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HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - CATALYST - 01-28-2019
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//they're not here for trouble but oops
Okay, so they may have used Flintlock as an example of who their groupmates could attack as opposed to each other. Which meant whatever truces or treaties other leaders had arranged were off. Since it was really only a matter of time before one of their people decided to pick a fight, they figured they'd just poke around a little bit, see what they would inevitably be up against. (Likely not by their choice or order, since hiking up this mountain once was annoying enough. They weren't about to do anything that would require doing it again anytime soon.)
So they'd grabbed Gabe, choosing the boy because he'd kept his nose relatively clean lately and wasn't badly injured (something that wasn't true of Michael, the other obvious option), but the thing that sealed Gabe as the one they wanted to bring is that there was no way anyone would see him and think that this was some sort of attack. As much as they hoped the boy would continue on his current path and become a real rough-and-tumble Badlander, there was no denying that he just wasn't intimidating.
"Remind me never to do this again." Cat grumbled, drawing their jacket closer around their shoulders. Jeez, it was fugging cold. Why would anyone wanna live here? If they weren't already within sight of the Lodge, or as determined not to waste all this time and energy, they'd probably just turn back and go home. Home. Right, the Badlands was home, as much as any place could be.
//open to everyone but tagging [member=2996]BEATLES[/member] [member=9457]HAYLEY[/member] [member=3586]BRENDAN[/member]
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
⇥ 01/08/39 ⇥ Punished Sheogorath for his treachery
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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[table]Okay, so they may have used Flintlock as an example of who their groupmates could attack as opposed to each other. Which meant whatever truces or treaties other leaders had arranged were off. Since it was really only a matter of time before one of their people decided to pick a fight, they figured they'd just poke around a little bit, see what they would inevitably be up against. (Likely not by their choice or order, since hiking up this mountain once was annoying enough. They weren't about to do anything that would require doing it again anytime soon.)
So they'd grabbed Gabe, choosing the boy because he'd kept his nose relatively clean lately and wasn't badly injured (something that wasn't true of Michael, the other obvious option), but the thing that sealed Gabe as the one they wanted to bring is that there was no way anyone would see him and think that this was some sort of attack. As much as they hoped the boy would continue on his current path and become a real rough-and-tumble Badlander, there was no denying that he just wasn't intimidating.
"Remind me never to do this again." Cat grumbled, drawing their jacket closer around their shoulders. Jeez, it was fugging cold. Why would anyone wanna live here? If they weren't already within sight of the Lodge, or as determined not to waste all this time and energy, they'd probably just turn back and go home. Home. Right, the Badlands was home, as much as any place could be.
//open to everyone but tagging [member=2996]BEATLES[/member] [member=9457]HAYLEY[/member] [member=3586]BRENDAN[/member]
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
⇥ 01/08/39 ⇥ Punished Sheogorath for his treachery
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - GABRIEL - 01-28-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Him? Being hand-picked by Catalyst for a super-secret-spying mission?! Gabriel was as giddy and as determined as could be, like a Boy Scout on his way to earning a new badge. Except he managed to keep most of his excitement contained, as he didn't want Cat changing their mind. This could be his chance to prove himself worthy, to prove himself a tough Badlander that could brave through harsh winds and cold snow.
He had worn the thickest jacket he could find and had slipped on his mountain boots. He had even packed some food, water, a box of matches, and a switchblade of course. There was no telling whether they would get lost or not, but hopefully not. Gabriel was fully relying on Catalyst to lead the way, seeing as he had never been to "Flintlock Lodge". He had heard plenty about it, though, as they were free range for the Badlanders to pick off of. As far as he knew, however, this was simply just a mission to gauge the area as quickly and undetected as they possibly could.
That plan would not last very long.
Gabriel had kept close to Catalyst, in a way mimicking the actions of Michael. He was their bodyguard as far as he was concerned, and he had to keep on his toes and be on the lookout for any signs of danger. Naturally, when one saw some other person threatening them with a staff, it was usually a cause for alarm. This boy wasn't too much of a threat, true, but who knows what could be done with that stick? No, he needed to step in. He needed to man-up. He needed to defend.
