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nogoodwitch:

           “Aw, don’t be like that, Mercer.” 

She’s balancing herself on the railing of the fire escape, arms out stretched and careless with her steps. Cathryn’s rarely been one of self preservation. Annoying Alex Mercer happens to one of those similar habits. 

He hasn’t killed her just yet though, which accounts for something? Maybe? ( Not really. ) In any case, she looks down at him, a grin on her features. 

         “We both know that you loooooove me. You’re only lyin’ to yourself.” 

         “ I would sell you to Satan for a corn chip. “

WHICH IS saying something, he supposes, considering he can’t even eat normal human food. Of course, he could give her the corn chip, and then consume her--but he’s known Cathryn for long enough at this point that he knows he does not want her mess of a personality in his brain when he was through with it.

So instead, he puts up with it.

If only because he can run faster than her.

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nogoodwitch:

          “Not tonight.” 

She watches him walk, before hopping to the next ledge, balancing herself and walking above him. This at least is something to distract herself from the impending doom of the demons lurking around New York. Looking for her, no less. 

Something in her tells her that the demons won’t go near Alex. At least, she hopes. 

       “You have my undivided attention tonight. Aren’t you lucky.” 

        “ Lucky me. “

IT’S WHAT he says, but he sounds the exact opposite of pleased about it.

Which isn’t much different from how he usually sounds, considering his emotional range ranges from pissed off to supremely pissed off, “with ungodly creepy wedged somewhere in between”, as Dana had once told him.

        “ I’m not hunting tonight, and I’m not entertaining you. “

He already consumed an attempted murderer yesterday; but he’d be tempted to push his biomass limits depending on how annoying she got.

[dvoyd]

what is more unfair than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero?         (—when you have to be both.) when you learn that the road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions.

you are not heads or tails; you are the coin | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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nogoodwitch:

         “Don’t act like you’re not happy to see me.” 

Cathryn should know better. She’s seen what he’s capable of and well, it’s not pretty. It’s violent and well, kind of gross. But      it’s fun to see him get to agitated. She’s perched on the fire escape slightly above him, tilting her head down at him. “I’ve missed you.” 

          “ I’m not. “

NO POINT in saying otherwise. Alex--even back when he hadn’t been a walking weapon of mass destruction--hadn’t ever given a shit about social niceties. Walking on eggshells wasn’t a pasttime of his, so at the very least, people could count on him to be three things: violent, angry, and incredibly blunt.

Hands stuffed into jacket pockets, Alex walks by the fire escape without a second glance in her direction.

          “ Don’t you have other people to aggravate? “

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“reflexes like a cat.”

[ castlevania sentence starters; accepting ]

HE STARES down at her blankly, the barest hint of distaste in his expression; she’s crouched on the floor of the half-built building he’d taken refuge in, having just jumped down from the floor above directly in his path.

He wastes half a second making sure he’s in a good spot.

And then he slams his heel into the concrete floor in front of him; it shatters and collapses underneath her.

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@ofbecomings liked for a starter

THERE IT is again. The nagging, prickling-at-his-skin sense that he was staring at someone that wasn’t quite what he seemed. His lips pull back in a decidedly animalistic baring of teeth; a quick flash of yellow eyes and Alex confirms he’s not looking at an infected. But the feeling persists nonetheless, and it pisses him off.

         “ --you’re in my way. “

[nogoodwitch-deactivated20180731]

castlevania sentence starters

taken from the first season of the netflix series

“i want to heal people.” 

“perhaps i could teach you to like people again.” 

“i think i might like you.” 

“perhaps i’ll say a prayer for her/him. a small one.” 

“be better than them.” 

“where is my wife/husband?” 

“i won’t let you do it.” 

“could i get some ale? sorry, it’s just that i think i’m sobering up.” 

“never met them.” 

“i think you know exactly who’s fault that is.” 

“i’m leaving.” 

“would you please leave my testicles alone?” 

“i’ve never lost a fight to man or fucking beast.” 

“oh shit.” 

“are you talking back to me?” 

“why don’t you go and get that looked at?” 

“last warning or this’ll get nasty.” 

“i’m out of practice but i’m stone cold sober. someone will get hurt.” 

“it sounds weirdly convenient to me, if you know what i mean.” 

“reflexes like a cat.” 

“god shit’s in my dinner once again.” 

“that was rude.” 

“i could pee in a bucket and tell him it’s beer.” 

“i don’t think i’m allowed into churches.” 

“if i enter the church and catch fire or something, it’s your fault.” 

“well tough shit.” 

“i brought you here to ask questions, not answer them.” 

“i swear it just moved.” 

“dying has never frightened me.” 

“oh for god’s sake.” 

“i didn’t do that.” 

“i fell down a hole.” 

“i know what you are.” 

“tell it to your floating vampire jesus here.” 

“you’ve got nothing but insults have you.” 

“stone the fuck up.” 

“please. this isn’t a bar fight, have some class.” 

dear god, please don’t let the vampire’s guts ruin my good tunic.” 

“i could still rip your throat out.” 

“living through it was just a luxury.” 

“no one ever told me that.” 

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@nogoodwitch liked for a starter

       “ --you again. “

Fuck him. The incessant buzzing of a pest that seemed determined to seek him out at every god-damned opportunity was not something he needed tonight. He was already in a bad mood because his last meal had decided to shoot him before he killed him.

