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taming-bats · 4 months

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Batfam Crime Family Breakdown

I made a Crime Family au for a OC fic I'm writing, but the dynamics were too interesting to pass up diving into.

So, I present to you the Mask Family! #1 Crime monopoly in Gotham. Descriptions for Alfred, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian are under the cut!

Bruce - AKA Black Mask. Head of the Crime family, and basically king of Gotham. After his parents were killed when he was a young boy and was handed a multi-million dollar company at the age of 9, he had focused on a sense of control. He sees Gotham/Gothamites like they can’t help it, and simply don’t know any better. He will know better for them. Other people might have similar backgrounds or share his feelings on the idea of protecting the city from itself, bu no one has the resources he does, nor the determination to do something.

He created the alias of the Black Mask and infiltrated every underground and back alley system until he runs them all. Bruce Wayne and Black Mask basically are the monopoly of night and day in Gotham. You can’t go anywhere without seeing their influence. He’s brutal when it comes to insubordination or even the hint of mutiny. Truly thinks he’s doing the right thing to keep crime as low as possible. Think’s he is doing what he can to protect his family and his city. He’s softened over the years due to his family, and because he’s grown his network where he never has to get his hands dirty unless he wants to. Loves his kids dearly though is tough on them when it comes to the family business.

“Mr. Wayne! Could you give us a comment on the recent movements of the Black Mask? Does it pain you to share your city with such a ruthless man?”

Bruce Wayne gives a smile, that tight, pained one he gives whenever reports ask about the Crime Lord. The media eats it up. No matter what he says, they read into his expression and think it must be heartbreaking for him to know not even he could touch the King of Gotham.

Alfred - AKA Agent Alpha. Like canon, he follows Bruce down the path he takes. In the first couple years of Bruce’s building of the Mask, he voiced his concerns about Bruce’s methods. However, having been trained in special ops himself, he understood that while some situations required a skilled hand, others required a boot to the neck. He adapted and became the guiding hand Bruce needed, and is still Bruce’s number one confidant and ally.

“Black Mask? Black Mask!” the comm had crackled dead in Alfred ear. He huffs and pushes himself up out of the chair. That boy was going to get himself killed in this mission of his. Drug dealers and gang members- What would Martha and Thomas think if they could see the two of them now?

Alfred does not let himself linger long on the thought as he grabs the keys and his own version of the Mask. No matter his hesitance at the start, he knew that there was no stopping Bruce now that he has his mind to it. He would save this city or die trying. He grabs his shotgun off the wall.

Dick - (24) AKA Blue Mask. First to come into the Mask family. His story here is the same for the most part. Some mob tried to take control of the circus- since it's traveling it's not technically in Black Mask’s territory. They are wrong <3. Feeling responsible for not having enough control to prevent the Grayson murders, Bruce Wayne fosters and adopts Dick Grasyon. However, Bruce in this iteration is more open with sharing his secret with Dick as he sees himself in the young boy. He invites Dick to join his crusade to help the city, and let’s Dick be the one to pull the trigger against the men who killed his family. It’s cathartic for the both of them, and a very cementing bonding experience. Dick is Bruce’s shadow for most of his young life, seeing Bruce in his most brutal/hands on years. At some point, Dick “graduates” to having a Mask of his own, and is now Blue Mask.

Dick stays in Gotham in this au. Dick is the eldest of the Mask family and loves his growing family dearly. He learned quickly about the lengths one should go to to protect the ones they love. To him, all of his siblings are the same age as when they entered the house. They are his babies and he will murder for them. He is Bruce’s number one informant.

“There you go, little wing! Hold it just like that and keep your shoulders back. When you feel ready, pull the trigger.” His hands give an encouraging squeeze to his brother's shoulders before taking a step back. He watches as Jason takes a breath and pulls the trigger. He catches him with a laugh when the kickback jolts his small frame. “Good job! That looked like a headshot to me, you're a natural!” Jason looked up at him with shining eyes, and Dick looked back with all the pride in the world. “Let’s show Bruce.”

