BLOODFEST

[virogenic]

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.

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[virogenic]

Cross took a moment to take a deep breath, letting his body's natural healing process close up the wounds. Shallower ones were smoothed over instantaneously, but the larger gashes took a few moments before the bleeding stopped. But, all the while, he didn't appear out of breath or ready to go running back home. No, he was a man who had seen his share.

...But that didn't mean he was skilled in other areas. When a woman's voice and the clack of heeled shoes cut through the silence, Cross' stoic expression faltered as he turned to face the source. He .. hadn't been anticipating an audience. He stared at the woman for a good measure of time; it became obvious quickly that he was surprised. Mostly because it wasn't another man or soldier, but a woman.

He straightened his posture, attempting to at least look respectable... despite the blood that now stained his clothing. "...I don't believe so, miss. But, this really doesn't appear to be a proper place for introductions like this." Obviously. Monsters were out and about and this rather done-up woman was just out for a stroll? Cross wasn't sure what to think. But he wasn't going to let her wander off without an escort, either. "Are you headed somewhere? I could escort you there."

[hittheclimax]

Certainly not just a stroll. Honestly, she had better taste than the wander aimlessly in hopes for entertainment that suddenly sprung up from the ground and pique her curiosity -- but tonight, she was just lucky to come stumble across a man (In a army get-up no doubt.) who had good taste in what to do for nightly activities --

-- Now if there was only something else they could do instead...

Cross didn’t need to say it; he didn’t need to say that Bayonetta seemed to be a helpless woman in amongst creatures of the darkness. And so, she only let out a soft amused sound, pushing her glasses up and making her way to stand barely a foot away from him; hips swaying, and she was almost close enough for the both of them to share body heat. Her features sharpened in what could have been mildly threatening, but it seemed playfulness override it.

"How peculiar. You seem competent to rid these monsters, but you’re a gentleman as well -- ?" Speaking with no lack of faux-surprise, Bayonetta only circled Cross -- that was when she remembered just who he was. Alex’s little boyfriend. What a shame, and she thought they could have a little two-person tea party together. Instead she stopped in her tracks, "Honestly, a man like you walking little poor helpless me home?" A thoughtful pause, "..Well that is if I did have a home right now."

[virogenic]

Cross had no intent of raising offense with this woman. He wasn't usually surrounded by females in his job, so naturally his first instinct was to protect. He watched as she drew closer with a curious expression, though most of it was hidden beneath the mask he wore. Such close contact was another thing he wasn't familiar with, but his posture didn't change. A militaristic stance throughout, even as she circled him like a cat.

"It's my duty to protect, that's all." He replied calmly, as if it would explain away his behavior. Really, there was nothing else to it. He didn't quite appreciate her sarcasm, but his desire to keep others from harm clouded over any annoyance he might have expressed otherwise.

The remark about not having a home, however, piqued his interest. "You're homeless?" Now that just wouldn't do. "Do you have anywhere to stay for the night?" Cross certainly wouldn't have minded putting someone up for the night in his newly acquired apartment. Sleeping on the floor wasn't the worst place he had ever spent a night, after all.

[hittheclimax]

Bayonetta couldn’t deny that she was getting some sort of twisted amusement out of ruffling Cross’s feathers. Too bad she was the only one that seemed to enjoy it. Putting distance in their proximity, Bayonetta leaned back against a nearby wall, showing no indication that she seemed uncomfortable alone, out in the darkness, where monsters could rip her to shreds. She was confident in her abilities, but there was nothing wrong with having a little company.

"What a noble quality, Captain Cross." She tilted her head twice, lips curved into a smirk as she raised her arms and folded them behind her head, "Now, let me think." She paused and let the candy roll around in her mouth. It seemed as though the monsters were making their way back, but she showed no concerned.

"Homeless -- ? Rather a crude word, don't you believe? I was meant to find a little place for myself and someone that is our mutual friend -- I do believe you know who I am talking about, of course." Swivelling her hips in a provocative nature, Bayonetta reached up and removed her guns from the bottomless pit that seemed to be that hair before she continued, "But let us continue our little chat in a bit, darling. These little buggers just don’t seem to know when to give up!"

[virogenic]

Now, Cross probably could have picked this woman's voice out a bit better if he had been paying attention to it more. As it was, it hadn't clicked immediately. Not until she said his name and rank. Cross' brows furrowed. Who the hell was this woman? Following after her with a stalking gait of his own, but despite the nature of it, he wasn't seeking to intimidate. If he even could at this point. "Who..--?"

He couldn't even finish that thought. She was mentioning mutual friends and then things started falling into place. She must have been that woman that had antagonized him--and Alex, for that matter--on that first transmission. Torn between irritation and indignation, he shook his head. Great. Just what he needed.

