#acehunter

Acehunter is a gender in the genderhunter system related to being a hunter and asexuality, a hunter of ace-ness, and/or a hunter with acespec-like qualities. An ace hunter

Acespechunter - A gender in the genderhunter system related to being a hunter and acespec, a hunter of acespec-ness, and/or a hunter with acespec-like qualities. An acespec hunter

@acehunter

❝Scan complete, Axiom. Proceed?❞

Ax looked up from his workbench at the gentle glow of the blue holo-screen that displayed a 3D model that slowly spun. With nimble fingers he quickly manipulated the model inspecting it from all angles, deftly expanding and collapsing the layers until he was satisfied that it displayed no flaws.

The word perfectionist accurately described his approach to work and something that he staked his hard earned reputation on. No way his merchandise would ever be labelled as low quality.

❝Mm... yes. Proceed with limit testing, EAMU. Oh, and put some music on will you, it's too quiet.❞

❝Yes, of course, Axiom.❞

He flicked the model back onto the big holo-screen and resumed tinkering with the half built project on the table in front of him as the sound of heavy bass enveloped his body.

If it had been anyone else Ax probably wouldn't have noticed his visitor coming up behind him, fingers trailing along the surfaces touching half finished gadgets and augmentations, but he knew it was her. He could tell by the way she walked, the way her aura just oozed confidence. Without looking up he stretched out a hand and lowered the volume enough to be heard.

❝Welcome back, Ace. Stop touching my things, they're not toys.❞

He spun around to face her, a half-smirk playing on his lips as he mock saluted his friend.

               ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground .                @acehunter​   [ load.scanner ]   prompt

      “   you’re going to be okay   .   ”

   there’s a chance the woman she’s talking to can’t even hear her but that didn’t matter right now   .   a quick thank you and a transfer of more than five hundred eddies to the random stranger that helped her carry the stranger in   ,   katarina is quick to move   . 

   eyes turn pink and stay that way as she scans   ,   groaning when she runs into a block   .   “   fine   .   we’ll do it the hard way   .   ”   she mutters to herself   ,   adjusting the stranger in her chair and jacking her in   .   a slight invasion of privacy on her part but there’s not much eyes she can do without actually being connected to run the scan   .

   despite the panic she’d felt only moments before   ,   katarina was fine now   .   the biggest downfall had been her inability to pick up the girl and get her two alleys down to her clinic   .   she could tell as the scan runs exactly the kind of affiliation the girl has   ,   she knows the type to have implants like these   . 

   maelstrom   . 

   He’d watched Night City unfurl into its deprecated state in what seemed like overnight. Connor had wondered how humans could allow such a thing to happen to them. Of all people, for how they’d treated androids decades prior, how could they have allowed a snake to slither in through the gate? Corporations held a tight grasp around the collars of their shirts, managing to always keep them an arm’s length away while maintaining them always indebted to them for it. It was synonymous with the treatment Androids had faced 50 years ago. Crime began to run rampant through the streets, leaving the police with fewer officers every year, leading to more and more crime annually. Technology was the most powerful it’d ever been with even top-of-the-line tech companies falling behind to the black market and cyberpsychos. 

   His departure from the Detroit Police Department happened 30 years ago; in those days, he welcomed the transfer to the NCPD with open arms. Night City was a vacation from the world beyond it. Those were distant memories, though; almost forgotten about if there weren’t any history books. What once had been a paradise people sought after had rather metamorphosed into a battlefield. Gunshots rang throughout the night, blood spilled on the pavements, and corpses filled the roads. There was always a smell of gunpowder and copper breezing throughout the city, the constant reminder of its fallen grace from the gods. 

   Another late night at the station had him turning the doorknob to his apartment at 2:18AM. A step is taken into the apartment when his cerulean LED flashes yellow, then quickly to bright red. A stygian figure lingers in the corner, perched upon his usual chair; he goes to scan the individual  —

“I thought I’d let myself in.”   The woman’s voice rings out, a nonchalant demeanor trailing behind.

   A quick scan reveals her identity, as if the voice hadn’t already given the piece away: Ace. A Maelstrom bounty hunter — constant pain in Connor’s ass, more like it.   “I see that. Made yourself pretty comfortable, too.”   He retorts, stepping further into the apartment. He flips a switch and the apartment beams like a Christmas tree, her face finally becoming visible. The expression across his face is clear: a hybrid of exasperation and placidness.

   “So, what’s on the agenda  —  Try to kill me? Have a conversation? Rob my apartment?”

pinned against wall prompts — open!

[ HIDE ]: while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen @acehunter

What the fuck just happened? One moment Kagari was happily walking along munching some chicken skewers and the next he found himself pinned against the wall of an alley half hiding whoever it was that had grabbed him in the first place. Worst of all he'd dropped his snack on the ground rendering it inedible. What an absolute waste.

@acehunter​ said:  45. ''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway / maybe they are drunk. be brave cha ✌🏻 (100 small details for kissing) (acc.)

Ushijima Wakatoshi is a creature of routine. The news often comes as a surprise to anyone who only knows him, the ambitious volleyball player ready to jump on a plane to the other side of the world t a moment’s notice, as that - someone adaptable enough to seize opportunities thrown his way. But those changes, those drastic changes are all part of a plan, small, shifting elements of a broader picture he exerts control over, stepping stones on a path he has decided for himself. It is the unexpected that sits out of his control that gets under his skin, throws him off his game. 

Sometimes, the unexpected takes the shape of an unpredictable opponent whose mind and instincts he can’t seem to understand. Other times --- the unexpected may feel like a pair of lips crashing against his, and the heavy taste of alcohol dancing hanging between shared breaths. 

Naeun has always had an undeniable talent for sweeping the rug right from under his feet. Why he has gone along with the act for all those years is beyond him; perhaps there is, after all, a small part of him, a small part of his oh so regimented self, that was always unable to look away from the storms she unleashed in her wake. This - her mischevious grin, the inane idea muttered in-between way too many drinks like it was a brilliant thought, just before she gripped at his shirt, is only the latest one of these storms he always, somehow, finds himself caught in. One hand still around his drink, the other perfectly unable to decide what to do, Ushijima is unable to determine which is the worst: how inebriated he must be to have gone along with this idea too, or how dumb-founded, stupid, and defenseless she leaves him with a single, stupid kiss.

。·*·ﾟ*·ﾟ🍒                 ❝ You’re super pretty. How is this the first time I’ve seen you in Lizzie’s? ❞