(( ooc pinned post Deuce edition: consider this page nsfw (violent!) for mentions of head trauma/memory issues, sinister shadow magic, clock admiration, and incendiary devices. if you're not a fan of people reacting to posts incorrectly for the bit then be warned. clubs WILL be hitting that mediate button. art is mine unless otherwise stated, and this post will be slowly edited as Deuce starts figuring out shit. so far, dear readers, you've discovered that he's from some human au. given the crew's track record it's implied that he somehow managed to get out of his destroyed universe alive. Deuce is aware that Team Sleuth and the Felt exist but not in the same way as he (vaguely) remembers them. he knows about other members of the Crew but they're not HIS, something he's declined to comment on just yet. he has like 3 fucking missiles. his radio is broken. he's got a lot of bombs. he's sleeping in his battledrobe.))
