“Well, that’s the point, really. I’m technically a super resistant virus. I also make sure I find ways to become IMMUNE to anything that might hurt me.” It’s been real ENTERTAINING, all the trials he’s done with household cleaners, illegally obtained chemicals and medical supplies, the occasional VENOM or other toxic substance. Alex starts out with the smallest margin and works his way up into immunity. He never knows when someone might try some new concoction on him, might as well beat them to the punch.
“Should I even ask where you went –––––? You’re known for being bit of a GHOST.”
“ I know, I took biology. “ she jokes, though it does ring with some truth. while ‘ human ‘, he must hold on to some instincts of a normal virus. the instinct to survive, adapt, and morph. that’s why he’s still around, no one can find a cure. whatever they spit out, he digests, and spits right back.
pale lips purse, eyes flickering towards her cigarette. a ghost --- painfully accurate. “ it’s a long story. “ how fucking stereotypical to say, right ? “ tried to take down the internet’s equivalent to the russian mafia, essentially. mobsters evolve too, y’know ? they bite pretty hard when you piss on their stuff. needless to say, they weren’t very happy with me. “
