#vendettamuses

[vendettamuses]

“Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are FREE.“ 

Howdy! Welcome to Vendettamuses, an independent 18+ multimuse featuring canon and original characters for Cyberpunk 2077, Disco Elysium, Disney, Dreamworks, Fallout, Far Cry, Pokemon, Resident Evil, Studio Ghibli, and more!

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[rathalascendant-a]

wow mari just met this guy and already she's internally going:

[kitschd]

@vendettamuses​​

David was experiencing one of the lowest points in his life.  It was the lowest he’s felt since him mother passed away.  He was completely numb, just laying there in bed surrounded in empty Broseph bottles and empty immuno-blocker canisters.  Bless Becca for clearing out Pilar’s old space for him, his new home away from home.  

He really couldn’t return to home right now.  Visits had been kept to a minimum while he was there.  Just long enough to drop off supplies, maintenance, and preparing her ice baths.  They may not be together right, but he did still care about her well being.  The words they were exchanging were becoming less and less and it broke his heart every time he had to leave.  He wondered if she was beginning to lose hope for him, never really knowing the real reason why she was keeping herself so distant from him.  

Outside of experiencing the constant heartbreak, David had been displaying a lot of reckless behavior, no doubt concerning Rebecca and Falco.  Overworking himself with jobs, consuming more alcohol than usual, pushing himself very hard when he was working out, abusing any kind of blocker he could get his hands on, and very frequent visits to Doc’s for chrome upgrades and tune-ups.  Even after losing so many people he cared about, at least Rebecca was there to keep him grounded.  

Becca.  He honestly couldn’t repay her after everything she has done for him.  Seeing him in this state probably was torture, but damn has she brought a little light to his day every time he saw her.  As much as it pained him to admit it, he had come to appreciate her more than a friend, but then again, these emotions were just to much to sort out right now.

David checked the time on his display.  Wow, 2pm?  How long had he slept?  His body really was just now catching up with everything, wasn’t it?  He slowly got himself up, putting on some pants to at least cover up a little bit in someone else’s home.  He smelt something cooking.  God, it smelt divine. He really could go for an actual meal.  He made his way to the kitchen where sure enough, Becca was there.  He smiles, leaning his large, muscular frame again the wall, towing over her.  “What you making there, rimbo...”  His little name for her.  She had one for him, “dimples”, it was high time he had one in return.  

[strykingback]

Starter for @vendettamuses​ _________________________

OST: Heywood Boy _________________________

The streets of Night City was filled with just any kind of life any hell, but to others it was home and for Blade it was his home. But Heywood was his home alright. Which he was leaning to his motorbike drinking some beer while he called up Maine. 

“Yo Blade, what do you got on the streets?”  Maine asked. 

“From what I got on the street was that theres a job ol Padre hooked me up with. A Duo-Demolitions job on the Maelstrom. Plenty of Eddies to take out some crazed gonks if you ask me,” Blade said leaning against his bike. 

“Really, that all? Just a standard get in, fuck shit up job and get out. Old man really is lookin’ at startin’ a war,” Maine answered. 

“He also did inform me, that any preem stuff we find in there is ours.... he’ll give us more deets when we meet up. I might need your best demo person for this mission, ” Blade said, hearing Maine chuckle

“Alright then, wheres the meetin’ point at I’ll pass it along to Rebecca, since we got time until Faraday gives us the next job.” Maine asked. 

“At the El Coyote Cojo. Thats where Padre will meet us ‘an get the deets about the job. See ya, Maine. Take good care of yourself, yeah?” Blade answered. 

“Same to you.” Maine replied with the call coming to an end.

With a sigh, Blade got up off his bike finishing his beer and throwing it somewhere as it landed with a crash. Getting on his bike and heading off to the Coyote, where he’ll be meeting this Rebecca. 

[unrclypirxte]

Random Asks! - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@vendettamuses said: “Relax, I’m not looking for any trouble. I’m here on behalf of uh… ah, shit, what’s her name… Dumbo. You know- the short girl with the big ears?” The Privateer clearly couldn’t give less of a shit and was probably only here delivering a message because he was threatened to do so. “Yeah, came by because I was told to let you know she’s not doing too hot. She’s in the clinic back at the camp on a vent- a fucking vent. Can you believe someone on this island had a whole ass hospital setup? Oh yeah- anyways, she wanted to tell you she was sorry. You know, in case she doesn’t make it. Would be surprised if she did the way she was bleeding everywhere.” — to Matt and Beth :3c

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Talking on the line that separated privateers and pirates, none daring to cross, Beth and Matt were having a good old natter. There was even some laughter, joyful shoves. Everyone was okay. All was good. And then HE had to show up.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was shushed when he began his non-urgent message. The pair shared a look of disinterest until the penny dropped. Just as suddenly as they were smiling, they were scowling. Confusion mixed with annoyance, and, in Beth's case, boiling rage.

