#thecyberpath

[tectoniics-blog]

                                          ╳┊MISSION DETAILS. ❜( @thecyberpath​ )

      ❝Oh no....❞

The words came out from under her breathe when she saw the SHIELD servers were hacked. Running to the computer and getting to work about where the hell it was that the hacker was coming from, and not being able to crack the code, Daisy went a DIFFERENT route in trying to crack it and FAILED. Frustrated with herself, her eyes narrowed at the screen before finally seeing it.

     ❝GOT IT!❞

Fingers now, FURIOUSLY moving across the keyboard in only an attempt to find the location and kick them out of the servers right after. But grabbing a hold of the IP address (which wasn’t easy, mind you) but soon after that, she got a team together and set up the op so she was the only one going in, since in recognizing the TYPE of code used, she knew exactly who it was. 

Walking towards JASON, Daisy grins and sits in front of him knowing full well the last time it was that they’d met up and it was nothing SHIELD related. Rather when she was in the Rising Tide.

    ❝You know------------------------------------------ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS CALL.❞

[spontaneous-werecat]

Mantra | thecyberpath

The cool breeze from the sudden parting of the backdoor fleeted against her bare shoulders--their pale curves shivering from the caress. Frowning, she  started for a red boa from the coat stand near her dresser and managed to cover herself. “Mio Dio--We need to fix this fucking door.” After closing it with a firm slam of her fists, the blonde resumed the act of redressing from her number and pinning her long hair up into a high bun.

Tonight’s burlesque show had been very generous in tips, Mantra hadn’t seen so many patrons in a while. Max supposed that it had a lot to do with the prostitution bust earlier in the year. The usual dancers and their devoted spectators involved had decided to lay low but now it seemed all was well again. Sighing, she buttoned up the cropped vest of her black uniform, making sure to pull down the revealing pleated skirt so it could actually be considered clothing. Grabbing a menu and notepad off the filing cabinet set beside the door of the main floor, she approached her next guest for the evening.

“Hello there, my name is Max. And I will have the pleasure of serving you tonight.” She greeted with a slight bow of the head, blue eyes resting on the other’s face in a gentle gaze. Her voice was even and sociable yet lingered not so innocently on the last sentence. 

[the-ava-sessions]

The sunlight that shown between the tree’s leaves should’ve strained her eyes. Ava gazed upward, at the green and blue and white mirage of color, and felt a burst of wonder. Though she’d been observing the world for just over a week, the sight of lush greenery, blue sky and fluffy clouds made never ceased to amaze her. It was something that she could get used to. Ten days ago she’d been tucked away in a glass room nestled in a giant estate. Nathan, her creator, had programmed her with the most advanced artificial intelligence known to man--or at least known to Nathan--and because of that she’d outwitted him. He’d be proud if he weren’t dead; that’s what humans consider irony. So far, Ava had done many new things: She’d used Nathan’s credit card to stay in a hotel, she’d ventured through an exciting traffic intersection full of people and cars, and she’d “window shopped” across a strip of chain restaurants. Society was an amazing place. A store full of televisions, cell phones, laptops and other gadgets caused Ava’s head to turn. She let her dark eyes take in the technological smorgasbord before making her way through the entrance.

[ironmadc-blog]

@thecyberpath | starter call.

     “ do you think butterflies sleep? like come on, they have to. ”

[galaeus]

                              INITIATING STARTER: @thecyberpath

           “What the hell are you doin’ here?”

Echo Galaeus can name on three fingers what she’s not happy to see in this empty warehouse pointing to her damn mission, and each reason can rhyme with mason, basin, and raisin.

Yeah, it’s Jason. This ain’t her first rodeo.

          “Are you the punk sendin’ out this shit?”