A man with no plan and an aerosol can.

Independent Prototype AU Delsin Rowe RP blog Warning! Content on blog could be possibly triggering at times for some. Also may contain spoilers for Prototype and Infamous. Tracking viraltroublemaker

[viral-troublemaker]

(( Aaaand I colored it. Ayyy. ))

[viral-troublemaker]

[viral-troublemaker]

(( Have a picture of Evolved Del I worked WAY too long on.

I'm considering coloring it. ))

[viral-troublemaker]

[1:14:31 AM] .: Dᴇʟsɪɴ :.: ... i am also laughing because i was tempted to write 'he's gonna WHIPFIST THAT BITCH'

[1:14:32 AM] Ӈϵllѕιη: HDSJHDSHH

[1:14:33 AM] .: Dᴇʟsɪɴ :.: and then

[1:14:35 AM] Ӈϵllѕιη: .....

[1:14:41 AM] Ӈϵllѕιη: -O H G DO

[1:14:43 AM] .: Dᴇʟsɪɴ :.: 'HE'S GONNA WHIP//FIST// THAT BITCH'

[1:14:46 AM] .: Dᴇʟsɪɴ :.: i'm la ughing help

[1:15:11 AM] Ӈϵllѕιη: NO PLEAS E DON'T FIsT THE BITCH

[emperowe]

The movement isn’t necessarily enough to startle him, per se, but Delsin does most certainly jump back a ways, especially with the concrete beneath his very feet forming a tiny trench. A small dust cloud explodes from the shift in the ground, and the conduit waves a palm to clear it from around his face.

                                            L o v e l y.             “Oh come on. Does everything set you off? Can’t I get just one smile?”

[viral-troublemaker]

There's almost a chuckle from the evolved when his clone jumps back, and he can't help but swing his arm forwards next. The whip-like appendage aims for the ground next to the man's feet and just barely  smacks into the ground beside the Conduit, the pointed ends piercing concrete only a bit. He draws his arm back sharply, snapping a light pole in the way of it's sloppy path.

"Take back the constipated look comment and we'll talk about it."

[emperowe]

Wow, okay, that was his cue to get the fuck out of dodge. Conduits were one thing—he could handle conduits. The rule book said nothing about….conduits with claws? Is that what he was looking at?

           ”Okay, okay. Easy there, Scott McCall. No need to bring out the big hose when there’s no fire.” Yeesh, some therapy might do this one good. 

[viral-troublemaker]

"What did you just call me, man?"

The other backing away from him only tempted him to spring an attack on the poor man, and instead of taking a step forwards like he normally would, he decided to go for something a bit more terrifying.

Black and red mass almost seemed like it woke up, coming back to life as it moved along his arms for a different form. The one he used for longer ranges. Soon enough the claws had morphed into pronged blades, and without a second thought, he swung his arm towards the ground. A harsh cracking noise, the concrete split a bit at the contact.

"I suggest you shut your mouth."

[viral-troublemaker]

delsinr replied to your post:Diggin' the look, but the whole "kill everything" vibe I'm getting is bumming me out.

With me? Mmm, no, nah I don’t think so. I would have remembered your annoyed snarl and that whole…constipated look you’ve got going on.

A little bit of biomass squirming along arms, a few seconds for it to all gather properly--

Damn, look at those claws.

[viral-troublemaker]

Diggin' the look, but the whole "kill everything" vibe I'm getting is bumming me out.

"Didn't I already deal with you once? Get out of here or I'll shove my claws up your ass."

[akomiishnolonger]

There’s a slight smirk that plays at his lips, and honestly, he’d been hankering for a little mayhem. All that power festered inside of him, gripping at his ribs and rattling them like cage bars, made an itch shoot down his spine and he was weak to the allure. Delsin spun his hand around, unwinding the chain around his wrist and gripping it tightly, before whipping it to the side and shooting a bout of energy down its length, causing it to stiffen and glow a deep red mingled with wisps of purple. Spinning the now sword-like chain in his hand briefly, his gaze settled on his infected double. 

“I’ll pass on that one, thanks. I’ve still got shit to do and that can’t be done if I’m eaten, y’know? Little things." Delsin pressed his lips together slightly, adopting a sort of saunter as he moved back towards his clone. "So. You want to do the honors? I’m really looking forward to seeing what you’ve got up your sleeve.”

[viral-troublemaker]

He glances down long enough to notice the smirk, and that was enough to tell him how much exactly his clone was going to enjoy this little run. Eyes drew lower when the man moved, but only his wrist, the chain of his-- So that's what this guy used it for. Both brows raised as he looked over it, stepping a bit closer, temptation to touch it crawling up his spine. Instead he crosses his arms over his chest the best he could with his claws still out.

