the biggest dick-measuring contest since the Cold War
- give me one of my characters (old or new!) and one of yours, & I'll tell you how they end up together.
previous version of this meme here!
Laura and Victor
Karolina and Nuriko
Xavin and Dean
Charlie and Akira
Charlie and Naoto
Xavin shifts irritably under the unfamiliar skin and cuts his speech to the bare requirements.
"Stop following us," she orders. "We are not what you think we are."
"No kidding you're not," he rasps through the blood in his mouth. "Silver and salt don't do shit, that bimbo gave me a freaking sunburn-" If this was the man pleading for his life, Xavin didn't think he was doing an adequate job of it. "And now you're wearing my dead brother's face," he snarls, staggering to his feet. "What gives you the right?" Xavin shrugs (a newly acquired expression).
"If you have made this face your weakness, as your enemy I have every right to use it."
"Can't get his voice though, huh?" He smirks. "Don't have the mojo for that anymore." Xavin hesitates at that expression, certain this human has a trap lying close at hand.
She nods, "That was the witch's doing. To lure you here to speak to you."
"Yeah, see, that?" Triumphantly he jabs a finger towards the Skrull. "You guys are exactly what I think you are." Xavin begins to consider the eye rolling gesture as one to adopt in these tedious interrogation scenarios.
"Which is?"
"Monsters." He comes closer when Xavin brushes the accusation aside. "Oh yeah! You run around saying you're just kids, it's mommy and daddy's fault you're so messed up-- take some damn responsibility for yourself! None of this hiding behind other people, or thinking you're innocent no matter what screwed up crap you pull."
"I'm not-"
"Because if you can't get something like that.. well then, you just turn into the same spoiled son of a bitch I gotta drag down to hell with me- again."
"I am not innocent-" Xavin staggers her counter over the prisoner's snarls.
"Then you can drop the high and mighty shit pal, cause I freakin' know you," And by now the man is beyond smirking, having gained the upper hand somehow despite the shape-shift.
"Even with Sammy looking back at me," his voice breaks. "Especially cause it's his face, I know. You're just some brat, a monster hiding behind other people."
When Xavin strides through the front room, Karolina springs to her feet.
"Xavin-"
"I no longer wish to speak with him!" he slams the door behind her.
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