The teenager tensed up as well upon being questioned, his hand quickly fishing his switchblade from his pocket. He did not unsheathe it, only holding it in his grip as a form of warning. "W[sup]HO[/sup] areâ€â€" He stopped suddenly, wrinkling up his features as to cringe at his sudden voice crack. Dammit, now was not the time to do that. Not when he was being tough. "Ahem," Gabriel quickly cleared his throat before continuing on, brows flattening against blue hues. "Who are you?" His voice considerably lowered in pitch in attempt to brush off his little "mishap". Of course this was a local, anybody could guess that easily. However, Gabriel still felt the need to challenge the other in some way.
Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - CATALYST - 01-28-2019
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Even as the one on top, as the most powerful person in the Badlands, they had a rocky relationship with the group too. While they'd never been shot there, they had been taken prisoner and forced to do manual labor while wearing a collar and leash. Their treatment might not have been violent, but it had still been its own form of cruel. With that experience, did they lead with mercy? No, of course not. They made it so disobeying them, displeasing them, would be an unpleasant experience at best, painful in some form or another at worst. But they didn't rule simply out of fear; they gave their people a great deal of freedom within some limits, and always came to their aide when it was required. Which it was a lot. It was better to be protected by Cat than find yourself on their bad side, or outside of their protection.
A boy walked up to them, even younger than Gabe. He brandished his staff, seeming rather distrusting. Alright, alright, hardly anything they needed to worry about. Their eyes slid over to Gabriel, one eyebrow twitching upwards when his voice cracked. Well, it certainly played into the way they were hoping the Lodgers would view him. His response, however, did not. "Relax, Gabe. He's got every right to be suspicious, we're on his territory after all." Deferential, almost, to the fourteen-year-old scowling at them. They had no doubt that they could dispatch him easily enough if it came to it, but they were equally confident it wouldn't be necessary. "I'm Catalyst, that's Gabe. We're here to speak to your leader about the relationship between Flintlock and the Badlands."
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
⇥ 01/08/39 ⇥ Punished Sheogorath for his treachery
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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[table]A boy walked up to them, even younger than Gabe. He brandished his staff, seeming rather distrusting. Alright, alright, hardly anything they needed to worry about. Their eyes slid over to Gabriel, one eyebrow twitching upwards when his voice cracked. Well, it certainly played into the way they were hoping the Lodgers would view him. His response, however, did not. "Relax, Gabe. He's got every right to be suspicious, we're on his territory after all." Deferential, almost, to the fourteen-year-old scowling at them. They had no doubt that they could dispatch him easily enough if it came to it, but they were equally confident it wouldn't be necessary. "I'm Catalyst, that's Gabe. We're here to speak to your leader about the relationship between Flintlock and the Badlands."
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
⇥ 01/08/39 ⇥ Punished Sheogorath for his treachery
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
[/spoiler]
Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - HAYLEY - 01-28-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; line-height: 22px;"]hayley knew all about the history between the groups. the arson attempts, the lost lives, the clearly outlined history of aggressor and defender. she was also entirely aware of who she was as a person, and the kind of shit she wouldn't tolerate. she wasn't someone who sat back and took it; rather, she was the kind of woman who, when punched, pulled out a gun. she was entirely aware of the fact that, once upon a time, the lodge had been composed of people who were children and disabled, largely unable to fight back, and yet the badlands hadn't held back, hadn't hesitated. it spoke largely of the sort of people they'd been, back then. but nowadays? they had two children. two. and that was counting brendan, who really wasn't much of a child, and defended the lodge with a ferocity that made even jackson avoid eye contact with the younger boy.
she'd been walking with jackson. the pair moved along slowly, sides pressed together, heads close and eyes on the ground as they spoke in hushed tones about... well, that wasn't the matter at hand. no, their conversation ceased when hayley's eyes flickered up for a moment and landed on the trio standing in a confrontation.
❝-and if we did then she would be able to-❞
❝we'll talk about this later.❞ she interrupted him, and when he glanced at her in confusion, his eyes followed her gaze to brendan and the two foreigners.
