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Jul 01

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“I do awesome stuff fer a livin’! I ain’t gotta take lip from some nobody commoner!

You did such a bad job, I ain’t even gonna give you a tip!”

Saevial laughed. This would be as close as he would get to insulting the CEOs, but at least the lardass wouldn’t put up much of a fight. “And let me guess. The sun doesn’t even come up until your big blue ass comes up to greet it. and I may be a “nobody commoner,” but I at least I don’t get my butt handed to me on a regular basis by a pink marshmallow.”

“Excuse me. Pink marshmallow with a sword.”

Jun 30

Anonymous asked: Don't lie, you'd rather program your head off.

Sae: Do you know what stress does to my programming ability and processing power? I work out to calm down, I calm down to program better. Having an implanted comm can only help in that endeavor.

Anonymous asked: Do you like long walks in the park?

Sae: Oh yeah. It helps to clear my head. Having a computer in your brain doesn’t make stress a good thing.

Jun 24

Anonymous asked: Do you have any other comrades that you haven't mentioned?

A magician. He grew disenfranchised with the shadowrunning deal and he quit to teach Magic Theory at U-Dub.

((U-Dub=University of Washington.))

Anonymous asked: HEY SAE. SPRING ROLL OR EGG ROLL?

Egg roll. Much more easy to ignore what’s in there on my budget.

Jun 17

Oh yes, please do ask!

Reblog if your character doesn’t have a father to celebrate Father’s Day~

visitorsfromanotherdimension:

masterhackerwheatley:

mythical-copycat-ekoro:

banjoandkazooie:

radiantjewelthief:

shadowed-mind:

crocwithawesometunes:

asksnarkychaos:

askpikachuthecutie:

silveryabsolutions:

lets-rock-n-roll:

angel-of-omega:

herooftwilight:

“…”

“I…I need a drink….”

“You get used to it.”

I lost one…

gained one…

then lost that one…

… nope… lost touch after I became of age to leave.

I haven’t any idea where I came from…

I never knew him…


I…never really got to know mine either…I really miss him too.
(And to save the spamming from me,Fi nor Bean have dads to celebrate with either.) 

{Present.}

Yep…

I don’t think so…

Sae: *takes another swig of beer* …yup.

(Source: internofthegovernment)

[video]

ABOUT JESSICA

visitorsfromoutofcharacter:

oocblogblackmage:

I originally planned her to die through BTL overdose or Black IC.

But being gunned down in front of him…like actually seeing her die, would be better.

No now she dun got shot.

Well, okay Mr. Retcon.

That’s fine, too, then.

((And I wanted him to have a nemesis. Someone he can’t reach and has made him hate the system for what it has done to Jessica. Someone he can blame and *GASP* ACTUAL MOTIVATION FOR RUNNING.))

(via heartofnova)

Another father’s day…another father’s day alone.

Sae sucked down the dull, hot taste of synthachol beer as his throat burned and his mind began to waver. He looked down at the rainy Seattle landscape. The Aztechnology Pyramid softly shifting colors and overtaking the secondly infamous Space Needle. This view…it was always so beautiful. He hated this view. It reminded him of so much. It reminded him just how weak he was. How the system was. All the people who can pay a good price can look down and see the neon strips of light downtown, the soft glow of the Pyramid, the majesty of the needle…nothing but beauty.

It sickened him. His dad made his little bastard son in the underbelly of the Shadows. His girlfriend was gunned down in front of him by sickening people and were not punished for it. He looked down at the thin veil disguising the dirty and seedy underbelly of Seattle. A picture worthy of the wageslaves and the zombies. Not him. He lived it.

A message popped up from the corner of his eye. He pressed his head against the glass and listened to the message play out in his head.

“Hey kiddo! Sorry I won’t be here…Listen, I…ahmmm…I want to show you some things…But I’m…kinda tied at the moment. I’ll be in Seattle soon, kid. Then you me and your mom can do something. Ok?”

His father. He wanted to make him feel wanted. Like he was family. But he was never around. He saw him once or twice when he was like ten but that was well over twenty years ago. Every message was the same. Hi, son. Can’t make it. We’ll be together again. The same hat trick of lies every year. Sae took another swig of beer as he watched the lights and colors swirl together.

Another father’s day.

Another father’s day alone.