"What about throwing? I promise I'll try not to throw you at an angle you break your neck or something." Delsin's lips press together for a moment as the other starts moving closer, his eyes exploring the other as he approached him once more. "Yeah, sure." The Blacklight infected unfolds his arms for only several seconds, biomass squirming along his arms once more, claws disappearing instead for a pronged blade almost. "Ever seen civilians...whipped into shape?"

[frikadelisch-deactivated2022112]

"awww it’s one of those games" "TENDER BROTHERLY MOOOMENTS" (x) oh forgot to say it’s kinda flashback or something like this, when they were much younger :/

[akomiishnolonger]

“What? Thought it was just a little trick. I can’t believe that spooked you that bad." The Akomish pressed his lips together to form a thin line, eyebrows raised as he rested a hand on his hip. "Is this a show of one upsmanship, now? Because if that’s a game you want to play, oh, I will absolutely play." 

Delsin threw his gaze around briefly, scanning the street for something he could use. Upon seeing a neon sign hung above the door to the nearby shop, the Conduit held up a hand to motion the other to stay put before striding over to the sign. His arm raised in one fluid motion to the sign, before the light began to warp out, pulling from its source and reaching out in colourful glowing tendrils towards his arm, curling around it and flaring brightly as it seeped into his skin. His fist clenched abruptly, the light going white that ebbed into a deep red, his eyes lighting up red as well, before the glow faded and he shook his hand out, sending down a few stray sparks of red neon. 

“We should really just get some targets to practice on, yeah?" 

[viral-troublemaker]

"Let me remind you that I've never been around a..." The word 'freak' almost slips off his tongue, but he holds back. "Conduit and to disappear in a crowd you have to kill a person. We don't explode into weird little pieces of...whatever all of that was." Fingers twitch with temptation, the look and pose doing nothing to ease the urge to slice and dice the man in front of him.

Some sort of annoyed noise slips up the back of his throat when the other motions for him to stay, his eyes narrowing on the moving male. His brows raise slightly with interest at the show, his lips pressing together as he attempts to watch each tendril entering the copy's arm. As soon as he sees a hint of red, his eyes are drawn to it, his whole body perking as he glances from the neon light to-- Red eyes. His upper lip draws back slightly at the sight, his brows furrowing as his shoulders raised. It only lasted for a few seconds, the Evolved calming down once more.

"Sure. Let's do that. I can't do fancy things like you. Not without a target. Unless you don't mind me throwing you. Or cutting you. Or consuming you."

He'd do the latter whether his clone liked it or not. But later.

[akomiishnolonger]

Delsin paused a bit, scanning over the other slightly. Alright. So Blacklight and Redlight were a thing. Just… a thing. Something about a virus, biomass, and eating people. “Slaughter machine” piqued his interest, though, and he raised his eyebrows slightly at that. Only to further be interested as he saw… whatever that was begin to take over his double’s arms. A slight grin broke across the Conduit’s sunken features, and he gave a light chuckle. “Holy shit, dude, that’s cool as hell! I want that.” 

At the other’s next statement, though, Delsin folded his arms over his chest, giving a snort and shaking his head. “A little bit of smoke? Oh, come on. You will not believe what I can do, buddy." And with that, he shifts his weight, before moving like he’s about to break into a sprint, only to have his entire body explode into a jet of smoke, ash,and ember, as he darts around to reassemble behind the other Delsin. "I can shoot missiles out of my hands. And it’s not even just smoke tricks, my friend. I’m the jack of all trades. Anything I can get my hands on is mine. All I need next is a TV and a neon sign and we’re in business." 

[viral-troublemaker]

"Oh trust me, this isn't something you want." Delsin raises his hands, slowly moving the claws and even looking over them, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It is pretty amazing, though."

Brown eyes glance back up as the squirming black and red mass disappears into his arm once more, now focused completely on his clone. Up until the point that he practically blows up right in his face, turning into a flurry of smoke and ash and even embers. He wheezes for a second, his eyes wide in slight panic. When he hears a voice behind him, his eyes flash red as he turns around quickly, almost to the point he snaps around, taking a step back. Eyes still tinted red, the biomass takes over his arms once more to form the claws. For a second, he almost raises his hand to pierce the clone's head on his claws, but he just barely restrains himself.

"Don't do that ever again. Not to me or any infected-- It's cool but... Jesus Christ." A deep breath. "That's nice... Nice. I'm still better. I could pick you up right now and launch you a few blocks, y'know. A normal civilian would probably go even farther. I could wreck a tank. I have an ability made for whipping. If I wanted, I could totally go get myself a big pair of blades as arms too."