❝joiners?❞
she couldn't recognize the boy, but the tallest of the group was a semi-familiar face that she certainly couldn't forget. ❝badlanders, i think.❞
she picked up her pace as she drew closer, visibly tense, and jackson didn't hesitate to follow right alongside her. though, upon his arrival, hayley hadn't exactly been happy to see the father of her child, she found herself rather happy to have him alongside her. sure, brendan was a force to be reckoned with, armed with his staff. and sure, she'd done some gruesome things in her life, and was nothing to laugh at, standing at six feet tall and armed with the shotgun slung over her shoulder. but jackson? jackson looked like the kind of guy you didn't fuck around with. six-foot-three, plenty of muscle, he had the whole mountain-man look going on with him, with the beard and the untrimmed curly hair. he looked like the kind of guy you'd expect to see surviving in a place like flintlock, hunting and building fires and all that shit. looks could deceive, but they had their value, after all.
❝it's certainly been a minute since i've seen you.❞ hayley said as she neared the group, hands tucked in the pockets of her coat. she'd been heavily pregnant the last time she'd been to the badlands, and it was visibly apparent that she no longer was. she wasn't sure if catalyst remembered her name, but she knew the boy likely didn't. ❝i'm hayley, the new leader here.❞ she introduced shortly, and she glanced at jackson to introduce himself.
❝jackson.❞ he said, and then did something that caught her by surprise: ❝hayley's husband.❞ outwardly, she kept her features calm. cool. composed. inside, though, she was screaming. she and jackson weren't married, not in any memory she had, and she was not okay with him pretending they were. but she couldn't say that aloud, not in front of the badlanders, and it occurred to her that he very likely knew that.
instead of reacting to her apparent new marriage, she motioned to the area around them. ❝it's a little windy out here,❞ she said motioning to their right, the direction of neither the lodge nor the base of the mountain, ❝there'd a shed this way, we can get out of the wind to speak.❞ and, without waiting for them to agree or not, she turned and began to head towards it. jackson, on the other hand, hung back to take up the rear, dark gaze shifting over the pair of badlanders without emotion.
Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - CATALYST - 01-29-2019
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Cat couldn't pretend like they were exceptionally well versed in the group's long history. They new bits and pieces, of course, knew the names of some of the previous leaders and more notorious members, and were familiar with a few of the deeds that had been done. But they supposed the memory of the aggressor may be much shorter than that of the victims.
Now two more people approached, both older than them and one slightly taller. Hayley was armed with a shotgun; they'd brought a pistol along just in case someone attacked them (not necessarily a Lodger; if Sheogorath's capture taught them anything, it was that there were ballsy people willing to take on a Badlander for any sort of payoff), though that was for last resort only. They detested guns, and would much rather use just about any other weapon. She'd had the baby since the Christmas party, they noted.
"Catalyst." They repeated, in case the pair hadn't heard their previous introduction. "The Badlands' new leader." Their gaze shifted over to Jackson. He very much looked like the type of person they'd expect to see dwelling here, massive and wild. "Lucky man." They sounded sincere, though their detachment from Hayley and her life rendered it fabricated. They side eyed the man for a second, then added: "Lucky woman, too." They didn't linger on those comments though, moving on almost enthusiastically to the proposition of going to a shed. It wasn't their home base, but it was inside and that was good enough. "That sounds wonderful, I'm freezing my arse off here. Sorry, children, I'm freezing my derriere off. You people must be incredibly hardy to survive this weather." Nothing there needed to be feigned; their eagerness to get out of the cold was quite real.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
⇥ 01/08/39 ⇥ Punished Sheogorath for his treachery
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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[table]Now two more people approached, both older than them and one slightly taller. Hayley was armed with a shotgun; they'd brought a pistol along just in case someone attacked them (not necessarily a Lodger; if Sheogorath's capture taught them anything, it was that there were ballsy people willing to take on a Badlander for any sort of payoff), though that was for last resort only. They detested guns, and would much rather use just about any other weapon. She'd had the baby since the Christmas party, they noted.