Why was he so nonchalant? How could he be? Beth tensed, and Matt... Matt was unreadable.

"We've got to go," Matt said first, earning a scoff from the woman beside him.

"I can't, Vaas will—"

"Shut the fuck up, think for yourself. Get in the car."

And that left very little room for argument. Matt grabbed Beth by her bicep, grip white-knuckled as he barreled towards the nearest truck. He threw her inside, ordered the driver back to the compound, to the only person he knew would have any sort of equipment. Maybe see Hoyt and ask what's going on. But, for now, they needed to get there.

The ride was a blur, with Beth yelling something obscene. But then they stopped, out Matt hopped, and Beth had no choice but to trail along like a puppy. He all but barged into Hoyt's building, ignoring guards as they called out, and shoved his way into where Piper was being kept.

The sight made his stomach drop, hands to grow clammy and his breathing heavy. He ignored the " doctor " at her bedside and approached. He placed a careful hand upon her hair as Beth stood at the door watching with that familiar predatory gaze.

"Piper?" Matt called, not trying to be quiet. No, this wasn't the mainland. No formalities here. "Hey, you with me, darlin'?"

[theashen-fox]

Broken Toys-Starter for @vendettamuses

It had taken some time to find the place, but sure enough, there it was: a small building with the blinking neon sign reading “Wilder Detective Agency”. Judging by how out-of-the-way it was, Ash could only guess that the owner only wanted to be found by people in desperate situations. As it happened, he just happened to be such an individual. He approached the door, but not before hacking a nearby camera, just to make sure that nobody had followed him. Once he had made sure, he was about to knock, then he hesitated.

What was he doing? Was he seriously going to a PI for this? Sure, Wakako had assured him that she was as good a source as any to get this done, but had she just sent him here to get some kind of false assurance that the PI would “keep an eye out”, tell him not to worry, that this case was as good as solved, so he could refocus on gigs that Wakako needed mercs like him to get done? But what was his alternative? Try to solve this thing on his own? Ask Wakako to send him to someone else? Go to the NCPD? Thinking about the last one reminded him of why Felicity had gone after the killer alone. Then she...

His mind was made up. He knocked on the door. “Hello? Excuse me, Detective. I don't mean to intrude, but I have something I’d like to discuss with you, if you have the time.”

[seeasunset-a]

{Random starter for: @vendettamuses}

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❝So, you're Jackie, correct?❞

Emerging from around the corner to spot what would be Vasco's partner-in-crime, he slowed to a halt. While he didn't seem to be much in a hurry when he got here, his stoic look could easily be mistaken as one that is impatient, though he's far from it. A little annoyed by a bump in the road, but nothing he could handle. He's been told to meet up with a man named Jackie around these parts at exactly 12pm, which he had came a little early.

❝Names Vasco. It's a pleasure.❞ A small nod followed by one hand merging from behind his back in a form of a handshake. Or hopefully a handshake, though he wouldn't push past the guy for not taking a liking out of such things. ❝Are you ready it?❞

He made it sound vague yet it did hold an edge of suspicion to any who eavesdrop on them. Vasco doubt they would, but one could never be too sure. After all, with how advanced technology is, anything could work in favors of blackmailing and getting the right deals of information. Something he didn't want, especially since it's already bad enough the two didn't know each other quite well.

[thesoulofasurvivor]

plotted starter with @vendettamuses for Dmitry! 

How many of these assholes were left? Leave it to her to run into a whole group of hostiles... She took cover in one of the many buildings on the open street to avoid the gunfire. Looked like it used to be a business that worked with electronics, but she didn’t have any time to peruse with everyone coming after her. These people are fucking crazy. 

❝ Get the fuck off me! ❞ The girl shouted, using her arms to protect her face from the fists of a man who had her pinned on the floor. 

When she managed to grab his arm to stop him, even for just a second, it was an opportunity to reach for her knife and jab it into his waist, which opened another opportunity as he recoiled in sudden pain, for her to bring the blade up to and into his neck — twice consecutively. 

She shoved the body off herself, heaving a deep breath of air, ❝ Fucking asshole, ❞ Bailey seethed between breaths, rubbing a finger just below her nose to wipe away a small bit of blood. 

The knife was tucked away in her pocket, as she got back up on her feet she turned swiftly on her heel to raise her pistol at the person who was running toward her from behind, but as soon her eyes met the woman’s, a metal pipe struck her across the face. Her finger reflexively pressed the trigger, but the bullet only grazed her attacker’s arm. 

The force by which she was struck threw her to the floor and she dropped the gun. She was far too dazed to react when the woman readied the pipe to strike a second time, she could barely make out the words that were yelled at her.