#MAGICANDSCIENCEMUSES. ( rick flag. )

[brac-archived]

@magicandsciencemuses​ liked for a harley quinn smol starter !

“Oh, it’s the little toy soldier.” She hummed, swaying in the eves of her cell. Her laughter was a bubble in her throat, inspired by her own madness and glee at finally having someone to entertain herself. “How’s the missus? Any kids? How’s the boss who would have left you six feet under if it weren’t fer me?” She swayed in the cage, but anyone who knew her might have seen her prickle-- he was a sore subject, they both were.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

        @magicandsciencemuses -  rick flag gets a post midway starter from waller.

               It was exhausting, the amount of effort that it had taken to deal with the blowback and inevitable fallout of the Midway City fiasco.   In the weeks that had passed since Incubus had been obliterated and Enchantress destroyed, she had been pulling more tricks out of her ass and done more fast talking and cashing in favors than she’d done in years -- and she was beyond sick and tired of rehashing the same story.  Fortunately -- for her -- most of the witnesses that had actually seen Enchantress’ level of involvement in the massacre had been wiped out, or were the mindless creatures that had been created and had since been destroyed or confined, or -- were will under her thumb at Belle Reve and were in no position to tell their version of truth.  Incubus had made more than his fair share of trouble and attracted enough attention in social media and news that she had been able to pin the trouble on him.... leaving Dr. Moone’s and Enchantress’ involvement out of any official reports and she’d managed to squirm out of any questions that might’ve tied Incubus’ presence to her specifically. 

      Barely.  Now all that remained was convincing the oversight committee that had approved  the team in the first place that they were worth keeping on reserve, giving the... collateral damage that had accompanied their efforts.   “Let me remind you, again, that if it was not for the concerted efforts of the Task Force X, there’s a good goddamn chance none of us would be sitting here in this room today,” Waller spoke, her jaw squared off, her gaze bordering on simmering as she stared down the few voices that continued to present arguments against the continued sanction.   “Their unorthodox tactics are exactly what was necessary to eliminate the threat to Midway City, and if it was not for my foresight in putting this team together in the first place?  You’d be looking at a death toll in the billions.”

[prophecyread]

    @magicandsciencemuses - rick sent in a MEME for a.n.n.a. // always accepting.

“Go tell your boss you’ve decided it’s too socially awkward for me to save his life. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

           It was difficult to restrain the hint of distress, the low undertone of alarm that cut through her at his words, at his short, clipped tone, and more than anything, at the thought of returning to Errinwright and informing him that the Colonel was being less than understanding when it came to keeping the details of his purpose here confidential.   “It is -- far more than simply socially awkward for you to interrogate the personal guests of the Undersecretary of the United Nations when you have nothing more than a suspicion that one of them may have had something to do with a possible assassination attempt.  He would be most -- dissatisfied at even the smallest perceived slight on his capability to keep his own security team informed.  Intelligence is his livelihood.”  And she knew, undoubtedly, that she would bear the brunt of his wrath, though that -- should not have been part of her calculations.  “Is there not something I may do to be of assistance?  I have access to all security protocols, and can, if ordered, access all communication devices on the premise, personal or U.N. issued.”

[moved-to--mysticandskepticmuses]

   @magicandsciencemuses - rick flag.

              So maybe it wasn’t the wisest move in the world.  Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea she’d ever had.  But when had she ever let that stop her?  Sidling up close, she let fingertips dance up along the line of his stomach, her brilliant blue eyes trailing over the edge of scruff along his neck, the disgruntled set of chin and jaw.  “Rough night, soldier?”  A tilt of her head back, the faintest flare of nostrils at the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath.   “Wanna talk about it?”  Her mouth teased into a smile, a glitter of ivory between darkly painted lips.  “Wanna not talk about it?”

[silencedsonatas]

@magicandsciencemuses - rick flag, suicide squad verse. didn’t like for a starter but gets one anyway.  

         A frustrated growl bubbled through her as she jerked herself free of the hands that had pulled her back from the training mats -- sparring match her lily white ass.  Her fingers pressed in against her jaw, against the base of her teeth that had been either cracked, or knocked loose entirely, she was not certain and it took a concerted effort to swallow down the yelp of pain as her fingers made contact, and she jerked her hand back, giving it a look of betrayal and anger.  "I th–“  She had to pause long enough to swallow the thick mess of blood and saliva that had gathered in her mouth before she could speak again, a hostile look thrown to her had-been opponent, and then back to the man who had extricated her from the match -- her violent protests and snarling curses not having seemed to slow him down for a hot second.  "He broke my fucking face,” she seethed.

