals, abandonment

mental disease[s]:  retrograde/post traumatic amnesia

physical disease[s]:  Redlight

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If we are RPing together

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

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He held the other door open, watching as the women ran off. Of course he yelled after them, telling they’re free to ‘live and love, just not professionally’ with a laugh. Leaning against the truck, he watched her with a smile, “Oh really? So does this count as a date?”

Closing up the truck, he motions for her to follow, “I don’t do kisses on first dates because it so happens that I suck at kissing,” Delsin jokes lightly. There was no harm in a little fun anyways, especially after all that fighting they- well she had done. But they better keep moving to avoid any dupes showing up.

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Fetch follows Delsin away from the beaten-up truck (it had taken a few stray hits but nothing serious). She yawns. It had been a long day, and Fetch remembers that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“It’s only a date if you make it one. I just want pizza, Smokey Noodle,” she says, gently elbowing him.

Delsin may be a conduit, but he always gave off an impression of fragility. The guy probably wouldn’t appreciate her pointing it out, though. Didn’t stop Fetch from wanting to wrap him in bubblewrap.

She spots a 24-hour pizza parlour as they walk, and grabs Delsin under the arm.

“No kissing, only pepperoni and pineapple,” she promises.”And tabasco sauce.”

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“I’m sure the look on Reggie’s face when he finds out you didn’t kill anyone this time around is going to be worth it,” He pulls himself from the hiding spot, camera in hand as evidence to send to the news station. Hopefully it would help her reputation as the bio-terrorist, “Now let’s get these ladies out of that truck and go get pizza.”

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“Well, I’ve taken a liking to the subduing thing you’ve got going on,” said Fetch. She shot the padlock off the back of the truck, unbolting the latches. The women inside were hysterical, running away as fast as they could, heels clapping against the ground.

"Pizza sounds great. My treat, since you did all of the filming," she said.

Her wallet was fat with cash from where she had. . .appropriated it from the dealers. Once the pizza was done, maybe she'd go down to the bridge with the homeless with groceries.

[frazerquinn]

abigail “fetch” walker ~ aesthetic

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[rowansugar]

woo i drew Fetch instead of working on my concentration piece i am very responsible yes

[neonlasergirl]

Wow! I love the expression and colors in this one! Great art of Fetch!

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you are not a human being

[neonbulletbabe]

Now that most of the D.U.Ps and drug dealers had been cleared out from Seattle, it was time to think about moving into a proper place. Y'know, one that didn't drip through old tarps when it rained. Which it did frequently. Great for washing. Not so great for the little stash of paperbacks and make-up that Fetch had to make sure was in their waterproof box before leaving her hideout. Both Eugene and Delsin had offered her a place to stay – whether permanently or temporarily – but she had declined. She wanted to be by herself for a while. She loved them both dearly, but there was something appealing to her about a place by herself. Maybe a cat as well. Fetch stared at the window of a real estate agent, biting her lip as she scanned the available properties. Damn, Seattle was expensive! What had ever possessed Brent to take them here?