"Catalyst." They repeated, in case the pair hadn't heard their previous introduction. "The Badlands' new leader." Their gaze shifted over to Jackson. He very much looked like the type of person they'd expect to see dwelling here, massive and wild. "Lucky man." They sounded sincere, though their detachment from Hayley and her life rendered it fabricated. They side eyed the man for a second, then added: "Lucky woman, too." They didn't linger on those comments though, moving on almost enthusiastically to the proposition of going to a shed. It wasn't their home base, but it was inside and that was good enough. "That sounds wonderful, I'm freezing my arse off here. Sorry, children, I'm freezing my derriere off. You people must be incredibly hardy to survive this weather." Nothing there needed to be feigned; their eagerness to get out of the cold was quite real.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
⇥ 01/08/39 ⇥ Punished Sheogorath for his treachery
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - HAYLEY - 01-29-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; line-height: 22px;"]hayley didn't react to catalyst's comment on jackson being a lucky man, not outwardly. in fact, to an onlooker, it couldn't be deciphered if she'd even heard him at all, or if she in any way cared for the compliment. but on the inside, hayley was still a twenty-something girl who was not, at all, married, and a compliment being posed by even the person who was, to some degree, an enemy made her act a little bit like a thirteen year old girl. politics aside, catalyst wasn't bad looking, even if the words were polite flattery.
jackson, on the other hand, was not nearly as wary and guarded as hayley. at the compliment over him being lucky, he smiles and straightened a little. sure, he and hayley weren't actually married, they weren't even dating, but he could play the fantasy out for this brief encounter, and play it he intended. and then, catalyst went on to tell hayley she was lucky, and truth be told it took him a minute. then another. then, he comprehended it, brows arching, smile not fading. he'd always been very secure in his sexuality as a heterosexual man, but even he couldn't deny that if he did swing that way, catalyst was pretty good looking.
❝yeah,❞ hayley said, glancing over her shoulder at jackson as she walked, then to catalyst, ❝you can have him if you want.❞ jackson barked out a laugh at that, clearly amused, interpreting her wry sarcasm as more of a joke. she'd shift her gaze back forwards as the shed materialized through the snow, growing larger by the moment.
as they inevitably reached the small shed, hardly ten-by-ten, she'd shoulder the door open. within wasn't much; it was still ice cold, without the wind chill and snow. a small round table was off to one side with two standard, uncomfortable chairs at it. in the corner were a few large plastic snow shovels, some ice salt, and against one wall was some firewood. there was a series of shelves on the furthest wall, which had only a bottle of whiskey, half empty, and a few glasses. it wasn't much of anything, which was exactly what she wanted to bring the badlanders into. it wasn't into their home in the lodge, it wasn't the far trek down to the village, and it had absolutely nothing of value to it. it was a storage shed for some extra fire wood, and that was really all.
hayley strode over to one of the chairs and pulled it out, taking a seat and motioning for cat to sit at the other, legs crossing and arms settling on the table in front of her.
❝want a drink?❞ jackson would ask of the badlanders, glancing between the two. he went to work retrieving glasses to pour and, at catalysts decline, set one in front of hayley, offering one out to gabe and holding another himself. he'd take a long sip of it, proceeding to nod to gabe. ❝that's some real whiskey right there. a sip will put some hair on your jaw, a whole glass is gonna make you a man in no time.❞
❝so, you want to talk?❞ hayley said, fingers tracing her cup but not lifting it just yet, not wanting to need to speak but have a mouth full. ❝let's talk.❞
Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - GABRIEL - 01-29-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabriel glared forward at the other boy, still flustered and red-faced from his little mishap, and certianly ready to throw around words in an attempt to distract himself from dwelling on those thoughts. When interrupted by Catalyst, though, of course he immediately stood down. He supposed that they were right about the whole thing, that this fellow had the right to be territorial, but he still felt the need to defend Catalyst ( even if they could very well hold their own ground ). If anything happened to them, then he wasn't going to take the chance of getting in trouble. He wanted to be a strong, capable man who could protect his superior. So, he put the knife away into his pocket, blue eyes still glued onto the stranger as Catalyst revealed them to be Badlanders. He could only wonder how he would react to this; as far as he knew, the Badlands didn't exactly have a great reputation among the nearby groups.
He was ready to step forward again as a form of warning to the Flintlocker when they began to challenge Catalyst. However, the teenager's attention was stolen by that of the appearance of a duo, a man and a woman, the latter of whom was familiar to him. She had seen her at one of the Badlands' parties, and he could recall her being with-child at the time. She had birthed it, obviously, but it was nowhere in sight ( rightfully so, as this freezing cold was no place for an infant ). Blue hues glanced towards her apparent "husband", moments before she offered to move the conversation to shelter. Gabriel looked to Catalyst for instructions ( and could not help but slightly wrinkle his nose at the way he "greeted" Hayley and Jackson ), and exhaled slowly when they agreed to go inside. He wondered what was exactly going to be discussed; he could only wait and see.
