The Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

There is very little known about this man. He keeps no friends, holds no true, life-long enemies, despite his job as an assassin. Even his personnel file with RED is sparse, containing only the bare bones of a story. No one has ever seen his face, no one has ever heard where he came from. His plans for the future and his reasons for joining the war are a mystery. It is as if the man is but a ghost.

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[whenyoureyoungandntwantsome]

thexredxdeath caught up to you!

Holden’s steps haltered harshly, his cigarette almost dropping from his lips, “…” There was someone around. He didn’t trust it. “Is someone here?” He tried to speak as clearly as he could. 

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Erik jolted a little when the young man reacted quite so violently, despite apparently not quite knowing whether or not someone was around. Theoretically, it might have been a better idea to be quiet and go on his way, but his inquisitive, mischievous side got the better of him.

"No one but a ghost, if we spectres count." With a little noise, the Spy stepped out into view with a slow, fluid motion. Worst come to worse, the Scout was alone. One man, he could handle.

"To they count as a someone?" The masked Spy tilted his head and began to stroke at his masked jaw as he pretended to mull this over. "Surely, all phantasms were once someones once upon a time... Though wouldn't being an ex-someone make you not a someone?"

Hopefully, it wasn't too obvious that he was trying to act as quirky as possible to annoy the poor man.

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What does Spymun think of Love Never Dies?

(( Pretty much this;

It completely butchers the characters and I hate it))

Basically, I see it as a big middle finger to everything Leroux wrote.

The person that wrote the book it was based on wasn’t exactly polite to Leroux. He basically called him a hack and a drunk and a bad writer in a little prologue thing and went on about how great ALW was and how his ADAPTATION was the true fucking story, then did… THIS.

Christine cheating on Raoul- actually cheating on him with the abusive man she fought so hard to escape from.

Raoul turning to the bottle and being a complete bag of dicks to his fucking wife who he risked life and limb to save and would have gladly died for in a completely random face-heel-turn that served as nothing but a means for Erik to suddenly be the good guy despite being a creepy psychopathic stalker.

A YOUNG BOY GLADLY LEAVING HIS FATHER RIGHT AFTER HIS MOTHER WAS SHOT AND MURDERED TO BE WITH A MAN HE DIDN’T KNOW JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE WHO STUCK HIS WILLY IN HIS MOM AND RAOUL BEING A-OKAY WITH HIS SON RUNNING OFF TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH THE MURDEROUS PSYCHOPATH WHO TRIED TO HANG HIM AND FORCE CHRISTINE TO MARRY HIM?!

RAOUL BEING UNABLE TO MAKE BABIES JUST TO FURTHER SHIT ON THE CHARACTER AND MAKE SURE THE LOVEBABY IS CHRISTINE AND ERIK’S?!

Literally killing off Christine and having Erik walk away from the scene of his only love dying randomly just because fuck you, that’s why?

KILLING.

OFF.

CHRIS-FUCKING-TINE.

I absolutely found this play repulsive and repugnant in every single way. While I do wish Erik had been able to overcome his demons and be with Christine, assassinating all the other characters just to warp the story and make Erik out to be the poor baby when he was a psychopathic stalking murderer-

I just. 

I can’t find anything good to say about this. And I can find something good to say about the version where Erik was a long-haired, platinum blonde, non-deformed hot sewer-man who was raised with rats for some reason and could speak perfect English because of plot convenience.

[rocketsmokes]

Emmerich nodded to the request and worked his way through it, separating the two cups far enough as to not confuse them as he often did with coffee, and prepared the man his cup; black and no sugar. His own was instant with one sugar and some milk.

"Hardly a need for that" he replied when the comment of paying debts rose. "I need to refill my stock of whiskey and grab some groceries. This lot here eats like lions" he idly gestured to the sleepy man around them while walking to the spy and offering him his cup "So we take turns in getting supplies from town. It’s my turn and I’ve been lazy enough the past few days. Can’t really delay it any longer or I may need to deal with a pack of hungry wolves" he laughed.

