#fugitivecode

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Industry galas were really just corporate pissing contests, so Rhys doubted he'd be missing much as he stepped onto the balcony in search of fresh air—and maybe to sober up a little. Old-money wannabe tyrants always drove him to open bars.

The hand on his arm surprised him. The owner of the hand, when he checked over his shoulder, could not have surprised him less.

"You.” He broke out a slow grin of disbelief. "Again. Can't find anybody in your own income bracket to play with?" One hand pushed up from the railing as he gripped Katagawa's lapel with the other—partly to steady himself, partly from the petty drive to crumple a stupidly expensive suit. "You’re obsessed! What do you think I’ll do if you follow me around enough? Invite you to a sleepover? Kiss you?"

Maybe it wasn't his best jab ever, but what bothered Rhys most wasn't his inability to send Katagawa to the burn ward. It was the fact it didn't seem like the worst idea he'd ever had. Katagawa was... he was always there. Rhys trusted him about as much as he trusted his ECHO's weather app, but at least Junior bothered speaking to the Atlas guy while everyone else made Rhys a punchline.

Rhys decided it definitely was the worst idea he'd ever had approximately halfway through realising he’d gone through with it. Well—almost. He'd bumped his lips to the corner of Katagawa's mouth, aim all off and nose brushing Katagawa's temple.

Sorry, was his first thought when he pulled away. Then he remembered that Katagawa was demonstrably awful, and did not deserve an apology for anything ever. "Yeah," he said instead, weakly. "Yeah, you... take that."

Katagawa Jr loved these kinds of parties, they were a great way of showing off. While he was catching his breath from talking some poor sob’s ear off when he noticed Rhys was out on the balcony,  Katagawa decided that it’d be good idea to go say hi.

It was a nice night out, Katagawa noted as he walked out and put his hand on Rhys’s arm to get his attention. “Income Bracket doesn’t mean their worth my time.”  Katagawa brushed off, his standards were higher than that. “AS if I wan-”

Before Katagawa could have tried to make a better burn (which honestly wouldn’t be hard) Rhys’s lips where on the corner of Katagawa’s mouth,  Katagawa could feel his face go a bit red.

Katagawa couldn’t even really think for moment due to shock, despite the panic going on inside Katagawa tried to regain calmness on the outside “Rhys, if you felt like that this all time you should of said something!” Katagawa said slightly mockly.

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she’s almost embarrassed to have rhys find her knife collection--- almost. given, she’s easily embarrassed and made sheepish by just about anything, but to be fair, she’d found those knives herself. fair and square. no killing, just panic-running to some boxes she found, grabbing what she could reach, and getting out. if she didn’t have those knives for protection, she likely could have died a lot sooner.

but for now, she was just rocking back and forth on her heels. rhys didn’t really have to be worried about offending a ‘pandoran’-- maya didn’t even really technically consider herself one. she only happened to live there by accidental necessity, and she already liked talking to him a lot more than others she could have been talking to, willingly or not.

“i like pens. i haven’t collected pens since i was a kid.”  it’s quiet honesty, but she hopes the message behind her tone is clear enough. she doesn’t wanna be awkward with him. she’ll talk to him about stuff if he really wants her to.

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@fugitivecode​

A voice waking him from a dreamless desk-snooze (standard industry term) would've startled Rhys out of his sluggish haze, had it not been for his familiarity with the event, now. He cracked open his ECHOEye, mouth slack with his cheek resting on one outstretched arm, and furrowed his brow as much as his sleepy state would allow. "Huh? What? Angel—you're up." He reconsidered. "I guess—well, you don't -need- to sleep, but I thought you'd maybe... power down. Whadidyasay?"

   It’s been a while since she first introduced herself to Rhys and this has become an extremely familiar sight. She’s never met him in person -- interacting with him as she does with the others, an AI, means that he won’t find out about her secret ... but her face still shows up on his ECHOEye for a second.  She’s amused, chuckling softly at him.

“ -- you have a meeting in twenty minutes, you know? You should be getting presentable. ” It’s not like she’s working for him -- no, really, she just ... sees him as a friend. Friends remind each other of meetings and wake them up when they’re going to be running late for work, right? Angel is looking out for him. “ They sent an ECHOmail earlier. I think you missed it. How was your sleep? ”

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     Her right hand held the gun, the barrel pointed at the male in front of her while her free hand remained by her side, gently tapping along her belt as she debated his sentence. The Sheriff’s hat lingered in front of her features, for the most part, it was probably a good thing too. There was bloodlust within those eyes and a grim expression as she eyed him curiously.

