Alex Mercer / Prototype / Bar

[mm_viral]

The door opens - slams against the wall, actually - and a man in Marine fatigues barrels through. For a moment the stench of disease and the sounds of rapid gunfire follow him through, together with a bullet that wings his shoulder before he turns and slams the door shut, leaning against it heavily. He's panting, but it looks more like habit then

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[cado_curator]

"Regeneration...tricky business."

Alex is studied, cautiously, carefully. Wings are ruffled, not-quite-irritably. "New?"

[viralzeus]

Alex turns to the voice, eyebrow rising as he slowly looks the owner over. A guy with wings? Not the strangest thing he's ever seen, but certainly...different. And a hell of a lot more pleasant then what he has seen.

"Not particularly. Regeneration's easy for me." He answers, finally, turning to face him properly. "And yeah. I am." Arms are folded across his chest and Alex stands defensively.

[cado_curator]

"Believe me, Alex, I know how easy it is for you. But on the whole it can be rather tiring, can't it? Bones from blood, poetic as it might sound, isn't easy however you stretch it."

Davi only raises an eyebrow at the defensive stance. "And me without my flaming sword. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."

[viralzeus]

The defensive changes subtley, intense pale eyes narrowing at the guy opposite him dangerously.

"How'd you know my name?" He snorts at the 'flaming sword' statement. "And I've heard that before." His arms come down, but not to relax - his jacket and skin seems to become like black ink in water, writhing around his hands.

The boy doesn't feel like an infected, but he wouldn't have put it past Gentek to have tried to play god in other ways then the Blacklight virus after all...

[cado_curator]

"Couple of things," he says casually, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one, offering them out to Alex. "I'm not infected with anything, and this Gentek hasn't gotten their hands or any other body part on me. I'm an angel, suffice it to say I know shit. Like your name."

Davi spreads his hands, pushing the tight black shirt he has on up so Alex can see he's not hiding anything in his pockets. "If I wanted to hurt you I would have already, but as it happens that's either my job nor my intention."

[viralzeus]

Alex watches the 'angel' with narrowed eyes, the tendrils still moving lazily, before slowly they revert back to his preferred shape. "Stay outta my head then." He says shortly, obviously uncomfortable with someone knowing anything about him - though how they'd catch what was truly 'him' was anyone's guess.

After all, even he still hasn't got to grips with who and what he was.

Clearly still very much on his guard, Alex rolls a shoulder, not taking his eyes off the thing in front of him. "Who the hell are you, anyway?" He moves restlessly, as if he'd prefer to be pacing, every irritable flick of his hands or restless shifting of weight showing off how tense he is.

[cado_curator]

"I can't," he answers softly. "I hear everyone's thoughts. All the time. It's not as fun as you might think," Davi says, taking a seat at the bar and waving Alex into the one beside.

"My name is Davi." It isn't his given name, but he hates being called by that. "Do you read much, Alex?" Without waiting for an answer he continues. "I'm what they call a guardian, a curate. I watch children, in my world. Here I'm just as much a patron as you, albeit with a slightly bigger headache."

[viralzeus]

"And you can hear mine?" Alex hesitates, before taking the seat warily. "I have...thousands...all screaming, all dying..." He stares at the tabletop for a moment before shaking his head, eyes once more fixed on the angel. "I'm not human...Davi."

He sits back, once more appearing at ease and relaxed, though the aura of tenseness means he's anything but as he looks around the strange bar. "And I've never been here before."

[cado_curator]

"I know, to both. Don't worry too much about being new; it's just a bar. Admittedly, one at the end of the multiverse, but still a bar. Do you want a drink?"

He rests his hand on the bar and up pops a glass of what looks like liquor, with about three ice cubes in it, on a napkin. The napkin has writing, which Davi smiles at before responding. "Thank you, my lady. And yes, though not tonight."

Yes, he really is talking to the bar. And she's responding, given the napkins that pop up with more writing.

[viralzeus]

Alex watches this with characteristic silence, albiet a little...surprised, as much as anything can surprise the virus these days.

"...I'm fine." He mutters. A talking bar?

...Alright, that was surprising. Alex tugs the slightly blood-spattered hood down a little lower. All this has managed to throw him off his guard and he feels a little out of his depth.

[cado_curator]

Davi the boy--he can't help thinking that--and slowly cups his hands, breathing into them and doing something rather extraordinary. A little ball of light forms in the dip of his palms, obviously moving, but encased in a little hand-sized sphere.

"Take it. It's a sensation, given form. All it does it put you at ease, I give you my word."

[viralzeus]

Alex eyes up the ball. "Sensation." He looks from the ball to the wings and back again. "What sort of angel are you?"

[cado_curator]

"Guardian."

He offers the hand holding the ball to Alex again, with a neutral gaze. "I watch children, mostly. Now that my original charge has completed his task, for the time being."

[viralzeus]

He still eyes up the ball warily. "Thanks for the thought, but no." He says quietly. "I'd rather be nervous and know it's mine." He smiles, an expression that looks strange on his face and a little sinister. "Appreciated though."

The light moves a little strangely over Alex's jacket as he watches the angel. "So...this place. It's trans-dimensional, isn't it? You mentioned something about 'your world' - and this is meant to be my - Alex's sister's safehouse."

[cado_curator]

"No problem." The ball dissolves back into his hands, making them glow brighter for a second. "It's actually pan-dimensional, yes."

[viralzeus]

"Mmm. So like a dimensional alley-" He stops himself before his theories run away with him. "So..." He looks up at the wall. "For now...this place is safe."

Almost as soon as he realises this, the tension seems to drain out of Alex and he slumps. "Thank god."