All most mercs were really it at the end of every day. Just a pack of hungry and thirsty animals ready to rip anyone’s throat out for a good bite. But kept docile all the same if everything is kept in order. Which it did, especially with Emmerich around. His duty to the base was of the highest priority. The rest came later.

"And it’s not fear I’m talking about, Spook" the soldier started again, taking a sip of his coffee as he started walking out of the kitchen again "It’s the cold. It’s an eternal winter here and driving down the mountain slop at around 50 miles per hour without proper clothing is going to freeze you before we even get to town" he laughed at that. "I’d suggest you get a coat. Or just use one of my own. I get a few spare if you’d like".

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So that's how things went around these parts. The Spy couldn't say that he was familiar with how things were run around these parts. He tended to go from base to base, never staying too long in one place. And, he had to admit that it was a rather decent way to run things. Human beings were social animals in the end. Even he felt the urge sometimes to join them. But, there was always that fear embedded in his very core. As much as he just wanted to melt into the crowd for once, he knew that he'd just be singled out again.

"The cold is no stranger to me."

What else could he say? He didn't quite want to go on discussing his troubling past to a stranger. What could he say, anyways? 'I spent years living in the sewers and also I was stuck in a cage for years with nothing but hay and a thin blanket for warmth'? He could always make up another lie, but he new better than to go about spreading too many lies. Not when a man had to keep track of all of the ones he told. As far as he was concerned, it was best to just keep his reasons to himself.

With his cup cradled carefully in one hand, the Spy gladly left the herd of sleepy men behind to once again follow along after Emmerich. "And I have a coat. You do not have to worry about me." Still, it felt nice to have someone offering him a jacket like this. It was a kindness he didn't quite know how to accept properly.

"Old Erik never goes anywhere unprepared." As if to emphasize his point, he plucked today's drinking straw from out of his coat and bent it at the joint before dropping it into his cup of coffee. "And I always repay my debts. My offer of compensation does not have a time-limit. Kindness must beget kindness every now and then."

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[rocketsmokes]

Emmerich couldn’t help but give the man a long side stare. Motorized bicycle? Good god which century did that one fall out of. Still he didn’t let the thought linger for longer than it really should, simply shaking his head lightly and taking a turn when they approached the common area.

"I don’t think you’d keep that line of thought when we actually get on it" he snickered to himself and walked into the kitchen, looking about at the various rather sleepy looking mercs seeing in and about the room. He paid them no more mind other than the casual morning nod before turning to the coffee making machine.

God these early hours were hell sometimes in this freezing top of the mountain base. Waking up was just difficult.

"You want some coffee?" he asked, producing two cups of coffee before the question was even answered.

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"Oh please." His eyes went rolling after the Soldier implied that he wouldn't like it. He'd done crazier, far more dangerous things over the years. What was life without a little excitement, after all? It was part of the reason why he had accepted this job, after all. "It will take more than a little drive to strike fear in my heart, I assure you."

But, that was neither here nor now. There was no point in arguing with Emmerich- or any Soldier, for that matter. Even after only a short time, he learned better than to argue with any mercenary he worked with- or against.  Even when offered a cup of coffee, he merely went along with it. "Black, if you don't mind. No sugar."

He spoke absently this time, for his gaze and thoughts were averted by the gathered men. Even if they weren't looking at him, the Spy was still a little anxious about being in a room filled with so many people. Out on the field, it was another thing. He had his work, and he could slip away without a moment's notice. One man, he could stand, maybe two at a time, but even this small group sent an odd shiver up his spine.

He tried to hide his discomfort, however, and boldly stepped across the room to join the Soldier with a stiff back and even stiffer nods to the men scattered around the room. But, despite his bravado, the lanky Spy promptly stood as far apart from the others, and even as far from the Soldier as he could without appearing too impolite- after all, he expected the man to help him later. Still, he hunkered down almost immediately, folding his arms and stooping like an old man to make himself appear smaller and attract less attention.

"If... there is any way I could repay you for your help, I am a man who always pays his debts."

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So, what exactly are you, Spy? Are you a person, or some sort of supernatural creature?

