marahuyo

No sooner did the sun set, than the night leisurely cast shadows. The stars twinkled, incessantly as the Moonlight stretched herself

[thrcded]

What’s the piece you’re the proudest of?

“Depends on who you ask. If you asked the people downstairs then they tell you I’ve found new materials with human skin and make fun little meat suits in my free time.” He rolls his eyes but the thought is enough to make him laugh. “Quite proud of that but really, human skin. This isn’t amateur hour.” 

[thrcded]

Mode’s new office in Administrative HQ is a not too old cleared out former weapons testing center. The first thing he was greeted with when stepping into his new space was some bloody unknown being dragged out that left streaks on the tile. Administration has never been shy to show their guns and live subjects ranging from disobidient mercenaries to captured enemies were often used to test a weapons potential so there’s a nice amount of space.  Mode still pretends to solely work for Hale but he doesn’t need to make too frequent reappearances in the dated former office with Australian CEO since he’s either on a hunting trip or too pre-occupied with whatever goes inside of his head. He has to be most careful when Bidwell or Reddy aren’t swept away with Hale’s shenanigans. Work still gets done for Hale but Mode ends up coming up with excuse after excuse to cover his tracks. Though most of the weapons have been cleared an active ceiling gun still remains which has been reprogrammed to descend based off Mode’s voice command and recognition. 

[thrcded]

Capes?

The very mention of capes is enough to rile Mode into rising suddenly sinking knife that was being toyed in the midst of sketching deep into the table. “No capes! Have you ever heard of Team Bastion? Team Warden? Team Chaser?” With each question his voice rises the grip on the knife’s handle tightening into a vice till sure hands shake with anger. He doesn’t wait for the reply, it’s memories are ones kept close to chest yet long discarded by Administration. 

Eyes narrow and in a single movement he wrenches the knife free pointing it’s blade at the questioner. It’s point is nothing compared to the sharpness of his eyes and how they narrow in distaste. “Of course not. No capes.” 

[godology]

Hamda Al Fahim

[estrxndo]

@thrcded

[xbunnyclawsx]

Credit: IG-@killdie

[thrcded]

Apart from Teufort Mode isn’t aware of what the elite teams do at all relying more on loose tongues to clue him on what they do. It’s a huge part of why he’s so friendly to anyone who crosses into his office though he will lead the person into a tangent if he suspects their life will be on the line from revealing too much. As far as Vanguard goes he has no idea that the team exists apart from a needling suspicion 

[thrcded]

"I need something done. Heard you're the guy for uniforms."

@napalmsunburn

Over the years Mode has always been impressed and fascinated about the clientele that step into through Administrative doors. It’s become easy to pick apart those who come to the door expecting projects that are a waste of his time and those who will come with something of interest. Luther with his intimating stature alone was enough to catch Mode’s attention. He sees a murder and can only wonder how much blood has been spilled those hands. 

Grinning Mode leans in dropping his voice into one of an over exaggerated whisper, “I really hope that the person that you heard that from wasn’t anyone downstairs. I call them, ah,” his tone is teasing as a gloved finger taps against chin in thought until accent tone eventually chirps again with the sudden epiphany, “asses.” He waves toward his station, cramped impossibly small for even one, and practically bursting at the seams. It’s the organized chaos that Mode thrives in glittering with potential to nearly do anything with the right imagination along with those willing to push the boundaries. “Lucky for you there’s plenty of somethings I can do, it just depends on what that is and what you can offer me. How can I help?” 

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[larme-girl]

[thrcded]

When Mode first came to the USA he didn’t entirely understand english idioms so when Mode used to work exclusively for Hale and he’d say something like, ‘see you later’ Mode would literally wait around for Hale to come back and had to radio Bidwell and Mr. Reddy just to make sure he understood 

[assiistant-deactivated20180603]

THESE SPREAD FASTER SO LIKE………. hey, this is a new MISS PAULING from TF2. things are still under construction so bare with me. it’s independent, private and also written by KITTY.

[thrcded]

"I have a bigggggg favor to ask."

He has to lean to even see her above the stacks of papers one hand messages a temple while the other writes. Mode blinks, his eyes tired from reading print probably intended for ants in hell. He’s thankful that her words cut into another another far less important voice in his ear that’s been urging about deadlines and paperwork for the last hour. And there is a mountain paperwork to be done. Horrible. Awful. Paperwork. His hand lifts to his ear and the urgency of the voice increased biding him not to turn off comm-links. After flashing a grin at the ‘hidden’ camera mounted in his station Mode does exactly that, silence reclaimed. Pencil pushers. “A biiig favor well,” her tone is mimicked to tease, elbows propped on the table his head resting in a hand peeking only just above a stack of papers, “Take me away from all of this and I’ll even deal with Hale if that’s what you’re asking.” As he speaks he’s already rising, eager to escape this mess even for a moment. 

[thrcded]

Do you ever get mad when you make amazing uniforms for the mercs and then they go out and get the uniforms all torn/dirty?

“A clean uniform means clean hands which means they’re not using my gear as intended.” Stooping down Mode grips the handle of a knife wedged into the side of a man’s skull. Bearing administrative colors Mode might have felt stabs of guilt were the suit not so poorly made and it would be a lie to say that either parties were entirely innocent. After struggling with the handle momentarily and twisting it away with little gentleness the knife finally comes away with a wet sounding pop.The body fell away with a heavy thump blood sluggishly pooling out, he was careful to keep the mess away from his station. Mode swipes a gloved finger across the still wet blade eyeing how crimson made cold steel shine. “Rips and tears are all necessary parts of progress. Are you asking because you needed something fixed? I don’t bite.” 

[thrcded]

Do you like that Omnipresent Force of Administration that watches you fight a fake war with little remorse? Do you like looking good while killing people? Well, do I got a deal for you! Go ahead and like or reblog for Eddie Rosales, outfitting you for murder since 1918.

[xvintage-rosex-deactivated20211]

☄🌙

[evanlovejoy]

Another weekend another Tasmanian tiger! I can’t stop drawing these beauties lately 🐯🐺

[thrcded]

Do you ever give the mercs hair and makeup advice?

“Hah! That’s a good one. Since when do mercenaries listen to advice?”