[shesdaylight-arch]

❛   i  only  have  two  real  friends .  ❜ {from Rick Flag} / @magicandsciencemuses  | accepting // sour by olivia rodrigo.

Green eyes blinked,  brow furrowing as she considered his words.   She didn’t exactly like the sound of that,  though she didn’t have a novel’s length amount of friends,  either.   “Having two real friends isn’t exactly a bad thing,”  she tried, brow still furrowed but eyes now looking in his direction.   Pink lips,  usually curled into a grin are curled the opposite way   -   into a frown.   “And...  even if that were true,  you’re wrong.   You don’t have just two real friends.   You’ve....”  And just like that,  her expression lit up - lips now curled into a smile, eyes wide and bright.   “You’ve got me, too!   So now that makes three.   Which, if you ask me, is definitely better than two.  And two isn’t that bad, so in a way, you’re already winning.”

[rubiesintherough]

(( @magicandsciencemuses​ sent --- ❛ News flash. You’re not cute when I’m angry. ❜ {from Rick Flag, for Amara} ))

         “ And I’m not trying to be. By the gods, do you always act like a tantruming child when you’re upset? Why don’t you attempt to take that anger and channel it toward something more productive than acting like an absolute, ridiculous bastard?  Such as helping find some way out of this, rather than getting in witty little, unhelpful jabs at my expense? “ 

[mysticandskepticmuses]

ALTERED CARBON VERSE SUMMARIES.

Adolphus Murtry. - Corporate mercenary / captain.

Alex Kamal. - Space pilot & navigator. 

Amanda Waller. - Director, Protectorate spec ops division.  (runs a protectorate kill squad made up of elite soldiers & criminals tasked to the purpose of doing the dirty deeds that need done behind the scenes.)

Amos Burton. - varies / verse; mercenary or mechanic.

A.N.N.A. (private muse.). - Artificial Intelligence, 

Bucky Barnes. - Winter Soldier, ex spec ops, private stack, brainwashed. (an elite protectorate operative who remembers very little, if anything, of his life before the military; his stack is kept on ice and dumped into whatever sleeve is available or needed for a wet work job before he is once again returned to the ice.  (multiple plot options available re: true identity and restoring his memory, etc.))

Cal Lightman. - Deception expert, known to work w/ Bay City PD & others.

Carl Hickman. - BCPD. (a beleaguered grounder cop, has worked a number of departments over the decades, has settled into organic damage.  possibility of captaincy in his future if he wasn’t just quite so outspoken against the corruption and injustice that plagues the bay city police department & oversights.)

Chrisjen Avasarala. - Methuselah, UN ambassador / secretary general.

Clarice Starling. - Protectorate special investigator.

Clementine Pennyfeather. - sex worker / Earth, Bay City. ( a sex worker by trade who sends the majority of her funds off world to support her parents and her young siblings.  clementine worked various brothels on the ground but has recently been hired to work at the head in the clouds; her stack was backed up without her knowledge by rei and her back up / stored memories have been used to revive her several times in a cloned sleeve with no knowledge of any previous deaths - she is the favorite of a particular few clients who are willing to pay the cloning costs for the repeat performance.)

Dig 301 (Annabelle Lee). - Archaeologue / co-proprietor of The Nevermore.

Emily Lightman. - student, daughter of Cal Lightman.

Enchantress. - Elder.  SEE VERSE.

Frank Castle. - ex Protectorate / Wedge. Retired.  Vigilante.

Galen Erso. Protectorate scientist.

Hanna Heller. - (the product of a secret protectorate project to craft supersoldiers from birth; when the project was blacklisted, the majority of the subjects were destroyed to prevent leakage of classified information; hanna was rescued by her ‘father’ erik heller.  her life has consisted of learning to live off the grid while learning tactics, combat training and more to enable her to not only survive, but take down the elements in the protectorate and un that could prove a hazard to her continued existence.)

Hannibal Lecter. - Meth. Serial killer, cannibal, etc.  (an intelligent social deviant with sadistic tendencies, whose intelligence and savvy, and now, his wealth and influence amassed over the last several hundred years enables him to toy with and take the lives of those around him that cause him displeasure, or are simply offensive to his sensibilities, with little to no fear of being incriminated in any of his many illegal activities.  by day, a very well renowned psychiatrist and chef, social artiste and culinary master; by night, a man lacking any true moral boundaries, master manipulator, murderer and cannibal.) 

