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fuck u.bisoft for a bunch of reasons but right now especially for w.atch dogs legion having no new game+ to repeat the game/missions with your og team, the character randomizer for not spitting orion out again let alone no option to select/customize your own appearances beyond the bare basics, and the fact that you can't have multiple campaigns at once AND they got rid of the black out facial tattoos!! whY

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i'm sorry i couldn't be there to help you fight them off. / but from allie who sees him suffering at all and is apologizing

orion chuckled, a breathless sound that hurt him like a knife between his ribs. but it was a good hurt. he lay his hand over allies, heavy and gentle despite the incredible violence that had been both endured and executed.

❝ you don't ever have to be sorry, darlin'. ❞ orion said, his voice was rougher than usual, throat dry and lips chapped but he was alive. gloriously alive. ❝ just being yourself, and being here is helping me. ❞

bagley blew a raspberry through his earpiece but it was easy to ignore when allie was looking at him with her big doe eyes. he gave her hand a squeeze, thumbing the back of her fingers affectionately.

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orion's toothy smile beamed at the man when he accepted the handshake, pleased that his appearance in the room was accepted so easily. most probably would've pulled a weapon, or started yelling, this was much more civil. ❝ i would've waited outside but i kind of stick out, ❞ he said once he released the others hand and nodded eagerly when finley asked if he could take a seat.

orion laughed as he glanced at his spiderbot, one of suspension gears had been damaged during his last mission and he'd gotten used to on - the - go repairs. ❝ i wish, i don't have the flexibility for that kind of job. nah, buggered one of the legs, suspension needs replacing but the circutry a hot mess—it's a whole thing and not why i'm here anyway. ❞ orion rambled quickly before he could get distracted.

❝ righ' so, what d'you know about possession? ❞ he hesitated on the word, as if it were foreign and he wasn't certain about the pronunciation.

fin hadn't said it in a do you know who you're talking to, buddy? kind of way, but instead in a honestly, please say you don't know me, it'd be better for both of us kind of way. he could only be so hopeful. finley would never go as far as to say he's any sort of famous, but he's recognized more than he thought he'd be. the guy with the camera, messing around in places he definitely shouldn't be in. running into other hunters were his main problem - they didn't like the way he handled his business, plastering real monsters online and sharing their world, despite no one really believing any of it is real - but this guy seemed genuine in his interest for finley. he shakes the other man's hand firmly, lips pressed together as he nods his greeting.

'i wanna say i'm surprised t'find some weirdo just chilling in my hotel room, but believe it or not - this isn't the first time it's happened,' far from it. and if this stranger was dangerous, well - fin had guns hidden all over the place, a knife in his waistband. but he didn't want to use them, and he hoped he wasn't given a reason to. hand points toward the chair across from the other. 'mind if i sit?' jest is given dryly, fin taking a seat shortly after asking, crossing his arms over his chest as he glances down at what orion was repairing. 'don't tell me - you're th'next spiderman,' amused eyes glance up at the other. fin is still very much on alert, but he can't help making jokes. 'was there no where else you could've fixed that thing, or is this a special visit?'

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he sighed, the sound audible even through the modulator as she peered up at him. orion always felt a little off when tasked with working on civi's, regardless of whether they were doormen or ceo's, something about it made him feel slimy. it was one thing to take on albion, to go up against skye larsen and mary kelly, they were at least heavy hitters. people who utilized violence and brutality to achieve their ends. people like brianne however, were just cogs in the metaphorical machine.

❝ this might come as a shock, but this ain't got anything to do with money, ❞ he said, gesturing for her to stand, ❝ cooperate and this'll all be a bad dream by sun up. after you miss landry. ❞

LOCAL WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN HOME — headline hits the front page of the Hampstead Ham&High news only to filter to mainstream sources when her identity is unveiled. So much for a state-of-the-art security system.

The corp director feels sunk in her desk chair, her heart like a stone in her stomach, but at the same time weightless as if she’s about to faint. The gas mask, the voice modulator, an end by sinister means — but not this visit, he tells her. The trepidation of what else he has in store yet holds her in a chokehold; her body trembles and her limbs refuse to move.

