BLOODFEST
Who: Robert Cross, Bayonetta and Alex Mercer eventually???
When: NIGHTTIME monstertime.
Where: outside, wherever there are monsters creepan.
Summary: Cross' curiosity piqued, he goes out to investigate some of these "monsters."
Warnings: VIOLENCE BLOOD GORE Cross killing shit etc.
Alex had given Cross a great deal of information, most of which pertained to things he didn't approve of. In actuality, the situation as a whole was unfavorable. Even if going back home meant having to deal with what he had become in a much more direct manner, this place wasn't much better than Manhattan. Supposedly there were creatures roaming the streets at night, and Cross had sneaked outside, despite the blaring warning of the siren that he was certain he'd have to get used to. He wanted to see these things for himself.
Sliding his mask up over his face--though it was a useless gesture at this point--he proceeded out into the darkness.
Things were quiet, and for a while, Cross thought that maybe these monsters weren't as common as everyone had told him. The streets weren't swarmed, there wasn't an omnipresent howl in the air or a practical fog of red overcasting everything.
But just as he started to feel disappointed, he could hear the mingling noises of something crawling around. Cross stopped in the middle of a street and looked around.
It was faint, but then it got louder. And louder. Soon, it was near. And Cross ... well, when he got a good look at it, he wasn't entirely surprised. It looked fairly similar to the Infected that swarmed the streets of Manhattan in droves, the same hunkered down posture and warped features. Barely giving another second, Cross broke into a sprint.
And all the while, his masked face broke into a wide grin. This was going to be fun.
When: NIGHTTIME monstertime.
Where: outside, wherever there are monsters creepan.
Summary: Cross' curiosity piqued, he goes out to investigate some of these "monsters."
Warnings: VIOLENCE BLOOD GORE Cross killing shit etc.
Alex had given Cross a great deal of information, most of which pertained to things he didn't approve of. In actuality, the situation as a whole was unfavorable. Even if going back home meant having to deal with what he had become in a much more direct manner, this place wasn't much better than Manhattan. Supposedly there were creatures roaming the streets at night, and Cross had sneaked outside, despite the blaring warning of the siren that he was certain he'd have to get used to. He wanted to see these things for himself.
Sliding his mask up over his face--though it was a useless gesture at this point--he proceeded out into the darkness.
Things were quiet, and for a while, Cross thought that maybe these monsters weren't as common as everyone had told him. The streets weren't swarmed, there wasn't an omnipresent howl in the air or a practical fog of red overcasting everything.
But just as he started to feel disappointed, he could hear the mingling noises of something crawling around. Cross stopped in the middle of a street and looked around.
It was faint, but then it got louder. And louder. Soon, it was near. And Cross ... well, when he got a good look at it, he wasn't entirely surprised. It looked fairly similar to the Infected that swarmed the streets of Manhattan in droves, the same hunkered down posture and warped features. Barely giving another second, Cross broke into a sprint.
And all the while, his masked face broke into a wide grin. This was going to be fun.