Inara Serra. - Companion to the Meths.

John Robinson. - Retired Protectorate general, explorer.

Jessica Jones. - private investigator.

June Moone. - Meth, Elder archeologist; SEE VERSE. (june is the daughter of a 250+ old meth, daniel moone, and his wife, maria devlin-moone who is a meth and also uses her contacts to enable black market drugs, flesh trade, arms & artifact smuggling on and off world.  june is (usually) oblivious to her mother’s dealings, though there is a great deal of not so subtle animosity between mother and daughter with a clear preference in her mother’s eyes for june’s older brother, jacob.  june is a renowned Master Archaeologist and has run a number of dig sites across the universe.  her specialty / obsession is the martians / ancients.  she’s still on the ‘young’ side for a meth, coming in at 69 years old.)

Kaylee Frye. - spaceship mechanic. (she’s always had a way with machines, particularly anything with an engine, ancient or new.  she works at her dad’s shop off one of the main spaceports on earth.  she dreams of seeing the universe for herself, but without formal training and education, she hasn’t had much hope of that outside of virtual vacations (which she scrimps and saves for every chance she can get).  )

Kristin Ortega. - Bay City police detective. (a bay city police detective, organic damage division, bay city, earth, kristin is typically overworked, tired, and dealing with way too much paperwork.  her father was a detective, killed on the job and now her dad’s old partner is now her official partner after elias ryker, her partner and lover, was framed for murder – and dealing with a corrupt captain isn’t helping her uncover the truth behind ryker’s framing, or getting to the truth of the murders that ryker was investigating before things went south.  (other timelines etc available, before and after season one, this is just the starting point for default.))

Laura Kinney. - (the product of illegal genetic experimentation by the protectorate, laura is typically on the run and trying to steer clear of the protectorate and or anyone else that might want to get their hands on the regenerative / healing abilities that her genetic code grants.  she has a stack but it isn’t encoded / doesn’t register as anything / anyone in particular when it’s scanned which means any encounter with police, security, anything that requires registration is a threat to her and flags her location in the system.  off the grid is her friend.  )

Laurens Bancroft. - Methuselah; varies depending on verse/ timeline.

Malcolm Reynolds. - ‘retired’ Quellist, ship captain, smuggler etc.

Naomi Nagata. - space ship engineer.

Natasha Romanoff.- ex spec ops.  ‘retired’.

Padme Amidala. - retired world governor, ambassador.

Penny Robinson. - explorer, travels w/ John Robinson.

Poe. - AI, proprietor of The Raven / The Nevermore.

Quellcrist Falconer. - leader of the Quellist rebellion.

Reileen Kawahara. - crime syndicate boss & more. (she’s got her fingers in all the black market / illicit trade / arms dealing / drug trade pies, she has blackmail and leverage on a ridiculously high percentage of those in the UN and the protectorate, on earth and elsewhere, and will do anything, literally anything, to get what she wants.  yakuza era, envoy era, post envoy merc era, and kingpin era / season one era available.  (more info available on request for any of these.))

Rick Flag. - spec ops, Protectorate special division.

Riddick. - sole survivor of planet Furya, criminal, rogue. (  murderer, escapee from a dozen max security prisons, somehow still in his original sleeve (what can he say, he’s attached to it), riddick is a genetic aberration, one of the few survivors of an off shoot of humanity from the now desolated planet furya.  he exists off the grid, in the shadows, and if you see it coming it’s probably because he wants you to.  (various plots available.))

River Tam. - Protectorate experiment; psychic; super soldier. SEE VERSE. (varies for plot.) (an elite soldier, gifted from birth and augmented further by the protectorate, river was one of the few that survived the process that created the elite unit crafted to hunt and track the envoys during the quellist rebellion.  her ability to adapt, to absorb, to blend, to merge efficiently in any sleeve rivals that of the envoys, and she has altered abilities - precog and telepathy, though some say it’s just intuition and being able to predict the variables of any given situation, given enough data.  envoy era & ‘modern’ season plots available.)

Rupert Giles. - historian.  

