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“DO YOU WORK IN A MORGUE BY CHANCE? You a mortician?”
ONE-LINER SC \\ @blacklyte
normally , the doom slayer did not mind any monikers or names people would give him. partly out of apathy , whatever was given would receive no reaction on his part , his title was enough of a descriptor. however , despite it all , alex mercer had somehow come up with a name that... baffled him. “ out of all the choices in the world , you picked... bob ? why bob ? do i look like a bob ? “
/ / one liner call ( open ) : @blacklyte
when you hear whispers of the outbreak in manhattan, you drop everything you can to get on the last plane before they quarantine the island. you are so insatiably bored, and you think that perhaps something will catch your eye if you get a change of scenery... and if all else fails, maybe you will at least get sick and die. maybe. you doubt it. killing you is not a simple task.
you had expected a normal illness, but blacklight has already managed to surprise you. the virus (which, from what you can tell, could more accurately be described as a retrovirus) is horrific, causing its victims to mutate into disgustingly disfigured beasts, unable to respond to anything other than the military shooting them directly in the skull.
of course, though most rational people are hiding in their homes, you don’t really have anywhere to stay, nor do you care to find one. you wander the streets, entirely unafraid.
there is a man at the end of the street, kneeling on the ground with his hands clutching his head. normally you would not care about such a worthless observation, but you see the jacket he’s wearing. this is very clearly alex m.ercer, currently the most wanted man in the world. that is interesting. you wonder what he’s capable of, if he seems so indisposed right now. “...are you alright?” you ask, keeping a sensible distance from the man.
@blacklyte ♡’d for a starter.
@blacklyte liked for a starter.
being a somewhat newly made shifter had undeniable drawbacks. one aspen dealt with the most was their acute sense of smell paired with their dormant animal instincts. the slightest whiff of blood and she loses it. in this case, she had been caught with a rabbit in her maw. yellow eyes pierce the dark as she eyes the male, her massive tail slowly swaying side to side.
no movement yet. she’s waiting to see how he’ll react.
@blacklyte
This world was... difficult. Between the various creatures taking over the city and the chaos energy just refusing to work with him, life had been somewhat hellish here. Something as simple as stealing food had become something actually hard. More and more he had to rely on sneaking around, and less on actually fighting the creatures.
However more and more recently the mage had found himselr sneaking past these odd red buildings. They looked biological, but he wasn't willing to risk it to check it out any closer. At least not voluntarily, being forced closer to hide from those hunter things was becoming a necessity.
Closer and closer until the mage finally got too uncomfortable and decided to just book it. He was reasonably sure he could make it, or at least was until the first hunter slammed into him.
It felt like being hit by a car, and the claw slashes that came afterwards only added onto that pain. He manages a few slashes of his own with the daggers of ice, but he was finding it hard to pull up much of anything else. Which only left him with ice daggers to defend against the oncoming onslaught.
thinking abt lich knowing that TJ was secretly gay.. and thus.. when he does body horror with TJ he often makes it that out of his eyes/mouth he’s bleeding rainbow until maybe the mercer family realizes. then he will go back 2 nromal blood
“potato patoato” // i. dont even know who this is for
❛ my brother just died... not cool ❜
‘ ahh ..... see ? i told you i can’t go here. ‘ she sighs softly, tapping a finger on the ‘no pets allowed’ sign. haku wasn’t a pet, but rarely did anyone even try to learn the difference. kids running up to pet him on the street, shop owners turning her away from their business. the thought of registering him as some kind of support animal - even as a facade - made them both feel sick, so she’d learned to simply avoid these places.
besides, it left her with a wonderful list of businesses she actually enjoyed supporting. ‘ come on. there’s another cafe down the street. it’s great. people always bring in their dogs & they’re always super friendly ! ‘ she could get her coffee, & alex could make a new fury friend. seemed like a win -win to her. / @blacklyte ; sc.