But, that didn't matter shortly. Cross eyed her and her odd...hair... before turning around again. Snorting derisively, he nodded. "Sounds good to me, miss." Without further prompting, Cross lifted his arm up, which happened to be sporting a massive grenade launcher, and fired several rounds into the approaching crowd of monsters.

[whipfist]

A stalker was on his way to where they stood. Alex wasn't going to let Cross out of his sight for more than a day, he decided. Yes, he was sure the man could handle the Darkness and all that came with it, but he was still a newcomer to the city. He had no idea what the hell this place was capable of. Not to mention the rather unsavory replies he'd gotten to his network post. Yeah, Alex had tracked it down and taken note of every single conversation on that post. He didn't like people talking about him behind his back and now that someone from his own world was here, he was even more paranoid and agitated about the whole thing.

Cross would probably know he was being watched, or would find out pretty quick but Alex tried to remain as incognito as he could when he neared, atop a vantage point on the roof as per usual. Subtlety and Alex Mercer never went well together. Still, he was silent as he observed for the time being, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of Bayonetta. How had she even found Cross out here... ? Reminded Alex of a magnet, drawn to him and whoever was close to him.

[hittheclimax]

There could have been a terrible joke about this: three stalkers walk into a bar and so on and so forth. But Bayonetta knew that this was not the time and the place for any loitering around. Her back against Cross’ fingers on the triggers of her two guns, and took position. Well, until Cross fired his grenade launcher that had her duck her head before muttering, "Bloody hell! -- Honestly! You Americans are all the same!"

Not that she minded much and not that it was for insult, at least not with that tone. Since they worked their magic of guts exploding and appendages being blown from their sockets, Bayonetta only allowed herself to take out the smaller ones, such as those that dropped from roofs and fell onto her. But even there was a little grace in how she blew their brains out.

Flipping back to her feet, she effortlessly grabbed onto Cross’ back, feet on his spine. It was probably a little cruel in how she used him as momentum to haul herself in the air and pivot around, guns blazing until she collapsed on her knees, straddling one of said monsters, a lick of her lips, and what remained of them was a pile of gore underneath her.

[virogenic]

Indeed, Cross took notice to Alex's presence instantly, yet he was too overwhelmed to address it at the moment. It wouldn't matter, anyway; he doubted that Alex would be content with just watching as they fought these monsters.

His companion for the moment was certainly surprising him, however. He underestimated her skill. A bad habit, for certain. He actually laughed at her outburst, however, reloading his gun as quickly as he could. "Hey, if you've got the firepower, there isn't any sense in not using it!" Truly Cross was an American with that logic.

Her acrobatic movements, however, caught him off guard. Feeling her feet against his back jarred him, but it was like hitting a rock; he barely moved as she pushed away again. "--Hey!" Little time for complaints, when one of the monsters was nearly in his face the next passing moment.

Cross grinned as it tried to swipe at his face, easily grasping the limb and snapping it before kicking the body backwards. His baton was out again in a flash, quite literally, burning and electrocuting the beast as it scrambled for him again.

[whipfist]

Cross' predictions were right. Alex hopped down to ground level after staring at the pair for a few moments, making his feeble attempts at being stealthy pretty pointless. Looked like neither of them were paying him any attention regardless. Alex headed over, not bothering to shift just yet - firstly, he wanted to make something clear.

Glaring at Bayonetta, he made a beeline for her first. Ignoring the heaps of innards, he stepped on them as if the were part of the cement as he neared.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A demand, he still didn't know her too well and their only other interaction had included two brutal little scuffles and less-than-friendly chats over the network. Whatever she was doing wandering into Cross after antagonizing him on the network, it couldn't be something harmless. Alex wasn't protective of the man, really, he was more concerned with how whatever she was planning would affect himself in some way. And maybe she was only attempting to lure him out in the first place.

[hittheclimax]

What both of them would have called antagonizing was nothing but a little bit of harmless fun, at least to Bayonetta. So when Alex slid down over a now-corpse and stopped at her feet, she turned, her guns ready to blow through Alex’s skull until the moment recognition had hit her, "Another peeping tom? And here I thought this city was at least marginally safe from perverts."

Statements aside, it didn’t faze her that he was annoyed -- absolutely infuriated at her and being with him. So, she placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh, "Honestly dear, are you that determined to tell me what I can or can’t do?"

Making her movements up to Alex, her expression was easily noticeable when it graced that of being absolutely irritated, more-so by Alex’s demands than anything else. But soon enough she did a flimsy exhale and shrugged -- hands gestured into faux-confusion, "But I have no clue what you are on about! If you even think for one measly second that I do this to torment you then you’re delusional! But since you asked -- " Once again finding herself leaning against a wall, arms folded against her chest, " -- I found our lovely little Captain Cross. Now don’t be mistaken, I am not humanitarian, but what little harm is there in having company for a bit of nightly joyride?"