Takeshi Kovacs. - ex Protectorate spec ops; Quellist. ( leveraged into service into an elite protectorate black ops squad at the tender age of ten, takeshi spent the next 20-30 years killing, torturing, decimating rebellious forces and or whomever the protectorate sent him after.   when reunited with someone from his past, he fled the protectorate and went on the run, joining the quellist rebellion until that too, was destroyed.  he spent the next handful of years on the run and doing various degrees of merc / wet work until he was gunned down and put on ice.  250+ years later, he gets pulled out to solve the murder of a methuselah - a 350+ year old man who promises him a fortune, a sleeve of his choice, and a clean slate / pardon if he can find the truth behind the murder… but there are so many more things at play than either of them could guess and it takes all of a night for things to go from bad to worse.  (protectorate, envoy, merc, season one & post season one plots available.))

Winifred Burkle. - (a skilled astrophysicist and virtual reality coder, fred was recruited into the protectorate in her university years.   it took her almost a decade for her to discover what the protectorate was truly using her work for and she waited for the opportunity to not just sabotage her research and the protectorate’s work, but to flee.  backing herself up, she’s double-sleeved.  she exists in the forays of the web, keeping herself mostly out of trouble, just wanting to try and find a way to undo the damage that her work was used for (brainwashing & torture).  her second sleeve is root, @magicandsciencemuses who has, unbeknownst to fred, made a triplicate, whiskey, who uses her wiles and skills to ferret information and blackmail visitors of some of the elite brothels of earth.)

Villanelle. - assassin for hire.

Wilson Fisk. - crime lord.

Alena Mayberry. - SEE VERSE.

Alexander Petrakis. - Methuselah.

Ariel Hayden. - Meth’s daughter; runaway; high bounty on head.(the daughter of a methuselah who has left her world behind; traveled in cold storage in slow lanes to minimize risk of discovery.  has a small fortune at her disposal that she squirreled away but knows she has to make it last.  has an altered identity stack and is in a new, black market sleeve.  can be on earth or any world really.  just wants to see the universe without her father’s restrictive / protective rules in place.  probably has a bounty for her SAFE return to her homeworld._)

Ashen Zenon. - High level merc / assassin for hire.

Belle Duponte. - Earth grounder, works to pay off father’s debt / sleeve. (the daughter of an once highly regarded scientist who has been shunned for his studies, she struggles to keep food in their stomachs and a roof over their head.  she works several part time jobs, including at an antique book store that also specializes in luxury station, ink, quills, etc. and works part time as a waitress and as a ‘lab tech’ aka grunt labor at the local prison / re-sleeving facility.  she is in her first, and likely, only sleeve.)

Felicia Adams. - geneticist, emergency care doctor / works at psychasec. (a doctor and geneticist, felicia plies her trade at psychasec modeling and crafting the elite and bizarre sleeves designed for the methuselahs of earth.  the health insurance and re-sleeving package perks are the only reason that she continues to work there as she has a young daughter that suffers from a genetic disorder and requires constant care until felicia can afford a complete genetic makeover and re-sleeve into a healthy clone.  (definitely options for her to get dragged into illegal / black market schemes for a quick buck.  also possibilities for the Trouble that is the daughter’s dad to show up and find them too.))

Laurel Isley.. - Meth, brothel owner, sociopath; SEE VERSE. (a meth with her feet on the ground and her fingers in the muck, laurel runs several elite brothels that cater to the worst of the worst desires of the meths that want to play at being bad and the few grounders that can afford her services.  her brothels also serve as anonymous meeting grounds for certain clients vs. service providers - mercs, assassins, etc. that she arranges for a ‘small’ fee.  she also is a pro at creating false idents, which is no easy feat in this day and age. she is very much a sadomasochist and indulges her desires in the real and virtual whenever she finds a suitable playmate (willing or otherwise).)

Petra Nikonova. - verse dependent.

Rori Dearing. - bartender, tattoo artist.  SEE VERSE. ( a young and rebellious meth, a social warrior, rori is the younger sister of @magicandsciencemuses ‘s claire dearing.  she is a human rights / sleeve rights activist and is often found at rallies and protests regarding various lack of rights for prisoners, military service members, victims that are given the worst of the sleeves available, and in general, the money making machine that is the protectorate’s prison system, and the utter lack of opportunity for reform and education.  she works as a 3-d / interactive tattoo artist and a part time bartender. )

Saori Dearing. - daughter of planetary governor, Quellist. SEE VERSE. ( the daughter of the lord governor on harlan’s world, saori is a secret ally and informant to the quellist rebellion.  most of her plots take place during the envoy era where she works with quell to provide military information, travel codes, and helps supply weapons, food and basic supplies to the rebellion on harlan’s world / elsewhere.   (I have verses where she is involved romantically with Quell and or Takeshi but that isn’t a necessity for plots!) she is primarily envoy based but aus / plots can be worked out for ‘modern’ day plots.)