     ❝Oh? Do you?❞ Her voice was anything less than condescending, ❝Do you even know where you are?❞ Nisha raised a brow before gesturing with her free hand. ❝You’re in Lynchwood, doll. My turf.❞

     There was a pause, the bloodlust that seeped through her being had mild, though she smirked at his words and lifted her hat enough to make eye contact with him. ❝Yeah? A nice guy who wants to talk it out?❞ Nisha chuckled ❝Alright kid, let’s talk.❞ She twirled her gun and placed it back in her holster, ❝I wouldn’t go as far as to say you’re a nice guy, maybe an idiot coming here with little to no protection on you.❞ She stuck her tongue out. ❝So, what’s your name ‘nice guy’?❞

[eridiumangel]

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“You’ve come a long way since Hyperion. ... And I kinda like the moustache.”

[theirishoperative]

“ that doesn’t sound quite right, but okay. ”

                          random sentence starters

“I’m tellin’ ya Rhysie-boy I saw it with me own eyes!”, he exclaimed, pointing at his cybernetic eye as he moved up away from the vending machine he was leaning against.

“I was right there! Just mindin’ me own business when some bloke approaches me like ‘Hey you got a few buckos to lend? Gotta take me girl out for dinner’. So me, bein’ the kind-hearted soul I am gave him a few buckos to spare so he could help out his girl. Fast forward a little, and I caught sight of ‘em of on a date, splutterin’ all the romantic gushy stuff. ‘Awww that’s just cute’, I thought to meself, then BOOM! Outta nowhere she explodes!! The poor guy was in tears! Didn’t expect it! I know they say to end a date with a bang, but I think that’s just takin’ it a tad too far. And you know what else? It rained money. She literally exploded into a bazillion ones. The fellow collected up the money and ran. Didn’t see him after that. Must have gone and got a new suit or somethin’.”

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[booksofadventures-archived]

@fugitivecode​ asked ;; Rain + Charlie?

Charlie likes to walk by herself out in the cold rainfall, it is something she’s found she likes to do. She finds that she’s less likely to run into other people when it was raining and it means her anxiety of people finding out about her powers to be so bad, which in turn means it isn’t so likely that the water falling would freeze around her, though the bit that touched her bare skin tended to when she didn’t realize it totally.

But then because of her magic it was one of those things that came with its unpredictability as she was still learning to control it, that she was a lot colder than the average person, so while she doesn’t like spending too much out in the cold, she does like to spend it out in the rain.

[percurrere]

@fugitivecode from {x}

[You don’t have to worry about that, Mr. CEO] Audrey can do little to control how tone comes across with a robotic voice from a mod. So, misinterpretations of jokes at her own expense and somewhat at Rhy’s expense was inevitable. She has her Echo in hand and is typing at it with one hand, all the while waltzing in like she’d been here a bunch of times. Not a bad office really.

[You want the long version or the short version of everything I got through busting out of Katagawa’s shit security? The long version is... gory but can still be useful if you have the stomach for it.] She’s smaller and definitely on the younger side but she wanted to help get rid of the COV after all the shit they’ve done to her family. Working with corps like this would be a means to an end, and it was one of the few ways that she could get away from Sanctuary III and stretch her legs again. 

[the-defense-rises]

♥ and ♠!

1. What I love about my muse is: I love nearly everything about him, even his cringy younger self. Adorable. I love his sense of humor, his dry sarcasm, and his everyman attitude. Really, Phoenix is an absolute mood.  2. Something I dislike about my muse: Not a whole lot? I tend to be forgiving of my muses and fandoms. I dislike a bit how he defers responsibility to the younger crowd, but this is sort of a writer thing, like. I feel like the actual writers forgot to properly age Phoenix up some - he goes from 24 to 34-35 over the current span of games, and he’s still a bit like that rookie some times in later games. But that’s less a critique on Phoenix himself and more of a continuity in canon thing.

[jellomade]

“Here’s a stumper, from one programmer to another. Would you rather fight one Deathtrap-sized duck, or a hundred duck-sized Deathraps?”

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     Gaige LIFTS her brows up at the question, head tilting to the side slightly. She doesn’t respond for a few seconds, the gears in her head clearly turning as she thinks, but finally she gives the man a GRIN.

          “I WOULDN’T fight DT!! He’s my BEST FRIEND, and we ALWAYS has my back! So I’d TOTALLY fight the DT-sized duck. AND I’d SO win. I’d CRUSH THAT FUCKING DUCK LIKE A POTATO CHIP. It’d be SO easy, too!” She brings her hands together in front of her and cracks her knuckles one by one, watching Rhys for a moment before she speaks up again.

          “WHAT ABOUT YOU? Maybe it wouldn’t be so EASY for you to pull off fighting either option!”

