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A single click on that button, easy it seemed --hard work behind all of that. This rat, this filthy small rat finally fell for that trap. To Damien it was a pleasure, ‘ getting to know ‘ Dedsec’s slaves. Defalt was definitely one of them. No secret. And catching him was a hard task, ‘cause that boy was not stupid. He was skilled enough to trick people, but probably too naive to think he would be able to abscond from Damien Brenks.

Looking through the files on his laptop Damien’s eyes shortly aimed for the younger. He was sitting there, handcuffed, quiet and attentive like a pupil in class. At least he seemed like it. The room they filled was dark. The only light sources haven been a small lamp above their heads and the bright screens of two monitors. 

    “ JB Markowicz ... better known as Defalt. --The great Defalt. “

His eyes absorbed more of these files as he was wearing a smirk on his face. “ The great weakling. “ 

As Blume’s men went out to get the rat Damien requested to not take the mask away from his face. Out of pure amusement. No, it had nothing to do with respect of any kind. The elder couldn’t get himself to respect people like that. 

                                                                                   ( Pathetic ! ) 

   “ A nice little chit-chat before starting with serious business is always quite pleasing. And you and me here, we have plenty of time to get used to each other, you know? “ 

To some it seemed like a unnecessary thing to do. But Damien’s job had never been asking questions. So doing it his own way was something unpreventable.

   “ Why are you Dedsec brats just so secretive when it comes to your personal stuff? “

[forever-bad-boy-17-blog]

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❸: Name three things your muse considers themselves to be very good at, and three things they consider themselves to be very bad at.

I am good at hacking, disappearing, tattooing.

I am not good at dealing with grief, fighting, or being in situations that get violent as I shut down.

[egyptiandeathgod]

Precursor! Verse: T3chn0J∆ck∆L

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He screamed at the Abstergo soldiers. Snatching up his Ankh and opening his mouth wide to bellow, lips lifting to show teeth and gums, ears laid back.

There was nowhere the Precursor could run. Cornered in a building filled with computers. The Piece of Eden began to sing and glow when he backed up against a computer engine.

Glancing behind himself, the jackal noticed something amiss with one of the monitors. Apparently malware had invaded the technology. An idea developed and Anubis smirked.

“Unfortunately the Templars shan’t have what they desire.”

Raising his Ankh high in one hand. A bright flash engulfed the room. The soldiers cried out. Attempting to shield their eyes.

He could feel himself breaking down into numbers and codes. Transported straight into virtual space. The first system Anubis found looked promising. Diving straight into it.

The room was empty and the henchmen of Abstergo sighed. Their Grandmaster wasn’t going to like this.

Traversing through the endless passage of systems. Anubis began to write numerous codes and links to disguise himself. Traveling deeper where other servers couldn’t go. He eventually came upon a very interesting person.

And the tag name caught his fancy. Observing and examining he deemed it and proper hiding place and decided to hide the Ankh in the core of the individual’s system.

Settling down to float in the millions of commands being sent out and received. The Egyptian realized that this was a hacker of a sort. A very skilled one.

“Entertaining….I wonder what he’d do if I did this…”

Anubis wrote out a code with the sweep of his hand and disabled an app. Messing with it and causing the files to malfunction. Cackling, he went to hide himself deeper in the system.

[r4ym0ndk3nn3y]

「 First thing his mind registers is the incredibly intrusive urge to throw up. He wishes it wasn't a feeling he knew oh-so-well, but him and nausea had become pretty damn well-acquainted over the years. 」

「 Second. 」 「 The room is spinning. Blurry. He can't tell the floor from the walls, because it's all melting together in a great big, dirty gray mess. Concrete, is all Raymond can muster to think at the moment. Cold. He's freezing- even with the hoodie and the scuffed boots- and God, if his tongue would cooperate right now, the welder would have more than a few artistic combinations of carefully picked cusses and swears pouring out his mouth right now. 」 「 ... He opts for a quiet groan instead. 」

"--ah, he's on his way."

「 Raymond's eyes snap to the man in the corner. The familiar glow of a phone screen lights up his chest, his arm-- but, hell, even if it somehow did reach this guy’s face, Raymond wouldn't be able to tell fuckin' Marilyn Monroe from Marilyn Manson with the shit they'd pumped into him. It should've been wearing off. Why wasn't it wearing off? 」

"You just hold tight, Raymond Kenney. No funny business."

「 As if he could. He was strapped to a goddamn chair, with tranqs bugging up his whole goddamn system. 」

@djxd3f4lt

[hackxr]

Texting Meme;

♯ [!!!] » Acc░ss ▓rant▒d~:

        [txt; SEN7INEL]: dude. i think i’m being followed         [txt; SEN7INEL]: i’m not fucking around. i swear someone keeps tailing me 

[r4ym0ndk3nn3y]

TEXT;; HEY ASSHOLE. Have you been wanting some of bofa lately?

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[hackxr]

[TEXT; R4TB0Y]: send nudes plx

♯ [!!!] » Acc░ss ▓rant▒d~:

[TEXT; SEN7INEL]: Attachment sent.[TEXT; SEN7INEL]: Attachment unavailable![TEXT; SEN7INEL]: Attachment sent.[TEXT; SEN7INEL]: Attachment unavailable![TEXT; SEN7INEL]: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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@djxd3f4lt

As much as a hassle it tended to be, flair bartending seemed to be one of the few things that managed to keep the attention of customers, other than the alcohol of course. Sarah was lucky to have snagged such a good job, after all, it was the biggest club she’d seen yet. Glass balanced on her forearm as she began to pour the drink, she almost flinched as she caught a glimpse of blue in the corner of her eye. Swiftly setting the glass down, she had to grip the edge of the counter to stop her hands from shaking. He’d never come down before (had she done something?). “Defalt? I, uh- D-do you need something?”