[shallowsurvived]

❝ I don’t need to be babysat. I told Waller I’d do it. I don’t need you breathing down my neck. ❞ 

@magicandsciencemuses      /      starter #01      /      rick flag.

[prcsopamoved]

[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on {Rick Flag for Elektra}

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴’𝚂  𝙰  𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝙽  𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻  𝙸𝚃  —-  as  if  the  very  air  has  shifted  in  the  room  ,  elektra  is  alert  upon  the  entrance  of  one  and  only  rick  flag  .  valiant  as  ever  ,  but  she  only  stares  for  a  moment  as  if  waiting  for  him  to  speak  ,  her  coat  offered  out  to  her  .  whatever  it  was  ,  it  wasn’t  good  .  

❛    mr  flag  ,      ❜  she  offers  the  same  sultry  cordial  tone  that  she’d  give  just  anyone  before  she  can  decide  whether  they  be  friend  or  foe  ,  ❛        while  it’s  absolutely  wonderful  to  not  that  not  all  chivalry  is  dead  ,  perhaps    you’d  like  to  tell  me  why  you’re  rushing  me  out  of  here  as  if  the  entire  building  is  on  fire  ?      ❜  @magicandsciencemuses // non sexual acts of intimacy

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

                                           The only woman I ever cared about ... is trapped inside that monster. If I don't stop the witch, its over. Everything is over. Everything.

[prophecyread]

@magicandsciencemuses rick gets a lyric starter from chrisjen!

         “We were both broken in our own ways.”  Were.  Are.  Only one of them, existing, breathing, heart beating, in its own painful rhythm while her son’s had stopped ...  so many years before.  So far as she knew. “But I believe he was a good man.  His ... son, reminds me of him, in some new way, every day.”  Sometimes it was like looking at a ghost.  “I’m sorry, Colonel Flag, for what you have suffered. If there is anything that I can do for you, you need only ask.”

[silencedsonatas]

                      @magicandsciencemuses - rick flag. sent A MEME.                                always accepting.  ( manhandling symbol meme. )

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down

             “’Scuse me?”  It’s habit born of rebellion, born out of the sheer instinct of survival, born of years of some fucked up attempt to undo the need to please, the desire to see the little smiles of satisfaction at a job well done.   Wrong place, wrong time, the little voice, fractured and broken, of whatever was left of her common sense, tried to whisper, fighting against the flush of anger that had leapt to the surface of her thoughts and colored her cheeks at his barked command, as if she was some trained circus monkey, or dog, meant to roll over and play dead.   Something -- maybe the sharp twitch at the back of his jaw, or the thin press of his lips, made her pull up short, that same said sense of survival forcing her to swallow down the verbal lashing that had bubbled up after her first retort.   It was habit, too, the mirroring; the press of her lips, the jut of her jaw.   “So sorry, Colonel.”   She didn’t really sound it.  “I was not aware I had to ask permission to pee.”  Actually, what she wanted, was a smoke, and being cooped up and ordered around wasn’t making that need any less urgent.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

  @magicandsciencemuses - rick flag gets a starter from june moone.

               She had barely spoken since her whispered plea for help -- what help he could offer, that anyone could offer she couldn’t begin to guess.  She’d searched so many texts, so many places, and come up empty and now.  Now, she sat, on a chair in her bathroom, wrapped in her robe, still covered in the mud and herbs of the bath, with .. bodies.  Bodies of men she’d killed -- oh how desperately she wanted to be able to lay the blame solely on the voices in her head, but how clearly she could remember it, sharp and painful acuity, as if the entity in her head had taken explicit care, delighting, in sharing the imagery, while June screamed in silence in the darkness.  She shuddered, fingers grasping tighter at the edges of her robe, shadowed eyes creeping up towards the soldier.  “I .... Who are you?”  She hadn’t even gotten his name before he’d ordered the others out of the room, helped her, with a discreet downcast gaze, out of the bath and into her robe.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

                                They warned me about you. 

                                           My dumbass didn’t believe the stories.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@magicandsciencemuses gets a starter / for anybody.

           “Uh-uh,” Rick protested, a finger wagging in the direction of his bed mate, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.  “Let go of jeans.”  He protested.  “Come back to bed.”  He wasn’t going to let her slip away without at least trying to convince her to stay, even if it was just for breakfast before they went their separate ways for the day.