Quietly, he proceeded towards the shed along with the others, keeping his mouth shut for the time being as not to push Catalyst's buttons. Hearing Brendan's remark about them, Gabriel could not help but mutter moodily in response, "We won't be." Right? I mean, how could Catalyst possibly stand to stay out here for more than they needed to? It was cold and dreary and windy and unpleasant. Gabriel missed the ocean. Besides, the people here were proving to be quite annoying so far.
He filed into the cramped space and stood to the sides so that the two leaders could take the chairs and negotiate whatever they were going to negotiate. Gabriel was simply an observer in this situation, and would presumably not give any input at all. He shoved his hands into his pockets, though his eyes flickered up towards the figure of Jackson as he served drinks for everyone... including him. Gabriel eyed the glass of liquor like it was some questionable object. "A sip will put some hair on your jaw, a whole glass is gonna make you a man in no time." Was that so? Gabriel supposed that most of the adults had a tendency to drink, even on occasion. Even his father had drank, and he was a man's man. Was this the marking of true manhood?
Gabe certainly didn't want to reject this offer now, not after the Flintlocker had told him... that. For the sake of building his reputation, he would tentatively take the glass and briefly study its contents. It looked like liquidated caramel, though he was certain that it would not taste as sweet. Deciding not to sip it and instead go for a full swig, Gabriel tilted the glass back and took a drink, only to be met by a strong wave of foreign flavor. It absorbed onto his tastebuds and made him wince at its strength and punch, though he managed to swallow. How did people even manage to get hooked on this stuff? Was it really that great? Then again, he supposed that people tended to drink it not for the taste but for the... effects, rather.
Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - CATALYST - 01-30-2019
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Cat regards Brendan impassively, careful not to do anything that might cause the boy even more anxiety or a reason to suspect something was off. "Trust me, I can't wait to go home." Their hands ran up and down their arms, not a gesture meant to play up how cold they were, but rather a genuine attempt to warm up just a little.
Hayley's sarcastic remark made them arch a brow, but they said nothing, following her to the shed. It wasn't really what they were hoping to see, but they were so cold they'd take whatever they could get. Besides, they weren't going to push for the Lodge unless they could come up with a reasonably, valid reason for wanting to go there. "You carry whiskey around everywhere you go?" They asked, being somewhat reminded of the Badlands' own resident alcoholic. They shook their head. "I'm not really much of a drinker." They preferred having their senses sharp, though watching people get plastered was always amusing.
Ah, right. The diplomatic part of all of this. Thanks to their time in Mourningstar they knew how to manipulate and deceive well enough, though in situations like this to do so convincingly requires a great deal of effort. "It's been quite some time since our people have had reason to actively go against each other. I can see yours still harbor bitterness towards us, which is understandable considering what previous members have done. Those people may be gone, but I won't put you in a position of unpopularity by suggesting we form some sort of alliance." They glanced at Brendan as they said this, assuming he wasn't any sort of minority in his opinion of the Badlands, even if Hayley and Jackson were hospitable enough.
"Besides, I don't think my people would find such a thing all that good either. I guess you could say they're nationalistic." Was that a fair assessment of the Badlands? Perhaps not, but it was a fair assessment of the attitude they were encouraging. "Even if an alliance is unreasonable, I still see no reason for aggression on either side." Especially if aggression meant they'd have to brave the cold again. Yuck. "I don't wanna stay long." They said, brows furrowing just a bit at Brendan.
They shook their head as Gabriel practically choked on the whiskey. "I'm teaching you how to properly drink when we get home."
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/29/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/27/39 ⇥ Visited Flintlock Lodge
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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[table]Hayley's sarcastic remark made them arch a brow, but they said nothing, following her to the shed. It wasn't really what they were hoping to see, but they were so cold they'd take whatever they could get. Besides, they weren't going to push for the Lodge unless they could come up with a reasonably, valid reason for wanting to go there. "You carry whiskey around everywhere you go?" They asked, being somewhat reminded of the Badlands' own resident alcoholic. They shook their head. "I'm not really much of a drinker." They preferred having their senses sharp, though watching people get plastered was always amusing.