Jason - (19) AKA Red Mask. Bruce found him on the streets when he was young- Yes, he was stealing from THE Black Mask and yes, Jason fought with a tire iron and claws to get away from him at the start. Jason thought Black Mask would make an example out of him, show that even kids weren’t an exception in Gotham. But Bruce took one look at the small, malnourished but resilient boy and fell in love with him. Jason, to Bruce, represents all the kids that he was too late to save. But he could save Jason. Bruce brought him home and exposed his secret immediately, as if Jason was already his son. The reasons Jason stayed were years behind them now, and he’s proven himself time and time again to be Bruce’s perfect foot soldier. He trained under Dick and Bruce and was rewarded with the title and role of a Mask much younger than Dick.

Jason and Bruce had a big fight when he was 16 (probably having to do with who would be inheriting the Black Mask role in the future) in which Jason ran away. Knowing all of Black Masks tricks, he’s able to stay under the radar for a little bit less than a year. It breaks Bruce’s heart and infuriates him. He misses his son and is spiraling at the lack of control and is forced to conclude that he’s going to have to punish Jason if/when he finds him. Which he does, but more on that later. At the present day, Bruce and Jason still butt heads in Jason’s attempt to prove that he can be a leader if Bruce just lets him. Bruce is content in keeping the boys in the roles they have for as long as he can. There are many debates on which Mask was the most intimidating, but everyone can agree that you never want Red Mask to be sent after you.

“I’ll take the lower Eastside-”

“Good idea.” Black Mask cuts him off, “Blue, you’re with Red tonight.”

“What?” Jason snaps, “No way, I can do it by myself.” Black Mask gives him a look that Jason can decipher even through the unchanging skull mask. This wasn’t the night to start a debate. Jason clicks his teeth, “Fine.” Black Mask gives him a pat on the head as he passes and a burning of embarrassment and fulfillment comes from the approval. He slaps away Blue’s hand when he tries to copy the movement, to which Dick whines with disappointment.

Tim - (17) AKA Yellow Mask. When Gotham sees a heavy crack down for a few months, it’s a near complete cut off from the rest of the world. It shows what Black Mask could do, which scares a lot of people. But not Tim Drake. Tim Drake sees the opportunity for what it is. Unlike the rest of the world, who haven't a clue about the why, 10 year old Tim Drake marches up to Wayne Manor and asks to speak to Black Mask himself. Tim, the child, had known about the Mask family identity for a full year. And now Tim, the child, was offering to help Black Mask, the Crime Lord. Because Tim Drake knew where Jason was. Tim had known the entire time (a fact that Tim does not share.)

(He also doesn’t share the photos. The maps. The red string. He takes his time and eases the family into his presence, and then, into his hobbies.) Tim inserts himself into the Mask Family, brings Jason back, and simply stays. Jason and he have some tension because of this. Tim is happy staying in the shadows of the operation because it gives him a purpose behind all his odd interests and gives him challenges to grow from. He kinda gets the Mask title against his will but secretly is over the moon about it. He wants to be useful. He becomes Wayne Enterprises Co-CEO, and is Bruce’s eyes and ears.

“That's Debbie. She’s the head accountant on the Relay case, 5th floor.” Bruce nods to Tim’s words and Tim pretends not to preen at the knowledge that someone was listening to him. Bruce gives a hum and an ever-so-slight gesture to a man across the room with his glass of scotch. “Oh, Walter. He’s been skimming funds off his department budget for 5 months now. 14th floor.” Bruce raises an eyebrow and looks at him. “He’ll get cocky soon. See the watch? He bought it this week. That's nothing compared to what his internet history suggests.”

