#unleashedcerberus

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/ starter call for @unleashedcerberus​

“Is that a dream, or a memory?”

[o-rusted-heart]

⚙️ (either Vince or Tifa)

It wasn’t the most dignified thing to self-operate with a screwdriver, but Nick didn’t exactly have the luxury to perform it any other way. His arm had still been damaged in that fall in the warehouse, part of the bone beneath crushed and the joint sort of... squished. It hurt, but he’d hardly had the time to examine it yet. 

His sleeve was pulled up, the skin beneath pulled back to the elbow a long time ago, revealing those metal bones and wires for what they were. 

It still was uncomfortable to see. But Nick still had to undo some screws so he could pop things back into place.

He had a deep wince on his face as he popped a screw when the door opened. 

“Shit. ...Come in, don’t, er... don’t worry.” 

[o-rusted-heart]

@unleashedcerberus​

He’d been taking care of Vincent as best as he was able, which wasn’t all that much. Nick wasn’t exactly a caretaker type, but he was trying his best with what he had; company, menial cooking skills, and waning understanding of how humans worked.

Though he’d found out right quick that Vincent was about as over that line as he himself was. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t do what he could to try and create normalcy again.

Which in this case was pancakes in the morning, which were properly discovered once Vincent stepped into the room. 

“I’m not the best cook,” Nick assured, “but I pulled a little trick.”

A whipped cream and chocolate chip smiley face on the pancake. If that doesn’t cheer him up... 

[o-rusted-heart]

@unleashedcerberus

He’d taken Vincent to a bed to sleep in in Alice’s home; it hadn’t taken much convincing to take up the offer, and it made enough sense. Nick was uncharacteristically quiet as he set the poor man down, cleaned him off, and then pulled the blankets over him. 

And he sat down in the corner of the room with a cigarette and a window. He could keep himself occupied watching the city lights. 

[revengecircuit]

🌻

-- Someone can make her twitch by eating and drinking around her computers, especially anything sticky. They will be given a firm warning. If they continue, they can expect to be bodily removed from the room.

[o-rusted-heart]

@unleashedcerberus​

“You think a scarf would suit me okay?” 

[o-rusted-heart]

The Takedown of Mr. Creedy

@unleashedcerberus

The walk was a bit of a long one, although not particularly arduous. On the abandoned side of the Ark, Nick had gotten fairly used to just... walking, joints be damned. He wasn’t used to doing it with company. 

“So, you got a story there, pal?” He struck Nick as somebody with a laundry list of talking points, though no inclination to visit any of them. 

Might’ve been the hair. 

[godshitsinmydinner]

@sulkyhalfvampirebastard @unleashedcerberus

Trevor ran an arm over his brow, wiping away the sweat and harpy blood before it ran into his eyes. He stepped over the wayward wing splayed across the ground, trudging back for the wagon.

“Come on, Alucard,” he sighed, giving his friend’s shoulder a pat as he passed. “We need to get going before the smell of blood drives other nasties mad...”