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Who: Alex & Bayonetta. AND SURPRISE IDUI LATER.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: Sector 8, near an abandoned warehouse, conveniently.
Summary: Alex is pissed off and restless. Bayonetta shows up. Shit gets real.
Warnings: VIOLENCE - and possibly some other things
Even though Siren's Port was preferable to the hell he'd come out of, Alex wasn't finding his stay here much more enjoyable. He stayed up all night at his jobs, slept some of the day if he was lucky - but mostly just wandered around, testing the Pull or taking his anger out on something - over and over again. Was this what it was to be human? A constant fucking routine, trapped in a cage, and insatiable boredom. There were people he talked to on the network, sure, but he was finding the whole thing more and more irritating and had shut it off for some weeks, just to collect his thoughts - yet there wasn't much of a difference.
At the very least he wasn't getting shot at by the military anymore, but it was hardly fun to have to sneak around under the eye of SERO. Or AGI. They were blending together at this point, Alex seeing both as some threatening adversary regardless of which one did the human experimentation and which one did the human slavery. Maybe he was getting apathetic.
Either way, he wasn't thinking about either of them as he absently punched into one of the shipping containers left out, his hand briefly morphing into a writhing black mass before reverting to a regular human hand, split-second as if the change hadn't taken place. Though anyone watching would have seen the container go flying, a vast dent in its side, skidding across the concrete and making a none-too-subtle screech.
Maybe someone would notice and he'd have something to do.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: Sector 8, near an abandoned warehouse, conveniently.
Summary: Alex is pissed off and restless. Bayonetta shows up. Shit gets real.
Warnings: VIOLENCE - and possibly some other things
Even though Siren's Port was preferable to the hell he'd come out of, Alex wasn't finding his stay here much more enjoyable. He stayed up all night at his jobs, slept some of the day if he was lucky - but mostly just wandered around, testing the Pull or taking his anger out on something - over and over again. Was this what it was to be human? A constant fucking routine, trapped in a cage, and insatiable boredom. There were people he talked to on the network, sure, but he was finding the whole thing more and more irritating and had shut it off for some weeks, just to collect his thoughts - yet there wasn't much of a difference.
At the very least he wasn't getting shot at by the military anymore, but it was hardly fun to have to sneak around under the eye of SERO. Or AGI. They were blending together at this point, Alex seeing both as some threatening adversary regardless of which one did the human experimentation and which one did the human slavery. Maybe he was getting apathetic.
Either way, he wasn't thinking about either of them as he absently punched into one of the shipping containers left out, his hand briefly morphing into a writhing black mass before reverting to a regular human hand, split-second as if the change hadn't taken place. Though anyone watching would have seen the container go flying, a vast dent in its side, skidding across the concrete and making a none-too-subtle screech.
Maybe someone would notice and he'd have something to do.