Damian - (12) AKA Green Mask. There’s not much to change here. Damian came into Bruce’s life at 8, already trained to kill. Something of a gift from the al Gul’s. Damian is just as brutal as Bruce was in his early years, but Bruce focuses on helping Damian be a child again. All Bruce wants is to be close with his son, much to Damian’s early protests. Bruce is terrible about spoiling Damian and letting him get away with things because Damian is the baby of the family. Because of this, Damian is Bruce’s trigger. Especially for the jobs that have to be done swiftly and quietly.

Damian realizes that there is more to learn then ways to kill, and learns from Dick about the ways of manipulation, how to present oneself to get what you want. With this, Damian often acts younger than he is to appear innocent and lovable. He tried to kill each one of Bruce’s kids at least once when he first came into the house, but after several impressive retaliations, Damian has seen their strength and recognizes how much he can learn from them. The caring nicknames and affectionate hugs were things that he pretends to only tolerate, but he becomes insufferable if he doesn’t receive affection from them.

“But Father, you promised!” Damian stamps his foot, letting the echo of the cave give the action more grandiose than it actually felt. Bruce responds to his childish outbursts more than his calculative reasoning.

Bruce sighs, kneeling down and cupping Damian’s face with gentle hands, “Yes, I know, Dami. But that was before you handcuffed Tim to the stairway railing for three hours.”

Damian crosses his arms and sets a pout to his lips, “He could have gotten out of them if he wanted to,” He mumbles.

“That is not the point and you know that, darling.”

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Bonus:

Damian texting at 1am after not receiving a single pat on the head from his brothers all day: inshallah you will wake in the depths of nightmares most vile

Dick a millisecond later: bb bat wdym?? :(

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wifegideonnav · 5 months

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btw if you haven’t watched this jacob geller video essay i highly recommend that you do. it discusses anti-shooter architecture in schools and how that relates to the way in which the worlds in fps games are designed with firefights in mind. his thesis regards the mental impacts of receiving one’s schooling in a building that is designed for the possibility that someone will enter it with the intent of shooting as many people as possible. less than 17 minutes, easy to follow, and hauntingly compelling.

#op #jacob geller #school shooting tw #gun mention tw #Youtube #<- it auto added this and I can’t get rid of it. fuck you

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befuddled-calico-whump · 6 months

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Hand in Hand (part nine)

@whumptober No. 15: "I'm Fine"

cw: broken bones, gun mention

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Of all the things Jin expects to find while raiding a Riot Kings' base, Melchior is not one of them.

Especially not a Melchior who's chained to a bed.

When Jin kicks the door in, gun drawn, ready to make contact, he's met with a sharp rattling sound as the leader of the Riot Kings is startled awake.

At first, neither of them speak. It's not exactly the kind of situation you'd have a speech prepared for. Jin keeps his gun level, if only out of habit, as he takes in the full scene. Melchior's sunken cheeks, the dark half-moons under his eyes, the old bruises peeking out wherever there's exposed skin. He's wearing the usual crimson suit, but it's torn and rumpled, and his gaze seems like it's been blunted somehow, like a knife used to chop rocks. He looks half-dead, for lack of a better term.

What the actual fuck is going on here?

There's always the possibility that this is an elaborate trap, but it seems out of left-field, even for Melchior. Why chain yourself down and play a prisoner when the rest of your men are retreating, leaving you behind?

Melchior is the first to break the silence.

"Y-you're with the Fleet," he says, in a voice hoarse and tired. It isn't a question, but Jin nods.

The next words out of his mouth catch Jin even more off guard.

"Arrest me. Please."

This is feeling more and more wrong by the second. Even as implausible as it seems, why would Melchior outright ask to be taken in unless he had some kind of plan? But in spite of his suspicions, Jin lowers the gun and moves closer.

He'll at least do a full assessment before making a decision. Jin gives a sharp tug on each chain, assuring they're actually secure, then begins patting Melchior down, checking for any concealed items.

"Wait, wait! N-not yet, there's someone else," Melchior says.

Jin pauses in his search, glancing down at him. "Who?"

