#n3uraln3twork3r

[neurvelist-archived]

@n3uraln3twork3r was lonely enough to come to Draco for attention.

“ ...Sometimes I wonder if your attitude is only a mere act to keep people away from yourself because your self-loathing is that strong. Strangely, it would make sense. I can whine all day I have to put up with you but you have to put up with yourself non-stop. I suppose I would be an alcoholic too if I were you. ”

[stupidity-is-not-a-right-blog]

@n3uraln3twork3r

     She was told she could find this so-called ‘agent’ skulking about in the slums, slouched over the bar with a half-empty glass in his hand, pumping his veins full liquor and whiskey. The description alone made him seem lost, pathetic, it was a wonder how a man like him could sway one of their own so easily.

“Mr. Decker...” She muttered as she slid into the stool next to him. She simply came for a little chat, a pleasant conversation to discover how a detective could offer something better, something just good enough to sway a Talon operative to their side. Moira needed to discover what threat they posed. Whatever group this ‘Decker’ belonged to now had access to many of Talon’s secrets and she couldn’t allow these secrets to be told. She wouldn’t allow her involvement with Talon yet be known, she couldn’t allow even more obstacles to be placed in front of her research. “I do hope this seat isn’t taken.”

[bottledalchemy-blog]

❝ Decker is it?  You’re aware that potions and alcohol don’t mix well,  right? ❞   //  @n3uraln3twork3r - sc.

[lovethemdead-blog]

@n3uraln3twork3r would look better dead!

“You know, if you keep skulking around dark allies, someone’s gonna think you’re up to something.”

Toga eyed the strange man, decked head to toe in some detective get up. He could’ve been a cop with a weird sense of a humor or the weird costume could’ve been his hero outfit. Either way, Toga didn’t like the looks of him.

[datavampire-archived-blog]

@n3uraln3twork3r caught the vampire’s interest.

❝ Aside from nearly getting killed back there and letting the agency down I would say that this mission wasn’t a complete waste of our limited resources. We developed an undying friendship. ❞ Sarcasm. Harsh. Although Draco had the right amount of self-criticism to take his own part of the blame; the bullet might have saved his temporary-partner’s life it was loud enough to alert every agent on the floor. It was risky and he should have warned Decker in advance but Draco considered that a waste. Words took time and it could have got both of them killed right on the spot. ❝ I quite literally took a bullet for you. Two to be exact. I believe I deserve to be invited for a drink. ❞

[apocalyptic-pig-blog]

@n3uraln3twork3r has been hooked.

“Drop it.”

Gruff, loud, irritated. That was the voice that came from behind the spy as Roadhog stared down at the other through his mask, his gaze focused on the item resting in the other’s hands, an expensive, high-end piece of weaponry than the thief had already set his sights on. He had already come this far, blowing a holes straight through the building/s walls and dispatching any of the guards that came to stop him and he’d be damned if he’d let the prize slip away from him now.

[the-operctcr]

@n3uraln3twork3r

“I don’t need to leave my room to do my job, so why would I bother leaving it at all? Besides, I’ve got a bathroom right here. Food?... Well, maybe you’ll see me one of these days.”

[fromsweetrosesblob-blog]

@n3uraln3twork3r

❛ Do you like, know my mother or somethin’? I’m quite curious. ❜