「             it was supposed to be simple.                 that's what their superiors had said,  that's  what  michael  had  known,                 and that's what they had been told.  get in, get information, get out. nice                 and simple.  the fact that they were sending a soldier with an AI  was  a                 bit laughable - it could almost be considered overly cautious, but -- the                 department of intelligence was nothing if not c a u t i o u s.

            so, here they were.                 ray was hidden behind a rock,  roughly  a hundred yards away from the                 nearest  enemy,  and  the cover of the brush and shade was enough to                 hide and camouflage him in.  the  vantage  point  was  at a good angle,                 and if any of the soldiers tried to shoot at ray, a clear path of attack was                 visible  to  michael to relay to ray in the matter of a second.  easy.  after                 making sure that everything was fine and that the situation was stable,                 michael slowly phased in, appearing above ray's shoulder.

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pisseddidn’t even come close to describing michael. he felt anger  like  no  other.  it  hadn’tboiled up inside of him until the metaphorical pot overheated and overflooded. no. ithad exploded. michael’s rage wasn’t fire ; it was lava, and  it  was  burning,  searingand murdering whoever came in his path,  whoever tried to stop him. because rightnow?  michael couldn’t be stopped. he wouldn’t be. not when these fuckers had raycaptive,  not when they threatened one of the crew’s own  -  one of  michael’s  own  - and thought they could get away with it, smug faces speaking of victory.

well,michael was here to take their victory, and c r u s h it.  mangle it until it was completelyand utterly recognizable — just like their faces, and just like other important, far smallerparts of them. ( they had balls, kidnapping ray and gloating about it to the crew’s faces.to  michael’s  face.  that much michael had to admit.  but  after michael was done withthem? they wouldn’t have any balls left. he’d make sure of that. )

it honestlywasn’t that difficult,  finding ray.  twisting his knife into one of the men’s guts and slicingup until the man’s insides spilled out on the floor was easy. shooting a man’s eyes outwith his gun hadn’t taken more than a  second  to  think  about.  and  breaking  their  socalled leader’s bones,  one by one,  while he begged and screamed for his life until hegave  up,  gave  ray’s  location  away?  had  taken  no  time  to  consider.  there  was  no hesitation  in  michael’s  thoughts,  no  falter  in  his  movement  when  he  put  a  bullet through the man’s head after, either.

❛ ray.ray. hey, fuckhead. wake the fuck up.i  know  you’re  awake.   fuck.   theseassholes   really  did  a  number  on you … ❜

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: YES. On Ray and Ryan and Yang and Michael!

Why Did I Follow Them?: I don't remember how or when, but I did love how they played their Ra-OH NOW I REMEMBER. Omg HAHA. It was during THG AU, he approached me on his Michael account and asked if he could play Ray and I was like YES TOTALLY WE'D LOVE TO HAVE A RAY so he joined the skype group chat and made a Ray account and thus Ray was born and I'm so happy he made him because he fucking kicks ASS at him.

Do We Role Play?: Almost every day. B)

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Definitely every day. B)

An AU Idea For Our Muses: HAHA WELL WE'VE GOT THAT AI!MICHAEL AND SOLDIER!RAY AU WE'RE GONNA PLAY OUT SOON....So there's that. ;) Among like, 50 billion other AUs HAHA.

A Song For Our Muses: Beneath Our Feet - Mumford and Sons

Do I Ship Our Muses?: NO. NEVER. never in a million years would you EVER see me roleplay or even DISCUSS shipping with her Ray!!!! never!!!! i definitely do not ship them, platonically or romantically. not even close. ;)))))))

What I Think About The Mun: God Michael is a godsend. I don't even know where to begin. We didn't talk much in the beginning but somewhere along the line we started roleplaying more and now we have each other's phone numbers and we text each other at like 4 in the morning to discuss very sad AU headcanons and backstories LMAO. Michael's super talented and picks up a muse and plays them like it's second nature. He's got all these great ideas as well!! He's a super great friend and I'm glad to know him and be able to talk to him.  B)

Overall Opinion: Man, I'd follow just about every account this guy made.

texts from last night! meme

██╎ ˟TEXT ➠`「 diddles no diddlingNO

██╎ ˟TEXT ➠`「 diddles no diddling... FUCK YOU RAY

██╎ ˟TEXT ➠`「 diddles no diddlingthere was a fucking rabid squirrel chasing my ass down

they stick by each others sides the entire time, just making their way across a few states, learning how to headshot zombies, where to go for the best escape routes, how to make the least amount of noise, etc etc

and its like that for a few months until they run in with the other four guys (who they dont know yet), and somehow a lot of noise is made and a horde of zombies comes through and they all have to fight them off, but there's not enough time to regroup or all head the same way and theyre forced to separate and split into two groups

michael's in one, ray's in the other

and they are so furious and terrified because they dont know where the other is and michael's just stubborn as shit and violent and antagonistic towards the others, maybe he's stuck with gavin and jack, and they put up with it for like the first five or so minutes before they get fed up and gavin's just like 'you're not the only one who was separated from someone you know! jack and i are missing geoff and ryan too!' and michael just shuts up from there, albeit grudgingly, and from then on its both groups trying to find each other

Send me a "...." And I will use a random number generator to see which of the following my muse will say to yours or I will write a short Drabble based on whatever I get. 

Michael let out a choked laugh, eyes nearly shutting completely in pain at the effort it took and at the strain it placed on his ribs and lungs. He could taste copper in the back of his throat, and his throat worked as he tried to force the urge to cough back. But the cough ripped itself out of his throat anyway, leaving it feeling like sandpaper had gone up and not just air, and Michael spat out a globule of blood, wrinkling his nose at the sight.

Everything ached. His arms, his legs, his head, his chest - fuck, he felt like an eighty year old suffering from a severe case of arthritis and organ failure. It fucking sucked. 

Dying was a shitty experience, Michael realized with distaste.

But - Michael opened his eyes, and lifted his hand to pat at Ray’s shoulder, grinning weakly. 

"Hey, Ray…" He murmured, and clenched his jaw again. “Dying in your arms, huh?” It was pretty fucking cliche, wasn’t it? He wasn’t going out in a fucking blaze of glory like he’d hoped he would, taking down the fuckers who had, ultimately, taken him down, but …

He was going out near Ray, at the very least. And maybe it wasn’t what he’d hoped, but … It was definitely something that Michael wanted.

With a sigh of relief, Michael closed his eyes.