"Wes. Another prisoner. He's... You have to get him first. Before it's too late."

Too late for what? Jin shakes his head, and continues patting Melchior down. "Once I've cleared you, I'll have my team search for him," he says. "I'm sure he can wait."

"No. Please, he's hurt, he--nghh!" His voice breaks off into a barely-suppressed scream as Jin's hands move down his right leg, just past the knee. Jin reaches for his knife and cuts away the pant leg, grimacing when he sees what's beneath it. The top half of Melchior's shin is a mess of swollen skin and dark bruises. Broken for sure, and not cleanly.

"You'll need a medic," he says flatly. If Melchior can't walk, that complicates his exit. He'll have to get someone else in here to help move him. "Do you have any other notable injuries?"

"I'm fine."

Doubtful.

"Please. You can leave me chained up here, but you need to save him first--"

"Save him?"

"Arrest him, wh-whatever the fuck it takes, please." His voice is rising, but it's more desperation than anger, and it's enough to make Jin doubtful on what he should believe.

He's always cautious, always careful. It's muscle memory. But right now, his gut is telling him Melchior isn't pretending. The feeling is doubled when he glances up and sees that Melchior is crying.

Jin sheaths his knife, pulling back from the bed. "Fine," he says, and the other man visibly relaxes.

The restraints are real, and locked in place, and there's no way Melchior's going anywhere anyway with a break like that, at least not quickly. He has nothing to lose by taking his word at face value, just this once.

"Where do I find him?"

"Left of this room, down a long hall. I-it's a locked cell." He's spitting out directions almost too fast for Jin to make sense of, but he manages to catch the important words. Left. Hall. Cell.

Again, Jin answers with a nod. He'll grab a few team members before actually making his way towards this new target. Just because instinct isn't telling him it's a setup doesn't mean he'll rush in without thinking.

As he pulls the door shut behind him, he swears he hears a thank you.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles @shywhumpauthor @whumpsday

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #i'm fine #oc #fic #broken bones tw #gun mention tw #rescue #reluctant caretaker #look guys jin's danger matrix gets a lot looser when nabi's not in the picture #begging #shorter part i suppose #its almost midnight rock on #whump #riotkingsau

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angeldcgs · 30 days

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open: f/nb 21+ based: duncan and his family have been holding your muse captive and he's decided to take them out to the woods to play a game who: duncan mcdermott, he/him, 27, bisexual, drug dealer/serial killer

"it's your lucky day, bunny!" his cheerful tone rang out through the woods, reverberating off the trees, nothing and nobody else around for miles to bear witness as he dragged the wriggling body of his prey out of the bed of his uncle's truck and into a clearing amidst a thicket of trees. "thought ya' might like a lil' fresh air after bein' cooped up in that cage 'a yours. easy now, easy." a simple shift of his hips forward was enough to settle their squirming, deliberately pressing the g.un tucked into the waistband of his jeans against their back in the process. "we're gonna play a lil' game now, bunny. y' listenin'? so, i'm gonna untie your hands, and you're gonna run. that's all ya' gotta do, just run. now, me? i'm gonna count to twenty, and then i'm gonna come after ya'. if ya' get away, well, by golly, congratulations! y' done won yourself the game, bunny! but if i catch ya', that means i win. understand?" there was no need to elaborate on what the winner's prize would be, because it didn't matter either way. there was no getting out of these woods without duncan or one of his family to lead them out— not even the cops dared set foot past the tree line. "i'll even take this here tape off, if ya' like. go ahead and scream y'er lil' lungs out, 'cause ain't nobody gonna hear ya' but me!"

#{ duncan mcdermott — starter }#indie rp #indie horror rp #indie smut rp #open rp #{ open starter }#kidnapping tw #gun mention tw

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coreofgold · 6 months

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@devilsmenu for Harriet

"You know I fought a rat with a gun and a hay-filled thing," Gil said. "The rat was kind of cute, actually. Couldn't get his little paw around the trigger."

