#pulsus ferus

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Thinking about my ships that can be yucky disgusting together being yucky disgusting together is free therapy actually

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Wow Jonah hasn’t asked for Pulsus Ferus yet? Gotta do everything myself smh

(This is a silly joke)

im normal

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Rampage

gdoc for those who don't wanna read in red on red

characters: PR0T0TYPE; G0DKILLR, Dziban, and Vrayan mentioned word count: 779

You were perched atop a tall office building when you received the notification. 

Sometime this week you and the squad had a hit to carry out, and it was always your job to scout out the locations Dziban came up with to see what was the most viable for an operation. This was already the third building the target would be readily ‘accessible’ from and nothing had seemed very promising so far, but at that very moment scouting out the next locations would have to be put on the backburner. 

At the same time, your moirail was meeting with a ‘contact’ of hers in some alleyway halfway across town. These types of operations always made you nervous, since she was very obviously a mutant and, regardless of her ability to defend herself, did appear like one hell of a target for a particularly bitchy highblood. You usually kept her phone’s location map open while she was carrying out those meetings just in case something went wrong. 

Like now, for example. 

You receive a notification that Vrayan’s GPS signal can no longer be traced. Her phone battery also dropped to zero at the same time. Of course, the GPS signals from most mobile phones would keep functioning even after the phone’s battery was dead, or if it was powered off, so you figured both of these indicators happening at once meant really only one thing: someone had just busted the thing.

Which would be very, very bad. You freeze for a moment, trying to process this information. What the fuck do you do about this? Call someone? Try and find her? Yeah, that sounds good. You finally leap back into action, sending a very very quick text to Nyctea, Dziban and Icarus-- the former to warn of danger, and the latter two to let them know you’ll be a little late. 

0̷̻͚͒̕0̴̬̍̃ : HELP 0̷̻͚͒̕0̴̬̍̃ : VRAY IN DANGER You send the last pinged location from her phone as you race across the rooftops, dropped down on all fours like some sort of awful mechanical beast. It’s faster and safer to run like this, you know you won’t fall off anything or miscalculate your jumps. 

You’re grateful for once in your life that you run on an engine. You don’t have to stop and catch your breath for a single moment, each of which already feeling agonizingly long as you approach that alleyway. You’re even grateful for your mechanical legs, which won’t get tired no matter how many times you make jumps between the sunbleached rooftops. You’re especially grateful for your weird sort of sonar-adjacent sensory program that lets you bolt between obstacles and over ledges with more accuracy than someone who wasn’t blind. 

Maybe sometimes all those augmentations do come in a little handy, you guess. 

Despite how much distance you were covering, it still felt like your location indicator was crawling across your GPS app like a snail. What if she had gotten in serious trouble and you were too slow? What if you had to be the one to bring her corpse back to Nyctea’s hive, desperately explaining that you weren’t the one to kill her? 

You would be, though. Because you were too slow. 

You don’t want to think about that. She’s tougher than she looks. 

You start to slow down as you approach her last pinged location. Now you need to focus on finding her, not her bricked phone-- which you find in the alleyway, smashed far beyond repair. Oh no. 

You turn off the GPS tracker to free up more space for sensory programs, everything up to 11. Vrayan is clearly not here right now, but it doesn’t take you long to figure out where she went-- her blood is stained on the nails embedded in an old rotten board sticking out of a trashcan. You can easily smell it on the ground after that, tracking her path through the mazelike network of one-way streets and alleyways between buildings before you come to a wall. There’s more blood here, like it was dripping for a longer time, so you suspect the way is up; you crouch down like a cat to spring halfway up the wall then easily scale the rest.

You sense them both immediately. One figure is large, imposing, cold-- well, cold in some places, hot in others. Odd. The other is your moirail, pinned on her stomach and laying in her own blood. Her speeding heart rate is doing nothing to help the blood loss, but everything to fuel the rage you feel for the man doing this to her. 

Your claws scrape loudly on the concrete roof as you pull yourself up. 

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Ship bingo for pulsus ferus

Reminder those two started as Rails who Pail LMAO

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(Oh, we bullying PROTO today?) Causing her to dump him the day after new sweep? smh. Way to start someone's year.

0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : PR0T0* 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : ANYWAYS. 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : MAYBE 1F HE HAD A L1CK 0F C0MM0N SENSE AB0UT H1M HE W0ULD ST1LL HAVE H1S GF. 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 1 L1TERALLY D1D N0TH1NG T0 H1M. HE'S THE 0NE WH0 CH0SE 2 BE THE W0RLD'S M0ST CLUELESS GUEST H0ST. 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 1 TR1ED TO KEEP AN 0PEN M1ND AND EVERYTH1NG AND HE ST1LL D1DN'T MEET MY L0W EXPECTAT10NS 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : L1KE. 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : THE FUCK D1D HE TH1NK WAS G0NNA HAPPEN? 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 'YEAH 1T'S F1NE THAT Y0U LEFT MY M01RA1L 0UT 1N THE LUSUS BARN BY 1TSELF W1TH0UT 0FFER1NG 1T AN ACTUAL PLACE T0 STAY THE DAY 0R ANYTH1NG.' 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 'THAT'S A T0TALLY N0RMAL TH1NG T0 D0' 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : DUDE 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 1 WAS RA1SED 1N A LAB AND EVEN 1 KN0W BETTER 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 0R MAYBE 1M JUST USED 2 PE0PLE SEE1NG MY PRESENCE AS A SAFETY HAZARD AND MAK1NG SURE 1M ACC0UNTED F0R 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : E1THER WAY 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 1M ST1LL REC0VERING FR0M TH0SE SUNBURNS JSYK 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : FROM RUNN1NG H0ME 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 1N THE FUCK1NG SUN 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : BUT 1T'S WHATEVER 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : BY MY UNDERSTAND1NG TH1S WAS M0RE L1KE THE STRAW THAT BR0KE THE CAMEL'S BACK ANYWAYS 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : SHES N0T VERY 0PEN AB0UT HER 0THER RELAT10NSH1P TROUBLES WITH ME (YET?) 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : AND SHE HASNT WANTED T0 TALK AB0UT THE ACTUAL BREAKUP ANYWAYS 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : BUT 1 MEAN. 0̸͍͠0̶̢̫̄ : 1 C0ULD TELL S0METH1NG WAS UP, YK?

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do you guys wanna see what PR0T0TYPE looks like next to its gf. Of course you do

that dog is 7'5 and vrayan is me height.

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PR0T0 will get a text

“Hey come down here and pick me up thx ;)”

Luckily, you were taking a nap at hive when the text notification wakes you up. You take a second to warm up before reading it. Wow, didn't even let you know she was on her way? Damn. But you don't actually mind all too much, honestly.

You get up, stretch, then climb out the open window that acts as the entrance to your 'hive.' It's really just one of the top floor rooms in an abandoned apartment complex, but you destroyed the stairs leading up to the top floors for security. Since you have weird gecko hands you can just fucking Spiderman your way up the building, so.

0̴̺̗̂̂̈́0̸̳̈́͆̍ : 0MW

As if it wasn't obvious by the giant dogthing climbing down the building.

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happy new sweep vrayan :D are you spending it any way special?

“Eln wanted to make sure we spent the change over together, but I invited PR0T0 over too and the three of us have spent the period in the barn. I made so so sure Elnny got his midnight kissy, now I’m gonna make each of them dance with me, hehe”

>She is very obviously tipsy