atlasways:
“Yeah, I guess I should have known. We’re not really supposed to be killing people unless we absol’ have to…” he rolls his eyes before he laughs it off. He realizes it makes him sound a little crazy to want to kill people, but some deserved it. Human, hunter, vampire, or witch. Species didn’t fucking matter to Atlas because that serial killer deserved what Farrah did to him. If anyone else had it their way he’d only be rotting in a cell smiling and breathing.
“So is it gonna fuck us up if I press it?” Atlas didn’t wait, he just pushed the button and waited for anything to happen.
Squid shouldn’t have expected any different from him.... and that’s why they’d disarmed it. Staring at him with an unamused expression, they carefully take the button from his hands. “You crazy fuck,” they mutter under their breath and turns around to pick up the second contraption they’d come up with for him.
“Now this,” they begin, spinning back around in the swivel office chair. “Is admittedly two parts genius and one parts magic.” They present him with a cross, the Derringer cross. Flipping it over, the chain jingles as it slips between Squid’s fingers, reveals a transparent slide of glass. With a swipe of their finger, a bright red ray shines under the glass and the cross turns from silver to black.
“Genetic reading GPS,” they say proudly. “It’s still in beta testing, and only locked onto my genetic signature but... It works, so, yay?”