#hey guys ! they are here ! (gil interacts)#devilsmenu #muse: harriet #captain of her own crew (harriet hook)#gun mention tw

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snaill-dragon · 7 months

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OKAY BESTIES ITS DONE.

Okay so like. Warning for a very badly drawn gun that’s just an L with lines and never actually shot.

Also a dark atmosphere? But no shown gore or violence.

There’s a transcript and a description of what’s going ok under the cut that i suggest you give a look because it kind of explains some reactions and expressions. But first;

34 HOURS IS THE FINAL TIME BITCHES! That’s 34 hours of work split between 4 days. Since I didn’t y’a know, work on it non stop. I’m not insane.

Lol. Please reblog this if you can I spent so long on it.

The scene starts with Anna Williams, a brown haired woman with blue magic crackling around her, standing over Hailey. She’s holding a wooden stake to his head, but suddenly turns around and asks:

“Arin?”

The screen flips to show a young man with brown hair and a purple shirt holding a gun. Arin Williams takes a step back from Anna as she reaches a hand out to him. She verbally confirms it’s him, saying his name, but when she sees him back up she continues.

“I won’t hurt you. I would *NEVER* hurt you.” As she says this an angry expression comes over Anna’s face and her magic flickers for a second. She finishes with: “All we have left is each other.”

The screen moves to only show Arin, who’s saying: “You’ve taken everything from me! You can say what you want, but you dont ‘have me.’ I will never be on your side.” The word never is underland to show Arin puts an emphasis on it.

Anna reacts to this by looking away with shaking eyes, showing her surprise and uncertainty. Her eyes then tighten into anger and she says “You don’t understand! They lied to you!” as she says this she moves her hands out and her wings also unfurl with them. From the corner of the shot, Hailey yells back “No!”

Anna raises her voice and replies “YES! You did.” She then looks back from Hailey to Arin, and smiles. She continues without yelling: “but it’s okay. If you let me, I can help you.” during this interaction someone else(Carmen but you can’t tell yet) pulls Hailey off screen without Anna noticing.

When Arin responds to Anna’s offer to help him by aiming his gun at her, she grows angry again and states “I will help you.” She uses her magic to push the gun out of Arins hand. Then Carmen enters the scene, Anna looks surprised, and Carmen tells Arin to “RUN!”

As Carmen runs at Anna, who moves to the side, the screen starts to fade black. By the time Carmen has reached the center of the screen with Anna it’s gone completely black. After a moment, the video ends with the words 'thanks for watching.’

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fcdcdmcmories · 5 months

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MARK HOFFMAN HAD LOST HIS SHIT. well, it had never seemed as if the man truly had it together, but.. right now, it was different. he had never seen the other so angry and .. in a way, he understood. hadn't he done the same thing when cecilia had been taken? hadn't he tried to do whatever he could to get her back? YES. regardless, he wasn't about to put it past the other to think of doing something fucking stupid and he couldn't allow that to happen. would he put it past the fucker to try and take her back to pederson to get the cure for his boyfriend? no and .. parker knew he would die again before letting that happen. which was precisely why he had settled down on the floor outside of her room, almost to .. keep watch. was he armed? WELL, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN FOOLISH NOT TO BE. "oh, hey, kiddo," when he saw gideon, he relaxed a little bit, but not all that much. "want to join me? floor's more comfortable than it looks and .. i could use the company." he could. @xtinyslip

#( she'll be the death of you . you just haven't seen it yet . || parker sears ).#tw: death mention #tw: mental health #Had to bc I love these two. xD #gun mention tw

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gravityvampire · 2 months

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Per wife - Deathless

#gun mention tw #gun tw #💀 || deathless

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biolizardboils · 5 months

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Since people see The End as whatever they view death as, how much do you wanna bet that a lot of Mobians just saw a giant gun in the sky pointed toward the planet while monologuing about its infinite nature and inevitable victory on the day it was released.

holy shit jkfdszhjkd??