“Then,” her soft voice travels on a shaky exhale; her spine straightens, and wide eyes peer upward, pleading with her words. “Whoever is paying you to kidnap me, I will pay you more not to.” Resources keep the upper echelons of society in power; resources she has and knows well enough to wield.

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orion be still for half a second challenge

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RECOVERING AFTER THE BIG BATTLE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for conversations after you just went through absolute hell to protect something, get somewhere, or fight your way through hordes of bad guys, adjust as necessary

how are you holding up after that?

they knew we were coming.

i didn't think we were going to survive that.

can you stand? do you need me to help?

take some deep breaths. it's over.

i need a headcount!

there was nothing we could do to stop them.

i've never seen weapons like that before.

don't you dare close your eyes. stay awake for me.

let me go grab you something to drink.

i'm sorry. they didn't make it.

get me a medic.

we won't survive another battle like that.

we should have been more prepared.

the odds were stacked against us.

sound off! who's not dead?

if you're bleeding, tell me now.

don't bullshit me. you're limping. when did you start limping?

just a few more steps and we can rest.

they knew we were coming.

i'm going back for them. you stay here.

there's nothing else we can do to help them.

our world is lost.

i saw you out there, fighting for your life.

i'm sorry i couldn't be there to help you fight them off.

given what i just saw out there, i think your training is complete.

you saved my life.

they were never going to get past you.

we all need time to rest after that.

maybe we should set up camp, take turns keeping watch.

we did it! it's over!

next time, we won't be so lucky.

have you seen [name]? did they make it out?

they were stronger than we expected.

we have to prepare for the second wave.

there's no time to run.

get me the healer.

just lay back down, and i'll take care of you.

you're not going to die, not under my watch.

you showed up the second i needed you, like you heard me.

i don't think i can face a battle like that again.

we got lucky, but the next time they attack, they'll be ready for us.

we cut down their numbers, but they're still strong.

there must be something we can do.

i thought you said you weren't injured!

think you're going to have to go on without me.

i wasn't prepared for any of that.

i need more training.

we can't face that kind of firepower alone.

how long until they send reinforcements?

they've got us trapped here. it's only a matter of time until they come back to finish the job.

there has to be some other way to defeat them.

we underestimated their power.

thanks for coming back for me.

we need to come up with a better strategy.

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) 

"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."

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"Distant cyberpunk settings where the ultrawealthy escape the dying Earth to opulent space stations" consider: space stations fucking suck! what self-respecting, amoral stellar-shipping CEO wants to spend the rest of his life sucking down preserved food in zero-g conditions? no, five hundred years from now, Earth will be a tightly-guarded eden, and the suffering of the working poor will be outsourced to the stars. vast graveyard stations, where your great-grandfather was shipped to, where your family has toiled for generations. you were born in these claustrophobic titanium ratways, you live to work here, and you will die here, having never seen the trees spread across your homeworld once again.

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❝ well . . . this is fucking awkward, isn't it? ❞ orion started as way for greeting. reaching for the same item on a shelf? check. hands bumping together accidentally? check. pulling away together? unchecked. it wasn't everyday that he found himself in the middle of what could pass for a meet-cute in real life but the moment was a lot more unnerving than the movies made it out to be. ❝ should we hold hands? i feel like we should hold hands. ❞

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am i the coolest loser you know

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❝ alrigh' but hear me out, ❞ orion began, hand raised as if warding off any interuptions while he split his attention between his companion and the news feed across from them detailing a high speed chase between an unidentified masked individual and albion security. ❝ rock lee dropping his weights, and goku going super saiyan against freezer. same vibe. ❞

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orion who is filled with hope, that loves humanity ( in theory ) and believes in people's ability for empathy and love and to stand up for what is right vs orion who has seen some of the worst shit humans are capable of doing to each other ( and who has also done some attrociously violent shit to people himself )

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orion's goal is to turn everyone into a chaotic good rebel

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sory i bought polymer clay earings from uour wifes etsy store and cast one of her thumprints and used it to access your family safe and i stole your comically large bagof money with dolar signs painted on it

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Hackers (1995)