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He was new to Section 9, setting up his stuff in an office that he was given by the head of the Division. After settling in he noticed someone walk past, Logan thought it’d be a perfect idea to mingle and get to know his coworkers.

“Hi! I’m Logan, I was just brought into the group. Thought I’d make the rounds and meet some of the people I might be working with.” 

motoko was never one for the social receptions for a new recruit. ( wasn’t one for social receptions at all, for that matter. ) they got through the training, paper work, and all of the other meticulous refinements to prove their value and calibre. that was all that was needed from her.

she stopped, eyes flickering over to the newcomer. ❛ we get to know each other on the job. ❜ she didn’t bother to tilt her head towards him. ❛ not one to mingle, anyway. ❜

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because my ass is #2lazy to go ahead and make a fancy shmancy promo again, and these are generally more accessible and spread faster, you can like or reblog this post if you’re interested in interacting with a motoko kusanagi from ghost in the shell. i’m oc, panfandom, and multiverse friendly! i’m private, selective ( but i don’t really consider myself particularly choosy tbh ) and somewhat established - started this blog back in february; just got back from a hiatus, and i am ready to rollllllllllll

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Artist -  胃そべ

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→ @coalescenceproduct​ // ♥︎

ishikawa had given her the details and coordinates - a rogue military android had found it’s way, somehow, in the city. surrounding districts were immediately squared off from public access, citizens evacuated, subways and all other modes of transportation shut off. no reported fatalities, thankfully. means of deactivating from the outside were null - no tangible ID could be found or backlogged.

she idly wondered how the hell it got it’s way so far in to the city without getting noticed. smuggled in, maybe. still, inquiring and tearing out the ass of the prefecture police would be left to the old man later. her current mission was to ‘deal’ with the thing. non-lethal disablement, preferably. digging in it’s bank and finding out how and why it got here would solve a great deal of her curiosity.

however, specifics were left vague and open - lethal force was fair game.

the metallic, familiar ring and click of firearms getting primed, the heavy thud of boots meeting concrete, roar of the helicopter; fading in the background. running, running across rooftops. the city was forebodingly empty. common, everyday noises were not heard. the silence was deafening. motoko stopped, scanning the urban below. patient, vicious.

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 → @neweden // ♥

the street was crowded. heavy, and flowing with textures and sounds. a few of them spared her glances, but only in passing interest. she was familiar with this particular place of noises, sights of lambent commercial light masking stuffy, cold concrete buildings. and - many times, many different locations, but they all held the same pattern and archetype, her, interpreting a controlled chaos. with this, she traveled deftly and swiftly, an effortless motion.

this was good. an inconsequential stroll through the city. walking cleared the mind, scoured out troubles and nagging obsessions. left a clean slate. thought would mist the rest. it occurred to her, then, that maybe these two impulses were at odds. that maybe one of them would have to give way, eventually.

motoko had only made it partway down this alley of thought when she noticed something else, a fresh current rising out of the sea of background sensations. an inkling of instinct; eyes narrowing as she moved forward, glancing behind her. she was adept at picking out cryptic shapes from a chaotic backdrop, a subtle suggestion of a humanoid figure, camo, monochrome glints of a firearm.

there. a man, some way back through the sea of people, but close enough for her to notice. the current lead her, purely cerebral, but experience taught her well enough not to trifle with instinct. she slowed her pace, just enough so she could get a closer look at the man, just enough so it didn’t look like stalling.

her ghost and it’s convictions were never something she believed she could wrap her head around.

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→ @eyeoftruth​ // ♥︎

very interesting.

the first instinct is to do a complete sweep of the braincase - scrutinizing every minute memory and log over the past week. at mercury quickness, she does just that - nothing gives. her suspicions turn to the possibility of a ghost hack, a hijacking of the optical feed; but the attack barrier is silent. her thoughts, as she searched, were fixed intently on herself, feeling for any possibilities of violation, a self-imposed disembodiment. there was a cool, liquid feeling about it. the silence of her system only further arose suspicions, glaring at the faux in front of her. a distateful joke, if it was one - seemed to be far too de facto to be a simple hologram.