Ah, right. The diplomatic part of all of this. Thanks to their time in Mourningstar they knew how to manipulate and deceive well enough, though in situations like this to do so convincingly requires a great deal of effort. "It's been quite some time since our people have had reason to actively go against each other. I can see yours still harbor bitterness towards us, which is understandable considering what previous members have done. Those people may be gone, but I won't put you in a position of unpopularity by suggesting we form some sort of alliance." They glanced at Brendan as they said this, assuming he wasn't any sort of minority in his opinion of the Badlands, even if Hayley and Jackson were hospitable enough.
"Besides, I don't think my people would find such a thing all that good either. I guess you could say they're nationalistic." Was that a fair assessment of the Badlands? Perhaps not, but it was a fair assessment of the attitude they were encouraging. "Even if an alliance is unreasonable, I still see no reason for aggression on either side." Especially if aggression meant they'd have to brave the cold again. Yuck. "I don't wanna stay long." They said, brows furrowing just a bit at Brendan.
They shook their head as Gabriel practically choked on the whiskey. "I'm teaching you how to properly drink when we get home."
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/29/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/27/39 ⇥ Visited Flintlock Lodge
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - HAYLEY - 01-30-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; line-height: 22px;"]❝whisky warms you up.❞ jackson spoke in defense of the amber liquid as he eyed cat, taking a sip, though he paused. ❝well, makes you feel warm. being warm ain't always an option, but it's nice to feel as much.❞ his words could ring true for most flintlockers who were of reasonable drinking age. while it was always preferable to be warm, but sometimes the fantasy was just as nice. his eyes shifted over gabe as he struggled with the drink, chuckling just a bit. ❝you'll get used to it. don't drink for the flavor, when you like it you've got a problem. you drink for that warm feeling.❞
hayley remained in her seat, seemingly ignoring her husband's words, instead keeping her eyes focused on cat as they spoke. what they said seemed simple enough; the populace of neither group would agree to an alliance, so they'd be best with neutrality. while she couldn't argue the logic, as dark eyes danced over the badland boss, she knew this type well enough. she doubted the duo marched all the way up the icy mountain to continue exactly what was in place at the moment. in fact, she decided that they'd have to be idiots to do this, and though she knew little about cat, their features, their eyes, their entire demeanor gave off an air that was... not stupid.
she didn't speak for a long moment. the silence weighed on the air as she inspected catalyst's features, not thinking so much as taking her time. talks like these, she was learning, was like a sort of seduction. you had to play your cards at the right time, gauging responses, and yes, perhaps lying just a bit.
❝i don't know how you run your group, catalyst,❞ she said finally, speaking calmly as she settled back in her chair, arms crossing, ❝but if i tell my people something, they listen.❞ she knew what she was doing, poking a bear. she didn't know this this person, their temperaments, but she wouldn't let anyone, anyone try to strong arm her. and, more so, she wasn't about to let anyone try to pull one over on her. she also knew the statement was true, within reason. thus far, not a single one of her rules had been broken, and not a single punishment had needed to be dealt out. the rules set forth were vague and sparse, but it wasn't much of an accident. she could rule with an iron fist, but it wouldn't bring satisfaction, she'd read enough fantasy and science fiction to know as much.
she lifted the glass to her lips and took a small sip, though she took it deliberately slowly. ❝however, i have no issues with a neutrality, if that's what your offering.❞ she says this and turns her head to face jackson, offering him a sort of half smile. ❝jack, lock the door will you? i don't want anyone interrupting our conversation.❞ she instructed him, and his eyes met hers, and the communication was silent but immediate. it was hardly two long strides for the man to reach the wooden door, sliding the latch down and turning back to face the group, still standing in front of it, arms crossed in front of broad shoulders, watching the scene with cool features.
the look in hayley's eyes as they returned to cat was steady. calm, cool, composed. it was clear as day on her features what she was thinking; they'd come onto her territory, followed her, outnumbered, into a shed, and she held the cards. did she genuinely intend to harm them, or hold them hostage? not in that moment. it was a display of power, not an execution. all she wanted was answers.