"Well, that would depend partially on who you ask and partially on who- and by extension, what- you believe. I have been called an angel by some, a devil by others, a monster by many, a ghost or a phantom by many more, and a freak by all. Some would have you believe that I am but a man.

All that I can tell you for certainty is that I am a musician, a composer, a singer, an architect, an intellectual, an inventor, a murderer and a freak of nature. But, no matter what you would call me, I insist that you call me a musician above all else, for that is the only title that truly matters to me."

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((Oh my god.

Oh my god

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

I have found a recording of my favourite ALW Phantom and he totally gets naked on stage and shakes his butt at the camera with nothing but a trilby covering his manbits and he's surrounded by a bunch of equally attractive naked ladies.

How is one man so perfect?))

[thexredxdeath]

If it's any consolation, I find you quite cute. uvu

"... I think you might require glasses, mon ami."

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horrortoy said: [[ I AWANTED TO DO A FLUFFY RP WITH MY PERSONA AND UR SHPEE AT SOME POINT BUT OHOLY SH HITT HE WOUDL SCREAM ]]

((To be fair, most anyone would probably scream if he went around without his mask. Can't say that anyone would blame your persona for screaming.))

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Even the Spy's seemingly boundless drive to create things both wondrous and deadly wilted and died on a hot day like today. Where others might have stripped down to the bare minimum to evade the heat, he was left sweltering in his suit and mask. There was simply no way of counting how many people he would have been happy to murder for that luxury. But, alas, that was a gift life had withheld from him. He was left a mess, slumped over the common room sofa as he watched the other mercs go by.

The wilted form of the man, sweating bullets, made him experience pity and amusement. His stylish ways had brought a stop in the road, in a very poetic way. Ethan stops in his bemused wonder to address the man, regardless of his lack of clothes on his own person. “You sure you can’t do without a little less? You can die of heatstroke..”

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"What if you took off the jacket and vest? Your hat hair can’t be that bad. " This of course was a crude assumption, based on his own reasoning. No one wore a hat in this weather unless absolutely necessary. The proudest hat owners had cast off their best gear, for a little comfort.

Even with his lack of clothing, he was still perspiring on his face, the smooth muscle glistening.How bad could these marks be?

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"I would rather not." Why did the Sniper want him naked so desperately? Erik peered out from under his hat with a narrowed eye. Now that his eyes were cast in darkness, the open eye glinted and gleamed like those of some large feral feline.

Raising a spidery hand, he waved it dismissively. "Enough about my clothing. This isn't up for debate. Monsieur."

[thexredxdeath]

Have some quick sketches of my Spy

((Just quickly doodling out my Spy to try and get his appearance down. Do not read under the cut if you don't like seeing facial deformities and poorly drawn open sores.))

[dustoffyourhat-deactivated20150]

Even the Spy's seemingly boundless drive to create things both wondrous and deadly wilted and died on a hot day like today. Where others might have stripped down to the bare minimum to evade the heat, he was left sweltering in his suit and mask. There was simply no way of counting how many people he would have been happy to murder for that luxury. But, alas, that was a gift life had withheld from him. He was left a mess, slumped over the common room sofa as he watched the other mercs go by.

The wilted form of the man, sweating bullets, made him experience pity and amusement. His stylish ways had brought a stop in the road, in a very poetic way. Ethan stops in his bemused wonder to address the man, regardless of his lack of clothes on his own person. “You sure you can’t do without a little less? You can die of heatstroke..”

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The Spy cracked open his eyes when he heard someone bothering him. Wonderful, another mostly naked man. The Spy groaned softly and tugged his hat down low over his eyes. "I'm not remaining dressed for myself. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, oui?"

With a little sigh, he folded his arms tight across his chest. "I've been known to make grown men scream in terror and women faint at the mere sight of my bare flesh. Trust me when I tell you that you do not want to see me 'dressed down'.

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((Would any of my followers like a starter?))

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((I've sent out all the starters I owe, I think? If I missed anyone, or if anyone else wants one, let me know.))