[chaosmultiverse-a]

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Katagawa Jr. wasn’t anyone anymore, betrayed by his family and thought dead  Katagawa had been left alone to die, but he didn’t he had made a new identity to be able to take revenge on Maliwan. But for now he needed to worry about making money, it did cost a lot for the things that let get back on his feet (like a new arms for one, being blown up does a lot to a body) and he’d need more money for his loftily ravage goals.

He had been hired for a new job, he hadn’t really looked closely at the details before agreeing just based off the pay, though when he went to building and saw it was someone in Atlas he going to be working for he felt a pit in his stomach. Which only grew when the front desk lady sent him in the elevator and he realized that it was going to where Rhys’s office was.

The elevator doors opened much to the horror of Katagawa to Rhys’s office, the  office of the guy who Katagawa had went to war with and tried to murder, who now it was his job to protect from any dangers, as Katagawa cursed his lack of reading what he signed up for the elevator doors closed with Katagawa still inside.

Katagawa quickly snapped out of his growing horror and pressed the ‘Open Doors’ button and stepped out of the elevator like a kid going into detention, giving a small wave once he was fully in the office.

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"So," Rhys begins, then falters. As if being made to wait around somewhere as unpredictable as Sanctuary wasn't bad enough, they've apparently left him on babysitting duty. "Ava, right? You're... a child or young adult. How's that working out for you?"

   There’s a start of a sneer from the teen, but she stops it -- she can practically hear Maya complaining at her for being rude to Mr.Strongfork. Really, it’s not her fault that he’s a twink and his name sounds like a pun in some porno.  She grumbles softly, though, and crosses her arms. This would have to do.

“ -- I’m not a kid. I’m a teen. Didn’t Maya tell you that when she practically gave you the babysitting manual? I don’t need babysitting. ” She wants to be out there with Maya like a real Vault Hunter -- not sitting on Sanctuary with some CEO.

But as much as she wants to complain, the girl takes a long look at him.  This was the CEO of Atlas? 

“ ... sorry, yeah, I’m Ava. And you’re the CEO of Atlas? You have the stupidest name -- no offense -- but the coolest guns. And the stupidest moustache. It looked like a rat crawled onto your face and died.  No offense. ”

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i have noticed personals reblogging from borderlands rp blogs is a Problem disproportionate to other fandoms i’ve been in. unsure why but watch out

((oh god that’s kicked up? god i rmmr when i was writing timothy, i’d have a few personals reblog from me but not too many. i am praying to god the blands personals Do Not Find Me.))

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@fugitivecode​

♊️ — he shouldn't be looking so hard into this.

the guy had been SLOSHED. the kisses hadn't even been THAT great to begin with; only one or two had actually hit their intended target, and they'd been more mustache than lip. Tim lay on his back on his little cot, arm resting over his eyes as he continued to tell himself how stupid he was being. 

it didn't matter how ENDEARING the whole thing had been, or how it’d gotten some genuine giggles out of him.

IT DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING.

but no matter how many times he REPEATED it to himself like a mantra, it didn't stop his chest from feeling warm and fuzzy, or his stomach from filling with butterflies. there's a brief moment of reflection as he worries at his bottom lip, pulling his arm away and letting it flop to his side, a hot flush SPREADING under his mask and down his neck, and even up to the tips of his ears.

he knew what this was.

"..... oh no."

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                                                @fugitivecode​

The last of the COV &  Maliwan’s forces had left Promethea,  Atlas was once again safe and Yvette decided to celebrate, and make sure that Rhys did too, he had dealt with a lot due to Maliwan and Yvette could tell that at least some of it got to him.

So with a ding from the elevator Yvette came into Rhys office, with a bottle of champagne.

“Hey, hope you’re not in the middle of something. I thought since Maliwan’s not gonna be a thorn in Atlas’s butt anymore that’d it be cause for at least a bit of a small celebration.”

[starcrcwns]

@fugitivecode​ said:                                                                

The key to business is making and maintaining powerful allies, as Rhys learnt the hard way. There are few beings in the universe more powerful than Sirens, so when he dials Sanctuary, it's a relief that Lilith answers the call instead of declining. He smiles, going for charming instead of aghast. "Lilith!" he says, with his best corporate chime. "Good to see you. Soooo..." A flaw in his plan reveals itself: he didn't think he'd get this far, and thus, has nothing prepared. "...Whatcha doing?"

   He’s got to be joking, right? This was some horrible joke that she’s not getting the catch line to and he’ll be laughing, saying just kidding, and getting off the damn screen before she hunts his little twink ass herself.

“ -- Rhys. ” There’s an annoyance to her voice, brows furrowed already from this conversation. Can he not , y’know, read the room of everything going on? There’s a bit of a war ...

“ I’m trying to figure out whether or not I should kick your ass, “ she grumbles before straightening up, crossing her arms, and staring at his form on the screen. “ Nothing. I’m absolutely doing nothing. What do you want? ”