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✌️ starter call !

[rezzydevil-deactivated20140824]

pointless funfact for today; it has been four years since i’ve drawn this douchebag

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person: touches me

me: who gave you the Permission

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I AM THE MONSTER YOU CREATED.

[martyrsuggestion]

you met god at a gas station at 3 am and he hated you

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    He doesn’t know the aforementioned Marcus personally and he’s a little bit nervous that this guy(?) is going to ask him more questions. “You’re welcome    ?” Also, more of another question than a statement, but he’s relieved this seems to be ending here. 

    When the guy steps over the body with more indifference than one should when they’re stepping over the people they’ve just killed Sam finally moves, right out of the way, back against the wall of the closed pawn shop it belongs to. By all means, Mr. Fuck Off Scary, continue on with your night far, far away from me.      “Uh, good luck. Or whatever, man.” Just… just keeping walking, dude. He needs a minute to process what the fuck he just witnessed before dipping out of here. Actually, on second thought, he can process this somewhere else. He’s not spending anymore time around whatever’s left of his dealer than he has to. 

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He doesn’t even pause to glance at the man as he walks by--but at the mouth of the alley Alex’s biomass prickles just under the skin. It’s a sixth sense, one he’s not sure whether to attribute to his status as a living bioweapon or something he evolved during his rampage through Manhattan seven years ago; something that left Alex as the apex predator most people didn’t get to see.

He feels like he’s missing something. Something big.

Something standing right in front of him.

Halting his footsteps, Alex turns a sharp glare back on the man who’d interrupted his attack on the dealer, and stares. Long enough to make him squirm. The guy looks scared out of his wits, but it’s not exactly difficult for Alex to incite that sort of reaction.

He blinks, his eyes flashing yellow with a sight type he hasn’t needed to use in years--but the man standing against the pawn shop wall remains in stark blue color and not the white-yellow of someone infected. Anticlimactic. Confusing. His instincts are rarely wrong.

Scowl deepening, Alex shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and continues on his way.

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    Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, he didn’t know bones could cave in quite like that. Half that dude’s skull is all but obliterated and to think that Sam had been on the phone with him only forty minutes ago. But then it gets worse. Hooded Killing Machine turns into something from out of a horror movie. Sam’s still hoping that he’s asleep, having some fucked up overly vivid nightmare that he’ll wake up from any second now. 

    Finally, however, his feet unstick from the concrete, a slight shifting of his weight backwards. Look, he doesn’t particularly care about being alive, but he’s not going out like that. “I… do?” It’s absolutely phrased more as a question, though he knows who the supplier is. And as much as he’d like to lie to Mr. Fuck Off Scary he’s pretty sure his expression would give him away.     “This guy    Marcus. Uh, don’t know his last name, but his name is definitely Marcus.”  

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Alex is utterly unperturbed by the gore at his feet, at least in the human sense--he’d had a particularly bad run in with one of Blackwatch’s remaining bloodtox diffusers recently that had drained some of his biomass, and heedless of the human standing ten paces away looking for all the world like he’d rather be anywhere but here, Alex glances balefully down at the rapidly cooling body.

What a perfectly good snack gone to waste.

He’s got enough biomass still left for it to not be worrying, but it’s still annoying.

“Marcus?” He asks, icy gaze snapping back up to the man. His expression pinches, gaze shifting quickly back to the body--he’d have the full damn name if he’d been able to consume this scumbag, but he guesses prodding his sister to dig around couldn’t hurt--before returning to the human. “...Thanks.”

He steps over the body with a disturbing apathy and heads for the mouth of the alleyway.

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She makes a face like that’s maybe not the answer she expected. Because it wasn’t. But, interesting. At least he was straight forward about it.

          “Okay.”

Perhaps this is time to turn around and leave, right? Any sane person would do that. Actually, a sane person wouldn’t of probably tried to strike up a conversation with this guy. After witnesses him murder and then, she was assuming, ate the guy. Or whatever.

But no one would ever claim Cathryn was sane.

( Not even Cathryn would. Ha. )

        “This like a Frankenstein kind of thing?”

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Alex’s lips twitch--barely, just barely--at the analogy. He’s got enough literary fanatics rattling around to understand the reference; more than enough to claim without a second’s hesitation that, yes, this is exactly a ‘Frankenstein’ kind of thing.

Alex Mercer was his Dr. Frankenstein. Zeus was the monster.

He supposes if the analogy holds true, at some point he’s going to meet his end, then--Frankenstein’s monster had, after all, been too monstrous to keep living.

               “Yes. This is exactly like that.”

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if we want to get technical, alex is, by all accounts, genderless.

like he’s physically an amorphous blob of viral matter and consumed biomass which through happy circumstance happens to be able to shapeshift--his ‘true’ form, the form he takes as the late Alex Mercer, isn’t actually his true form. It’s just the first form he shapeshifted into.

so if we wanted to get technical, when Blackwatch insisted that ‘Zeus isn’t a he, it’s an it’, they weren’t wrong.

alex identifies with male pronouns mostly out of ease and familiarity--the vast majority of his consumed victims tend to be straight males (with more weight given to his first ‘victim’, Dr. Mercer), so that’s what he identifies as.