04-07-2019, 11:21 PM
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â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€[abbr=Lost Innocence]⊡[/abbr]â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€[abbr=Learned Brutality]⊡[/abbr]â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€[abbr=Forced Distance]⊡[/abbr]â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€[abbr=Innate Ruthlessness]⊡[/abbr]â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€
â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€[abbr=Newfound Connection]⊡[/abbr]â€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€
//tw for blood, violence, injuries, death, etc
Ah, there was indeed a question for them. One that was actually a solid thing to ask, from someone they had begun to think quietly exited the Badlands. Well, great. They leaned forward a bit, elbows resting on their knees, face scrunching up from pain. "We went into their camp a killed a number of them, yet still made it out alive. If they're stupid enough to think they can take on the entirety of the Badlands, we'll show them just how wrong they are." With a red-stained finger, they traced a circle on the table beneath them. "We'll write the lesson in blood. Theirs, this time." They flicked their finger, sending a red droplet flying.
And then... Mike. Ugh, they should have known he'd get pissy about the whole thing, seeing as Creed's life had been in jeopardy. If only he could wait before having his temper tantrum. "No more than you." They sighed. Really? They were gonna have to deal with this now. "She actually dragged me along on it, and if we're defining what the mission was, it was a rescue mission, not a suicide mission. If we were looking to die we wouldn't be here right now." Giving up and letting the Insurrectionists or whatever the fuck they called themselves kill them would have been much easier. But that wasn't what was supposed to happen, so here they were.
Cat wasn't going to give him a chance to respond, though, because they didn't want this getting out of hand. They just wanted to do the meeting and go home, so getting derailed in an argument with Mike was definitely not on the agenda. "And before you go off some more, think. Is now the time and place? Do I look like I need another reason to put a bullet through your skull?" Mike looked down at the ground and mumbled "no". "That's what I fugging thought. Now," their icy gaze swept around the room, "can I get on with the meeting?"
No one said anything, but the look on Molly's face was withering. The threats of violence and bloodshed, no doubt. "I'm sorry, Ma, but this is who I am and what I do. You don't like it, door's over there." They pointed, and for a moment they could see her debating it in her head. Then, much to their surprise, she left. Great. Fucking great. They rubbed their face. God, they just wanted to lay down. Why was everyone picking now to go against them? What about them being a complete wreck made people think it was a good idea to challenge them?
They groaned and faced their audience. It really was quite the turnout. Oh joy. "Joiners. We had a few, and I hope you'll forgive me if I just list them instead of giving little customary shout outs." Not that it really mattered whether or not people would forgive them. "We've got Remus, Rae, Ellis and Will. Welcome to the Badlands, I'm not normally this big of a dick." Cat normally was the proud owner of a very long rope, but after getting the shit kicked out of them and having their patience tested by Mord, Creed, Mike and Molly, well... They were running out of rope to hold onto.
"Alright, where the fug is Mord?" They scanned the room, finally spotting him. "I took a potshot at you. I know, I know. I'm the one that said that shit's not allowed. So if you want, you can even up the score." They already had a black eye to match his, but they were hypocritical enough as it was in how they did certain things. Mord shrugged and shook his head. "It's fine." Well, they felt some amount of relief, seeing how badly they were already hurt. They tried to hide it, though. "It better not be because I already got my arse handed to me." They didn't want anyone's pity.
Oh, right. "Speaking of which, I want someone to host a combat training. I'd do it, but my doctors will probably counsel bedrest. Hah." Nothing sounded better to them than that right now, but they knew themself well enough to know they wouldn't be staying there for very long. They had to prove to themself that they weren't beat by this. "So if anyone wants points with me, that'd be a good way to get them."
"In surprisingly non-violent news, Lucerne gets two things." They reached into the box and took out a red bandanna and a white armband. "Ta da. You're a full member of the Badlands now and the medic title." He'd at long last demonstrated his skills and, if they were to guess, they couldn't imagine he had any plans of leaving without Addy. And Addy? They already knew what his deal was. "Congratulations." Ah, shit, their hands were still bloody. It wouldn't show up on the red bandanna, but it was a bit harder to miss on the white armband. "You can grab a clean one if you like."
Ah, right, all the newcomers. They reached into the box and took out several of the Badlands' signature necklaces, then looked around. They really didn't want to sit around here for another few minutes passing them out. "Addy. Make sure the newbies get these. I'm gonna go lie down." They got down from the billiard table and passed a few to the redhead, then grabbed the box and headed towards the door. "Meeting dismissed, obviously."
OOC Summary and Announcements:
 Yeah so as y'all can tell, Cat and Creed went on a mission and barely made it back. This is only the beginning, and there will be more done with this later on so stay tuned.
 I apologize for Cat's moodiness to the joiners, but I'd like to offer a warm welcome (back to most) to Remus/Sheo, Rae/Chara, Ellis/Truce and Will/Aj.
 Cat admitted to breaking their own rule with violence and asked Mord if he'd like to return the blow they gave him, but he declined.
 Cat wants there to be a combat training done in preparation for a possible attack from the Insurrection. Anyone that wants points with them should volunteer to host it.
 Lucerne is now fully initiated and given the Medic title!
 Cat would like Addy to pass out the necklaces to the newbies so they can go lay down.
 I threw up my draft for the choice awards so if you're interested in suggesting something for it, do so sooner than later!
 I also put up my wip ideas for the incentives thing here and I could really use some feedback on it.
 Reminder to everyone in the discord to try and reply evenly to plotting requests in the plotting channel. I've noticed there be certain times where if someone asks they get ignored, but if someone else asks they get a barrage of requests. I know that muse and timezones sometimes get in the way, but I hate seeing people get ignored so do your best to be more inclusive there (and everywhere).
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/06/19]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
⇥ 04/06/39 ⇥ Returned to the Badlands badly injured
⇥ 04/03/39 ⇥ Temporarily left with Creed to try to find her brother
⇥ 03/24/39 ⇥ Met their cousin Dallas and her half brother Michael
⇥ 03/21/39 ⇥ Named the baby Mo
⇥ 03/16/39 ⇥ Adopted a baby girl
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
⇥ 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 ⇥ 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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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center]SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————