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'Ok, I don't think you should be eating that.' //remember the pudding story
Not Accepting (X)
Wait, why? Reggie looks down sharply at his snack, old memories making him paranoid as he almost drops the pudding pack, mouth still full of it but suddenly he doesn’t want to swallow, looking at his brother with confusion.
“Why??”
'I have a right to be angry.'
It seems the older his siblings get, the more willing they are to do things like this. This being causing problems, making his job difficult and Reggie already feels older than he is, worn to the bone and stuck between completely wrung tight and too exhausted to care.
“I didn’t say you didn’t have the right. But I can’t help you remedy it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
network-robin:
‘Since when do I ever announce myself, Reggie?’
The conduit drops his hand to his side and cocks a grin back at the cop, wrinkling his nose as he does so. Like hell he’d give warning from being back from a long endeavor. Surprise factor was better, if he had to pick.
'How ya been, man?’
“Ah, no grey hairs yet so I guess good.”
He waves some at his statement, raising them a moment later to grab the others shoulder with his smile still broad. It had been a long time since he’d seen the blond, and the familiar face was certainly something that Reggie was all too happy to see.
“Where’ve you been? Been gone a while.”
The blonde is just going to poke Reggie's face to announce his presence. Guess who's back.
Reggie grunts at the prod to his face, looking up with a frown and words of scolding on his lips--
but it morphs into a grin at who it was, giving a huff.
“Very funny Ross. A hello does a decent job too.”
network-robin
Ω-- {Hmm. I thought something was touching my butt.}
This is why I don’t ride public transport.
crimson eyes glinting in anger, lips peeling back in a grin of bloodlust, the german known as N-C03 thrust out a pure white armored arm to where claws would coil tightly around a scientists throat, cutting off his call of alarm and reducing him to nothing more than a writhing mute in her hold. The entire interaction, from the capture, and the brief, bright glow of rune along the tech before the discarding of the corpse with a now raw, circular wound would be seen by Cain. //there we are ;w;
The sudden assault made Cain stop and stare. He felt the stench of blood, it was nothing unfamiliar. The SCP watched the scientist fall to his knees as blood was spurting everywhere.
Cain took a deep breath.
“You do know that this will get us both in danger.” He said in a monotone voice. His hands were shaking slightly but he stood in place, glaring at N-C03.
‘How do you intend to hide the body though? R o t it like you do with the flowers you sometimes touch on accident whence in the outer labs, ja..?’
Raising her armored arm, claws splayed and the palm would turn upwards, in a gesture of mild curiosity yet still laced with the anger felt earlier and vented onto the gurgling man at her booted feet. Casting attention up towards the roof, crimson optics peering through a dark mohawk, N-C03 would state once more,
‘Fotoapparat. There are cameras too… What has been done has already been witnessed.’
“Well, it’s not that hard to hack a body to pieces. Separate the joints, get a good knife to cut the tendons. Put it all in a bag and toss it in the trash, we have a container for biological waste too.” He made a chopping motion and chuckled as if it was some clever joke.
“Alas, I guess that plan won’t work.” He glanced at the cameras. “What are you gonna do? Run from the doctors? Keep slashing them up until they send MTFs after you?” Cain tilted his head.
crimson eyes glinting in anger, lips peeling back in a grin of bloodlust, the german known as N-C03 thrust out a pure white armored arm to where claws would coil tightly around a scientists throat, cutting off his call of alarm and reducing him to nothing more than a writhing mute in her hold. The entire interaction, from the capture, and the brief, bright glow of rune along the tech before the discarding of the corpse with a now raw, circular wound would be seen by Cain. //there we are ;w;
The sudden assault made Cain stop and stare. He felt the stench of blood, it was nothing unfamiliar. The SCP watched the scientist fall to his knees as blood was spurting everywhere.
Cain took a deep breath.
“You do know that this will get us both in danger.” He said in a monotone voice. His hands were shaking slightly but he stood in place, glaring at N-C03.
The dark glare directed at the man whom had begun his demise from the injury inflicted by her tech would transfer to the SCP standing idle down the clean hall, unstained by the gore. It would work its way up from Cain’s tight, trembling hands to his expression of disdain at her outburst, so her features would gain a light, if not snide look,
‘Ist mir egal.’
Shaking claws so that the bloodied bits of flesh fell to the floor, Forrest would round on the SCP, letting out a venomous sneer, ‘You shouldn’t be out of your holding cell either. IF you were there and not here, than we wouldn’t have this issue, richtigen?’
Cain remained still, unshaken by Forrest’s sneering and glaring. She spoke a language Cain remembered only vaguely, English was easier on his ears.
“Well, fate has decided that this was the moment when I would leave my cell. I assume for a good reason.” He crossed his arms behind his back and stepped closer.
“How about I help you clean up this mess and we forget about the incident as a whole? Nobody will suspect anything if I go after the janitor’s equipment.” He smiled sheepishly, unsure of his naive suggestion.
crimson eyes glinting in anger, lips peeling back in a grin of bloodlust, the german known as N-C03 thrust out a pure white armored arm to where claws would coil tightly around a scientists throat, cutting off his call of alarm and reducing him to nothing more than a writhing mute in her hold. The entire interaction, from the capture, and the brief, bright glow of rune along the tech before the discarding of the corpse with a now raw, circular wound would be seen by Cain. //there we are ;w;
The sudden assault made Cain stop and stare. He felt the stench of blood, it was nothing unfamiliar. The SCP watched the scientist fall to his knees as blood was spurting everywhere.
Cain took a deep breath.
“You do know that this will get us both in danger.” He said in a monotone voice. His hands were shaking slightly but he stood in place, glaring at N-C03.