❝what i don't understand, catalyst, is why you're here.❞ she finally said, leaning forward in a confrontation, black eyes peering into them with a dangerous depth, one none of the lodgers had seen thus far, one she didn't bring out all too often. but this was her home, her people, her child on the line, and there were no lines she wouldn't cross for the three. her loyalty was to the mass of the group, not the power she held within it. ❝we've held a neutrality for some time now. i visited the badlands, heavily pregnant with my daughter, under the guise of a neutrality. the fact that you're coming here makes me think- no, tells me that something else it amiss. i call bullshit on a standard diplomacy visit.❞
she'd just done something dangerous, and a part of her knew that. politics was a game of fake smiles and lies, and though she'd become a part of the game, she didn't intend to partake in the bullshit.
Re: HYPNOTIC [open, Badlanders] - CATALYST - 01-30-2019
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"I prefer a clear head." Cat responded easily. "Especially when members of present company are so... inhospitable." They tilted their head in Brendan's direction. Hayley and Jackson might have been polite so far, but they weren't stupid enough to think that it was unlimited or likely to last for very long.
Their eyes narrowed a fraction when Hayley responded, one twitching slightly in annoyance. It was true that their people didn't always listen to their word, though after people began seeing the consequences for disobeying them, the number of rulebreaks had gone down. "Gabe, what do you think I'd do if one of our people came here to cause trouble after I told them not to?" They asked, their eyes not leaving Hayley for a second. Their punishments varied from case to case, but they liked to think they made it proportional to the crime.
Their gaze didn't move, expression didn't flicker, as Jackson went and locked the door. Showing any sign of weakness now would not play out well, not for them anyway. They imagined if Gabe seemed cowed by it, it would be a different story. "We've had a truce for some time, yes; I don't know about you, but that truce was arranged before my time in the Badlands. I know nothing of it or what the terms were. If you'd like to lay it out for me and we can renew it, we can discuss that. Assuming we wouldn't want to operate under an old agreement neither of us had any part in, I wanted to discuss new terms, seeing as we're both new leaders."
They shifted, eyes still locked on Hayley. "Now if you doubt that, if you think this is a distraction while the rest of my people invade yours, by all means, detain us while you search the mountainside. We'll cooperate, though I'd request you move us to somewhere with a fire." They weren't going to find anything, nothing that Cat was aware of, anyway. Their motives might not be what they claimed they were, but this wasn't the guise of some sort of raid or other attack. It was reconnaissance for something they had no desire for, but wanted to be ready for nonetheless.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/29/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/27/39 ⇥ Visited Flintlock Lodge
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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[table]Their eyes narrowed a fraction when Hayley responded, one twitching slightly in annoyance. It was true that their people didn't always listen to their word, though after people began seeing the consequences for disobeying them, the number of rulebreaks had gone down. "Gabe, what do you think I'd do if one of our people came here to cause trouble after I told them not to?" They asked, their eyes not leaving Hayley for a second. Their punishments varied from case to case, but they liked to think they made it proportional to the crime.
Their gaze didn't move, expression didn't flicker, as Jackson went and locked the door. Showing any sign of weakness now would not play out well, not for them anyway. They imagined if Gabe seemed cowed by it, it would be a different story. "We've had a truce for some time, yes; I don't know about you, but that truce was arranged before my time in the Badlands. I know nothing of it or what the terms were. If you'd like to lay it out for me and we can renew it, we can discuss that. Assuming we wouldn't want to operate under an old agreement neither of us had any part in, I wanted to discuss new terms, seeing as we're both new leaders."
They shifted, eyes still locked on Hayley. "Now if you doubt that, if you think this is a distraction while the rest of my people invade yours, by all means, detain us while you search the mountainside. We'll cooperate, though I'd request you move us to somewhere with a fire." They weren't going to find anything, nothing that Cat was aware of, anyway. Their motives might not be what they claimed they were, but this wasn't the guise of some sort of raid or other attack. It was reconnaissance for something they had no desire for, but wanted to be ready for nonetheless.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/29/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/27/39 ⇥ Visited Flintlock Lodge
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
⇥ 01/13/39 ⇥ Punished Michael for breaking the rules
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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