❛ huh. ❜

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'captain america: the winter soldier' starter prompts

❝ On your left. ❞ ❝ Don’t say it. Don’t you say it. ❞ ❝ Need a medic? ❞ ❝ You should be ashamed of yourself. ❞ ❝ It’s your bed, right? ❞ ❝ You must miss the good old days, huh? ❞ ❝ I’ll put it on the list. ❞ ❝ I’m sure they have a good reason. ❞ ❝ Relax, it’s not that complicated. ❞ ❝ You doing anything fun Saturday night? ❞ ❝ You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes. ❞ ❝ Too shy, or too scared? ❞ ❝ You seemed pretty helpless without me. ❞ ❝ You want to be a hero? Is that it? ❞ ❝ Well, this is awkward. ❞ ❝ I think that’s overstating things. ❞ ❝ You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can you? ❞ ❝ I’m not obliged to do anything. ❞ ❝ It’s called compartmentalisation. ❞ ❝ Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all. ❞ ❝ I do share. I’m nice like that. ❞ ❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ ❝ We can’t afford to wait that long. ❞ ❝ This isn’t freedom, this is fear. ❞ ❝ For as long as I can remember, I just wanted to do what was right. ❞ ❝ You’re always so dramatic. ❞ ❝ The world has changed, and none of us can go back. ❞ ❝ Sometimes the best that we can do is to start over. ❞ ❝ I’m here to ask a favor. ❞ ❝ You lose someone? ❞ ❝ What makes you happy? ❞ ❝ If you want, you’re welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement. ❞ ❝ Well, I’ll keep my distance. ❞ ❝ I don’t remember giving you a key. ❞ ❝ My wife kicked me out. ❞ ❝ I didn’t know you were married. ❞ ❝ There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. ❞ ❝ You’re a terrible liar. ❞ ❝ He told me not to trust anyone. ❞ ❝ Anyone gets in my way, they’re gonna regret it. ❞ ❝ It kind of feels personal. ❞ ❝ I only act like I know everything. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna ask you again. ❞ ❝ Bye-bye, bikinis. ❞ ❝ First rule of going on the run is don’t run, walk. ❞ ❝ My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations. ❞ ❝ I have the exact same glasses. ❞ ❝ Shut up and put your arm around me. Laugh at something I said. ❞ ❝ Kiss me. ❞ ❝ Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. ❞ ❝ I just wondered how much practice you’ve had. ❞ ❝ Nobody special, though? ❞ ❝ Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience. ❞ ❝ You just make something up. ❞ ❝ The truth is a matter of circumstance. ❞ ❝ That’s a tough way to live. ❞ ❝ You know, it’s kind of hard to trust someone, when you don’t know who that someone really is. ❞ ❝ Who do you want me to be? ❞ ❝ Who’s the girl? ❞ ❝ You need anything before I leave? ❞ ❝ Want some milk? ❞ ❝ I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can’t tell the difference anymore. ❞ ❝ There’s a chance you might be in the wrong business. ❞ ❝ If it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it? ❞ ❝ I hear the crab cakes here are delicious. ❞ ❝ That is a terrible, terrible idea. ❞ ❝ I wasn’t sure who to trust. ❞ ❝ Your work has been a gift to mankind. ❞ ❝ You shaped the century. ❞ ❝ Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. ❞ ❝ If you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine. ❞ ❝ See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues. ❞ ❝ I just kind of wanted to be alone. ❞ ❝ We can put the couch cushions on the floor like when we were kids. ❞ ❝ I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. ❞ ❝ I don’t know if I can do that. ❞ ❝ I think it’s time you know the truth. ❞ ❝ The price of freedom is high. ❞ ❝ Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head? ❞ ❝ You smug son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, did I step on your moment? ❞ ❝ Are you sure you’re ready for the world to see you as you really are? ❞ ❝ Did you get my flowers? ❞ ❝ You’re the best and the most ruthless person I ever met. ❞ ❝ You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look. ❞ ❝ I had a big breakfast. ❞ ❝ Please don’t make me do this. ❞ ❝ Unless you want a two-inch hole in your sternum, I’d put that gun down. ❞ ❝ This is gonna hurt. ❞ ❝ Man, shut the hell up. ❞ ❝ You know, there was a time I would’ve taken a bullet for you. ❞ ❝ You’re out of your depth, kid. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna fight you. ❞ ❝ You’re my friend. ❞ ❝ You’re not going to put me in a prison. ❞ ❝ You’ll know where to find me. ❞ ❝ I’m headed to Europe tonight, Wanted to ask if you’d come. ❞ ❝ You might not want to pull on that thread. ❞ ❝ This is the age of miracles. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ❞