[akomiishnolonger]

“Just— It’s stupid. Yeah. I put a kickass tag on a banner that was on top of the Space Needle and people started calling me Banner Man and it sucks. And… uh… Conduits, you know? The things that have been an “issue” for, like… seven years now?" So this… wasn’t adding up. They were both things the other didn’t understand and holy shit this was making his head hurt. "Whoa, whoa, okay. Let’s… not go eating people just yet, yeah? I know about as much as you do, man. In… terms of things, I guess. No fucking clue what an infected is, but seeing as you don’t know what a Conduit is we’re kind of on the same page." 

The Conduit bit his lip slightly, shifting his feet as he slowly raised a hand. “But I’ll break it down for you. Being Conduit just means you have a certain gene in you. Means you’re stronger, more durable, heal faster, shit like that. Also means you have control over specific forms of matter. Me? I’m like… the swiss army knife of Conduits. All I gotta do is shake hands with another Conduit and I can get their powers." His fingers flex, and he shifts his weight to one side as coils of smoke roll off his hand and wind around his arm. 

[viral-troublemaker]

"Nice to know we at least both have something to do with the Space Needle. Well, it's my favorite thing in the world, reminds me of home. Also, never heard of a Conduit. Even if they've been around for seven years. Most important thing I've heard about is Blacklight...Redlight. That shit." He sniffs a bit, though it comes out a little bit more like a sniffle. His lips purse as he squints at the Conduit, the Evolved not too content with being told not to eat people. He was pretty tempted to do it just to spite the stranger.

"We're a lot alike, then. Except it has less to do with genes and I have biomass and a nasty virus in me. I'm stronger, more durable, heal fast, kill fast... I'm a slaughter machine. You and your little tricks? I can do that by absorbing the whole person. I get their memories, their looks, everything. Also... I can do this." He lowers his arms to his sides, black and red tendrils squirming along his arms and covering it completely, dark gray fabric morphing into biomass. His fingers are tangled up in it, eventually getting encased by an offset white color that turned gray, shining like a blade, up until the point they form elongated claws.

"Much cooler than a little bit of smoke, isn't it?"

[akomiishnolonger]

Delsin at the current moment was a little preoccupied, hands clasping his phone sideways and he fumbled with one of his games. He stood leaned back against the brickwork of one of the buildings, not even really paying attention. That is, until he felt eyes on him. Carefully, chocolate hues lifted from the screen, before settling on— himself? The Akomish blinked slightly, tapping the home button on his phone and pocketing it standing up as his eyes scanned over the other. 

He was about to say the same, but obviously, he was beaten to it. But soon enough he pulled his eyebrows in, his head tilting slightly in confusion. “Uhm… okay. Hi. I’m… Delsin Rowe. The Banner Man. Prime Conduit. Shit like that. Uh. Same question, except also, what the fuck do you mean by ‘consumed?’”

[viral-troublemaker]

The look of confusion drops, instead his brows forming a furrow of annoyance. His nose scrunches partially, his upper lip even raising partially to show off his teeth partially as he eyes down the duplicate of himself. His clone's words are enough to make his own head tilt as he continues to look over the talking man. Delsin's arms raise and fold over his chest as he takes a deep breath, his eyes glancing around then landing on the Conduit with the most judgmental look he can manage.

"What the hell kind of name is Banner Man? Also, the fuck is a Prime Conduit? And how the hell do you not know what..." He trails off, glancing over the man. "Delsin Rowe. Friendly neighborhood infected. Evolved. The Native American guy with the claws and the paint. The one that could tear you open and 'eat' you if you don't tell me what stupid shit this is. That kind of stuff."

[doubleleaf]

heavensxhellfire and others asked:

Would you ever do Yogurt Night for Delsin? c:

[viral-troublemaker]

He does the most obvious double-take to ever possibly happen, his head snapping in the man's direction. His brown eyes are wide as he stares at the complete exact look-alike standing in front of him. Confusion settles in as his brows knit together, his forehead wrinkling as skin pinches slightly.

His lips part as he stares for another minute, "What the hell?" is the first question to slip out. "The fuck is this? Last time I checked, I'm fucking alive, not dead. No one consumed me. So...who the hell are you?"

[viral-troublemaker]

akomishnolonger replied to your post:akomishnolonger replied to your post:(( wheezes a...

{ or both at the same time. killing things while punching each other }

(( just fucking like cut off an infected's head with one hand-- punches bad Del in the face with the other ))