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[TYDEUS]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Being here has only served to remind him of why he left. It was never just to chase after Bones, however easy it would be for all involved to believe that. The ocean makes his fingers itch. They tap at his thigh the way Bones's tap his gauntlet; he always has this urge to make things worse. To make people bleed. He's done what he could to stay away from people these last few weeks, even when running whatever errands Bones told him to. Lounge on a rooftop and slip out of sight when anyone turned to look at him. It's not his home, these people aren't his friends, and he has no need to pretend otherwise. But he's never been good with isolation, either. From childhood to his days in a tighter collar, being alone has always meant something bad.

So Tyd ends up in this city like a stray cat searching for food; he looks calm as anything, but there's something too attentive about the way his eyes flicker around. He sinks to the ground slowly, worn wood at his back and concrete underneath him, and he tangles his fingers in wires. Thin and sharp, leaving lines on his fingers and stinging his skin, but it's work that needs to be done. He'd gotten Bones to play nicely for the time being — it was supposed to be a good thing. The problem is that that violence sank underneath his skin and poisoned him. He gets antsy when there's nothing to use this on. With everything that's been going on here, though... maybe he'd have a reason soon.

Couldn't promise that'd go the right way in any case. For now, he keeps his fingers on the wire instead of its handles.

[CATALYST]

For a minute, they had wondered if the bone-white thorn and its pale strawberry "friend" had finally left their side. Then Bones had showed up in the rain, and they knew that Tydeus was still around too. Somewhere. Unless Bones had gotten bored, which they couldn't help but hope wasn't the case. They might not be all that fond of him, but they didn't want him dead. Not yet, anyway.

And sure enough, the painted man with the gauntlet hadn't gotten bored of his collared toy. Because there Tydeus was, fingers tangled in a mess of wires. Cat had been walking by, but paused when they saw him. "What the fug are you doing?" First Lucerne, thinking he was going to become an electrician and save the world, now Tyd was messing with some wires?

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/05/19]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
⇥ Boss (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
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand

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. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. 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
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ 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 ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ 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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[TYDEUS]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]It would take too much time for Tydeus to explain the improbability of Bones growing bored of him, and he's certain that Cat wouldn't be interested in hearing it anyway. It's easy to see the worst in the man when he doesn't care to change the picture — it's the sort of honesty that Tyd has grown to love, however strange the word feels on his tongue; however hesitant he is to let it stay there. Or leave there. Now is hardly the time for that anyway, his back to a wall and his fingers wrapped around something sharp. (Though it's only in moments like this when it comes so close to slipping off of his lips anyway.) He finds himself staring up at Cat and pondering how different things could have been, watching icy eyes and then smiling. It's not genuine, too careful and too sharp.

Like the shining snap of the wire as he straightens it out with his hands on the bars, slim fingers baring their scarred knuckles and creases. He'd grown used to holding on so tightly that he bled, because it meant that someone else was suffocating from his grip — his temporary pain managed greater things. He has to believe that, right? That it would lead to something good. Tyd stands gracefully even with his hands occupied, with a catlike stretch onto his toes and then back down. The garrote stays in his hands, a deadly sort of threat, though playful still: if Cat thought this was the work of an electrician, they were sorely mistaken. "Waiting for someone to talk to, really. Is that a problem?" Not that he'd care if it was. He was still here, after all.

[BONESAW]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]Bones was bored out of his fucking skull, but putting a bullet in Tyd's wouldn't fix it. Death wasn't entertaining- the process was, and Tyd wasn't someone Bones wanted to see jerking through his death throes on the concrete. Bones had a whole list of people who came first, who'd make it so much more satisfying because they would be pathetic. Tyd had been too close to death for too long to think it wasn't inevitable. People might like to say they knew everyone died, but never handled it well when it was their turn. Not that Bones was complaining, really; that was what made their choking all the more amusing, because they tried to live in the moments when it counted the least. Could've done something before they started spilling out over the floor or blinking through black spots.

But they didn't, and Bones got a kick out of it, to say the least. They lost because they weren't prepared to; Bones won because he was. And he was so goddamn bored here because he didn't see any of that. He saw pointless stubbornness at holding onto shit, and living that shit. Didn't see the life in white-knuckling it. Fear, yeah. Plenty.

"Fuck. You can say it. No one gives a shit. Lot more pleasant to the ear." Normally, wouldn't give a shit about that, either, but there were a few things he had damns for- usually the ones people died for. Namely saying a few things entirely similar in sound save for a vowel. Fuck was clearer. Less room for hearing it wrong. "Fuck. Fucking. Fucker. Fucks."

He leaned up against the wall, the pair of them in his line of sight with some room left over. Didn't really have to worry so much; everybody'd shown their teeth a while ago and lost them since- what little they'd had. Tyd wasn't the docile pet some of them thought he was, either; didn't have to wait for a look from Bones to twist their lights out with a wire that'd leave their corpse with a grin better than anything else they'd worn.

[CATALYST]

They didn't get the relationship that Tydeus and Bonesaw had. They were pretty sure that was one of those relationships that no one would ever be able to understand, but looking from the outside looking in, it didn't seem pretty. Maybe they were wrong (they weirdly hoped they were), maybe it was wrong to judge it, but if they were right? Well shit.

Not that they saw fit to intervene. Tyd wasn't their friend, wasn't someone they had some sort of duty to look after. Besides, whatever line they were walking on with the duo, the one where they occasionally verbally sniped at each other but did nothing else... it was a dangerous line, but crossing it would be more dangerous. Was crossing it worth it? No, not right now.

"No." They said, crossing their arms. "But I guess you're done waiting. Lucky you." And there he was, the man with the gauntlet himself. "No one cares. Except you, apparently." They had their own brand, their own way of doing things. People could dislike or judge it, even speak out against it, but were they going to change? No.

//this is what the kids call A Mess

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/05/19]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
⇥ Boss (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
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand

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. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. 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
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ 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 ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ 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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