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starter call/plot call. we doin this

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He had her curiosity. Genji supposes he had it the moment she decided to attend this meeting, as shady as it was. His arms fold loose across his chest, and he starts to move—not uneasily. Just like he has too much energy to stand still for too long. He paces, back and forth, back and forth, across the narrow width of the alley.

“No doubt you are well aware that cyber crime has been on the rise here in Japan. And I do not mean omnic-related violence, though that is certainly an issue. I am speaking more of people like you and me—humans who have had technology become the core of their being.”

One hand reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, and he reveals a small tablet, which he passes to her. Once she has it in her hands, he resumes both his pacing and his monologue. “Cyborgs across the world are reporting having their internal systems hacked, which is a huge threat to their well-being.” His own hand presses to his chest. “For example, I am one of the ones who has organic material remaining, and if someone were to hack my system, the common cold could kill me. Even beyond that example, having bodily autonomy violated like this is completely unacceptable.”

His pacing ceases, and Genji plants himself in front of her as the information of various crimes of this kind scroll across the tablet—hundreds and thousands of reports. “You are something of an expert on cyborgs and cybernetics, are you not? You know first hand. Your insights could be invaluable to us.”

cyber crime. a familiar, ugly thing. one she was acquainted with for most of her life - it seemed like an impossible conduct to be considered, at first, when cybernetics and cyberbrain were something new and revolutionary, an exemplar of the future and the advancements it could bring. 

crime never slept, never rested. it kept mutating, shifting, advancing, a great germ. an incurable disease of society. a fact of life. now, hijackings, hackings, and complete wipes of the cyberbrain, including the ghost, were a caper that seemed all too common. it disgusted her. eyes, hidden under shades, rove over the tablet and it’s scintillating light, glowing just enough to light her pale face in the black alley. 

she compiles the data with a silent, mercury swiftness, eyes flashing left to right, reading and storing every case, every file, every sighting of a cyber crime given to her from this tablet - both incidents she’s heard of before back in section 9, and ones entirely foreign. unknown. yet, she was quick to pick up patterns in the sightings, date of disappearances, parts of the body and cyberbrain dived into, or destroyed entirely - deaths.

motoko’s head stayed bowed to the tablet as genji planted himself. her face remained marble. ❛ you could say that. ❜ a few, tense moments of ruminating. ❛ interested in my help only, or the entirety of section 9? ❜

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For a change, Genji keeps it subtle. There’s not much he can do about the face plate, but the light across his eyes is kept dim while the other lights across his body are off completely. There are shuriken hidden in his arm, but he is dressed in black, something vaguely reminiscent of his days in Blackwatch: heavy boots, pants tucked into them, utility belt, sweater, jacket.

He waits for her, waits until he hears her voice, before stepping from the shadows and brightening his light. “I am happy you came, Kusanagi Motoko.” Spoken so casually, but Genji’s voice holds an unspoken secret: We know who you are.

“I come on behalf of Overwatch. The new Overwatch. I assume that, since you’re here, you are interested in what we have to say.”

a pause, then chartreuse burns black, barely stirring the sea of ink illustrating him, them, all around in this quiet pocket of a vast concrete jungle. it was voltaic, the livid color. outlandish in the grimy haze - bright. unrecognized. collected, thin lines composing her features as she studied him. picked apart what experience could serve. coiled things within her, tightened. mechanisms clicking and comfortable. the rigidity did not leave her.

kusanagi motoko. the warm, silvery words weaves her din of thought, and she considers. ❛ color me surprised. ❜ it was an honest admittance. they were savage mythos.

it breathed into her, a moment of lenient humility. the new overwatch. it echoed beyond hubris or desire. unorthodox. curiosity stirs with his roving tone: this night-call mean’t something, that was assured. but what?

❛ i’m listening. ❜