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If a great wave shall fall, it'd fall upon us all, and between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own? all interactions prior to jan 22, 2018 have been scrapped

[priusxfilius]

someone do me a favor and fling me into the sun?

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Pls reblog this if your blog doesn’t tolerate predators in the rpc.

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[priusxfilius]

lazergrrl:

“Eliza.” She reaches out a hand to shake his. Her nails sparkle in the sunlight, going just a bit overboard with the glitter this time. Her smile dazzles just about the same. 

Most strangers wouldn’t offer some man hot chocolate without any reason, but most people aren’t Eliza. Small acts of kindess can go a long way, at least that’s her motto. 

“And of course it does. Chocolate always helps, no matter what form it takes.” 

“Thank you, Eliza,” he repeats emphatically, shaking her offered hand. Her smile--her whole demeanor--is infectious, and Reggie finds his own smile strengthening in response. Back in Salmon Bay, her kind gesture might not have been so surprising, but here, it’s a ray of light; a break in the clouds. And it’s not just the chocolate that’s helped.

“I’m Reggie. Reggie Rowe.” He pauses to take another sip, half-hoping that she won’t recognize his name from the news. Though he wouldn’t be surprised if she did. “Can I pay you back, somehow?”

“I’m new in the city,” he confides, partially explaining his previous exasperation. Chuckling, he continues, “It’s been... An adjustment, to say the least.”

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“i think it’d help you relax.” eliza says, looking at the extremely looking stressed man. she’d bought the hot chocolate for her fiancee, but he seems like he needs it a little more. she’ll just run by somewhere else to grab him one. “you seem a bit tense, sir.” 

[priusxfilius]

More than a little dumbfounded at this random act of kindness, Reggie takes the jacketed paper cup in both hands as if weighing it. The warmth seeping through the layers of cardboard melts some of the tension in his shoulders and he can’t help but offer a fragile, frazzled smile.

“Thank you, Miss--?” With hardly a moment of hesitation, Reggie brings the beverage to his lips, blowing slightly on the surface before taking a cautious sip. His eyes flutter closed in appreciation of the flavor.

“I am, a bit.” Delsin, if he were there, would laugh at that qualifier: a bit! “But this does help.”

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@ruinaa

This diner had been recommended to him as one of the better places to grab a quick meal in the area: it’s near enough to his new headquarters; the service tends to be top notch; and, according to one of his new coworkers, the waffles are the best in the city. So, of course, on a slow night, when his stomach starts rumbling, Reggie finds himself approaching the counter.

As he takes a seat on one of the bar stools, giving a quick, polite nod to the only other customers in the joint, he adjusts the volume on his radio to a level only he could hear--if the thing went off at all.

Lightly, he drums his fingers along the countertop as he takes in the decor, waiting patiently for service. When his waitress arrives, he smiles and stills his hands, folding them on the surface before him.

“Nice little place you guys’ve got here,” he says, genuinely. “Reminds me one of my favorites back home.”

[kellymonaco-a]

If you’re taking this risk because the pain is just too much… find another way to deal with it, please.

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[priusxfilius]

v; another battleground (another war)

  How many miles must I walk in your shoes ‘fore I know how you feel?   How many times must I see you on the news ‘fore I know it’s real?

Basic Verse Information:

In this canon-divergent au, Delsin defeated Augustine and gained the concrete power just minutes after Reggie was dropped into the Puget Sound, encased in concrete. There had been an air pocket large enough for him to survive up to half an hour under water, and Delsin got to him with just moments to spare. Reggie and Delsin, after an emotional reunion, make their way back home to free the tribe of their concrete affliction.

As the news breaks of the fall of the DUP in Seattle--along with the scandal of what they were doing to the prisoners in Curdun Cay--and of the identities of the Rowe brothers, Reggie is contacted by a private police force in NYC and offered a position within their ranks. They make it quite clear that they are interested in him due to his familiarity and solidarity with mutants; they claim to be putting together a trial task force, of sorts, to police against anti-mutant hate crimes.

After recuperating from his injuries, Reggie accepts, much to Delsin’s surprise, and they head east together.

Additional Information:

• ??? im literally just winging this and hoping for the best • you can like this post if youre interested in interacting in this verse

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[priusxfilius]

Reggie Rowe--exasperation personified.

Likes: libraries, freshly brewed coffee, the Pacific Northwest, and crying himself to sleep. 

Dislikes: graffiti, public transportation, the D.U.P., and conduit-assisted flight.

When to contact: 1) you share similar interests, 2) you’d like to talk about conduit rights, 3) you have a grievance to air about Delsin Rowe, or 4) you just want to ruin his day.

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   CONDUIT ( n. )     - a means for transmitting or distributing ;  a means of access.  see :  DELSIN ROWE .

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   the conduit stops short, shoulders    stiff at being caught in the act. he    wants to break free with wild abandon,    for smoke particles to disperse and to    make a timely escape. he could easily    rip himself from the situation, go home    and pretend things are the way they’ve    been for several months now. but…

      he won’t. he’s not sure how much       reggie knew. delsin had been stuck       in cay, broken free and so many       innocents had been ruthlessly       slaughtered in the process. oh yes,       f r e e d o m came first. despite       selfishness, guilt tosses and turns       him at night. he’d backed away.       hadn’t gone after his brother.       couldn’t face him.

delsin doesn’t turn. doesn’t face him now. won’t.

      “—hey, reg.”

[priusxfilius]

A small bit of relief comes when the younger of the pair stops without further incident; he doesn't run, doesn't try to fight him off, doesn't try to argue his way out of the hold Reggie has on him. But the relief is short-lived, there and gone before Reggie can even put a name to it. Dread replaces it, growing and knotting itself into the space left behind.

When it becomes obvious that Delsin won't be turning around of his own accord, Reggie frowns and keeps a hand on his shoulder as he moves around to face him head on. And he can't help but check him over, studying his face--or what Delsin will let him see of it--for signs of what's happened to him and how he is.

"What the hell, man?"

Reggie's other hand is quick to reach out, to grasp the back of his brother's neck in a show of concern and gravity, desperate to solidify the connection between the two of them after so long.

"How long have you been out?"

Delsin's freedom is something Reggie has been fighting for since the moment he'd been taken into DUP custody. But nothing he could do would sway them; nothing he could do could protect Delsin from the people who'd stolen him from his family, his home.

"Where have you been?"