#ask #asks #calamitycatchaos #sth #frontiers #the end #not just me talking #me talking #guns tw #gun tw #gun mention tw #guns mention tw #guns ment tw #gun ment tw

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lcngliive · 6 months

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hwevent16 - the maze

ben & han ( @rcvcrics ) prompt 11 - monster ( a rat with a gun )

ben blinked a few times. "is that-" he paused, brow furrowing slightly as he looked at his dad and then back to whatever he was seeing. "is that a rat with a kriffing gun?" he asked. "if that attacks us and one of us get shot by a fucking rat, I swear - we tell no one," he didn't want to need to explain that one to anyone. they'd probably never live it down.

#ben || interactions #ben || private starters #&& han #hwevent16 #gun mention tw #swearing tw #shooting mention tw

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tragcdysewn · 6 months

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closed starter for kaya dura!! ( @mcrcki )

13. Monster: Werewolf

kriya's blaster went off as she tried to finish off the creature, grunting in frustration as the beast moves and the bolt only skims it's ear. hearing someone approach behind her, her gaze briefly lands on her sister before returning to the fight. "turn around, kaya!"

#( && kriya dura interacts )#( && kaya dura )#hwevent16 #gun mention tw

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 6 months

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Does the cow poll include the time it takes to convince the owner to let me on to their land and touch their cow? Because I live in the US and would rather not get shot

I too live in the US lol. Also cows can be very dangerous.

Honestly I saw a bumper sticker that said “have you hugged a cow today?” And I was thinking… I don’t even know where to find a cow.

The rest is history (and muting my notifications lmao)

#i live in fear of the cow poll #gun mention tw

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mcrcki · 1 month

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"samara! i'm here early, i know, but i just let myself in!" sella had agreed to these lessons with her niece, considering how upset they'd seemed about her having that gun without actually ever taking a class.. but mainly because it gave her an excuse to get a new 'training' outfit, now decked out in head to toe pink workout gear, hair pulled back into a ponytail, sealed with a bow-- though, as she walked into her niece's apartment, yelling for them, the last thing they expected to see was a stranger, jumping a little at the sight of him. "oh! not samara!"

@tragcdysewn for shi wudu

#tragcdysewn #s. interactions #sella || shi wudu #gun mention tw

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totally-not-a-dod-agent · 9 months

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July 14th - a cabin in The Pines

[Encoded message from Agent Henri J.Broussais - Badge number AARO 035460 ] Gsv gldm lu Drxpvw'h Ivhg rh kvzxvufo rm zkkvzizmxv. Rg rh nvwrfn rm hrav. Gsv yfhrmvhhvh rm gldm ziv nliv ezirvw gszm gsv hrav lu gsv gldm dlfow hfttvhg, zmw nb gdl szmwh zivm'g vmlfts gl xlfmg gsv hgizmtv lxxfiivmxvh R szev hvvm lm nb urihg wzb. R droo sldvevi hgrxp gl gsv kzigh gszg blf szev hvmg nv gl rmevhgrtzgv : Gsv nlhg wrhgfiyrmt uli gsv nlnvmg, yfg zohl gsv urihg lyhviezgrlm (louzxglib) gszg R dzh zyov gl nzpv: gsviv vnvitvh uiln gsv nrmvh z kvhgrovmgrzo lwli ivnrmrhxvmg lu hfoufi zmw xlzo. Gsrh hnvoo rh ulfmw zoo levi gsv xrgb, wfv gl z nzhhrev zmw vcgvmhrev xzev mvgdlip. R ollp ulidziw gl nliv xovziob vhgzyorhsrmt z nzk lu gsv wruuvivmg xvoozih. Zh R urmw gsv zhkvxg lu gsvhv zmrnzoh izgsvi gilfyormt, blf droo urmw zggzxsvw z kslgl lu gsv svinrg xizyh gszg hdzin zoo levi gldm: gsvb hvvn gl yv dvzirmt kzigh lu orhgvw zmlnzob NV-DI-Z184 zh z hsvoo. R droo xzgxs lmv zmw hvmw rg gl blf hllm uli zmzobhrh rm gsv mvcg uvd wzbh. Kovzhv xlnnfmrxzgv lm dsvgsvi li mlg blf drhs uli z hkvxrnvm, zmw ru blf wl, kivxrhv dsvgsvi blf dzmg rg wvzw li zorev. Regards, Agent Broussais, AARO

