Just another day...
“ GOD DAMMIT, NO. “ Semi-screamsd that stacked and jacked Elsen. His figure set between another miner clearly terrified by what Dexter was shielding from: A January. A humanoid GHOUL that liked to bring death to the ones who worked the mines, and it feels like Dexter was already fed up with the shit he was put through. Of course, the ghoul was expecting an Elsen that was going to just curl up and accept the inevitable, not one that was going to claw, punch and resist to the very end, which was usually Dexter’s prime advantage; the Elsen might have been outmatched, even if the Spectres and Ghouls of Zone ONE felt much easier to deal with those who were from THE FACTORY.
“ Get the FUCK out of here. Before I hammer your fuckin’ skull flat. “ His voice lost all pretense of friendliness; these things dont even know what friendliness is. or common sense, in fact.
If there isn’t one, there’s another, and it was already priming itself to take the place the one Dex was dealing with; and delt with it he did. Dexter had dropped the hammer, and with a practiced speed, SLAMMED the pick end of that pick-hammer through the surprised Ghoul’s Jaw; hooking him from the underside and SLAMMING him into the mine ground. The pick was discarded and he took the hammer and began the process. “ I told you to get the FUCK out of here, and ya didn’t listen. So FUCK. “ The profanity was capped off with that hammer being hefted backward and over his right shoulder, before being brought down with a sickening CRUNCH. “ YOU. “ Of course... that wasn’t enough. It never was.
So the hammer was brought backward, and the process repeated itself. Just one CRUNCH after another. “ PEICE OF SHIT. DIE. “ Of course, this was all within the sight line of that prowling January, and that miner Elsen (although he was smart enough to run the fuck away.) In the dim light of the mining tunnel, Dex was given enough of a shroud to let him let go of his persona, and he used this as a means to relax; just another outlet for that desire, right? He can’t use the Elsen for it... this much was certain. After the third or forth swing, he turned and squinted at that other January, a hand pointing towards it. Which seemingly... made the thing retreat further around the corner. Seemed like it recognized F E A R to an extent. And right now? It was A F R A I D.
There was always a... thrill to this kind of thing. That feeling that something happened that wasn’t quite right. That it was T A B O O in some way, shape or form. Sure this was doing some good with the miners and the farmers and anywhere else he’s sent to clear out the spectres, but that feeling was still there, although it was f l e e t i n g compared to what he used to do, but considering how much he did it during the day? It worked well enough of a replacement.
Boy, it was sure messy as fuck though. Especially towards the end of the shift. Nothing a shower, a clean change of clothes and being sent to the docs to ensure he was okay couldn’t fix, though.
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Just some wonderful art by @voltangr-fanstuffs who just loves dex for some reason. Not that I Mind, though. It’s always nice to see the Elsen get some arts. During past RP events he has been transferred to Zone ONE and he kinda just... deals with the spectres and Elsen, which works for him. A productive manner to let out that DARK streak is always nice.