[Encoded message from Agent Henri J.Broussais - Badge number AARO 035460 ] The town of Wicked's Rest is peaceful in appearance. It is medium in size. The businesses in town are more varied than the size of the town would suggest, and my two hands aren't enough to count the strange occurrences I have seen on my first day. I will however stick to the parts that you have sent me to investigate :

The most disturbing for the moment, but also the first observation (olfactory) that I was able to make: there emerges from the mines a pestilential odor reminiscent of sulfur and coal. This smell is found all over the city, due to a massive and extensive cave network. I look forward to more clearly establishing a map of the different cellars.

As I find the aspect of these animals rather troubling, you will find attached a photo of the hermit crabs that swarm all over town: they seem to be wearing parts of listed anomaly ME-WR-A184 as a shell. I will catch one and send it to you soon for analysis in the next few days. Please communicate on whether or not you wish for a specimen, and if you do, precise whether you want it dead or alive.

Regards, Agent Broussais, AARO

Henri pressed send. Disconnecting himself from the Department of Defense’s platform, he shut his computer and reached in the ashtray for his cigarette. Standing up to his feet, he headed toward the window. The air purifier he brought alongside him wasn’t precisely doing a good enough job regarding the town’s stench.

The cabin the CIA had gotten him was nothing special. He supposed a miner, in his 30’s, itinerary, without a girl or boy in his life, wouldn’t have had a special place for himself. At least it was quiet here, and it would have enough room for his dog while he was out in the mines.

This cabin reminded him of the small house he had grown up in, in the Reno suburbs. With the kind of father he had, you wouldn't expect to ever have anything nice. Whatever money his father earned in cons was usually lost in gambling rather than invested into his son’s education, for instance. The only thing Henri’s father had ever taught him was how to swindle poor sods, naive and clairvoyant alike. He was quite good at it. Though it was not hereditary, he certainly had inherited those skills from his father. What a bitter thought that was. Home was a place he rejected, a place he never wished to return to. It was a place both empty and full of failure, a void he couldn’t ever fully escape, even after all these years. It showed in the way he couldn’t trust anyone fully, in the way he always felt a need to find the catch. If it had done its load of damage to any relationship he had tried to pursue, it did wonders for his career, and he had figured that this was probably the best he could get from life. It was easier this way.

Taking a glance at the red, beat up pick up truck parked in the driveway took him out of his torpor. Right. He needed to shop for groceries. He supposed that would allow him to get another look at the town. You could learn a bunch of things looking at people. The supermarket was a good spot for him to get an idea of the general mood. He could only hope the produce wouldn’t share the town’s stench. “Alright Buddy,” he gave his dog a glance while he picked up his baseball cap from his chair. It was nothing Henri liked to wear, but he supposed Elijah liked looking like a jackass with floppy hair, drinking beer at the counter and playing pool. A baseball cap was mandatory. This was the kind of job where he would be able to only rely on his wits. He wouldn’t be walking around with a badge and a gun attached to his belt or concealed in his back, under his shirt. It would be him, his mind and the whirlwind of emotions he’d perceive from those he interrogated. Getting a fucking read on that couldn’t be harder here than it was else where. Heh, it wasn’t his first rodeo in a supernatural hotspot. He’d be fine. “You wanna get shotgun?” Opening the passenger door for the golden retriever, he took one last look around and then, he was on his way.

#not a dod agent | threads #wickedswriting #gun mention tw

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