[virogenic]

Cross finished off what was left, completely satisfied with this round. He sensed Alex nearing closer before he heard him, naturally, and opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed as though Alex had business with this woman. His own remarks would have to wait.

Sliding the baton back to its proper place, he turned to look at the both of them. Raising a brow, Cross tried to make sense of their squabble. Apparently Alex didn't enjoy her speaking with him... which only meant that Alex didn't trust her. Or perhaps she was a threat. Or, more believably and simply, her attitude just didn't sit well with him. That wouldn't have surprised Cross.

But, Cross himself felt largely out of the loop. And after all that happened with BLACKWATCH, he decided that being out of the loop was one of the most irritating things he could endure. "Anyone going to fill me in here?" He interjected, reaching up to remove the mask he wore, revealing an expression as unamused as his tone.

[whipfist]

She was so flippant about everything. The more ethic-oriented side of Alex was enraged at this, yet another side was intrigued by the nihilistic way she did things. At this point though, he was more pissed off than wanting to socialize, and he sure as hell didn't want her hanging around with ulterior motives. Assuming she had any. Cross, being a Blackwatch member, knew things about Alex. A lot of things. And though he'd like to think Cross wouldn't tell anyone here any of that, Alex didn't know the extent of this woman's abilities. It wasn't vanity, like he was so terribly important - no, Alex just didn't want to be fucked around any more than he had already been in this city.

Bayonetta threatened that. And everything she said? He couldn't tell if she was lying or not, half the time. Alex had a serious problem with being toyed with.

But he wasn't about to start whining to Cross about how they'd fought, all of that. Keeping his glare on Bayonetta he replied with a simple, "No. I don't trust her."

[hittheclimax]

Gloved fingers massaged at the bridge of her nose. Why oh why did she have to have sudden contact with two full-grown males: one that was acting like a child, and the other -- well who knew what she thought of him. First impressions were always important, so it was safe for her to think that he was a bumbling idiot or a G.I. Joe fanboy’s wetdream. Either way, she only let out a low irritated groan at the sudden tension that was between herself and Alex, and she only craned her neck and rolled her eyes.

"Really now? And here I thought there was no need for mindless trivial trust." Her own outburst even sounded slick, " -- You boys really know how to make a girl feel like a fucking megalomaniac don’t you?" And here she was, if they had only known that she saved the world at least once even if that was rather irrelevant.

"Ugh. Honestly my little kitten. Do you think I really have time to be concern of that." Another sigh, and she put her fingers to her temple, "I should give you a hard spanking."

[virogenic]

Obviously, Cross trusted Alex's word over most anyone else's, whether here or elsewhere. Perhaps more so here, given that Alex had the time to collect information about the various residents. People he hadn't the chance to investigate on his own yet. Though, Cross figured Alex to be the paranoid type beforehand. His perception of others was most likely skewed due to that. This was a very thin tightrope to cross.

Giving something of a perturbed look towards the woman's remark about spanking, Cross turned his attention back to Alex. "....Why is that, I wonder..." He muttered, only the tiniest hint of sarcasm in his voice. But contrary to whatever Bayonetta believed about Cross' intelligence level, he was studying her even then. Trying to pick up every subtlety he could about her, try to piece together why, exactly, Alex distrusted her so vehemently.

All he could manage to discern was that she probably poked her nose where it didn't belong. That was usually enough for Cross to be wary. He had no intention of leaking more... sensitive information about Alex to the general public, much less a woman that Alex distrusted already. He had already done enough on his initial transmission. And even that was apparently too much. Crossing his arms over his chest, Cross rolled his shoulders. "Is there any particular reason why you've got such an interest in us?"

[whipfist]

Giving Bayonetta a look at her irritating pet-name and the omnipresent threat of spanking. She was fucked up - it grated his nerves and yet it seemed like a petty thing to get annoyed over, so he remained silent.

Alex didn't have much to input so he merely stood, waiting for an answer and keeping an eye out for the approaching monsters. Rather nonchalantly, as he was aware that each of them could more than handle anything that came out of the Darkness, but still. Would prefer to not get snuck up on by something that vomited acid.

[hittheclimax]

Lucky for her that she suddenly felt like she was in for some interrogation. And in all honesty, Bayonetta didn’t find much pleasure poking her nose in where it didn’t belong. Herself and Alex had started talking and then one thing went to another - so and so forth. It was truly nothing all that interesting. So while Cross had started talking and Bayonetta rolled her eyes for the third time, she made her way to scrap of bodies and piled them up effortlessly until they were a makeshift chair.

She crossed her legs, took out another lollipop, let it roll around her tongue and gave the older of the two men a unimpressive gaze, "Come now, overestimating yourselves so much in such little time we’ve known one another?" It was no lie to be honest. She enjoyed her company with Alex with her little flirts and his blank state, and all that fighting.

Though her dear captain cross did seem rather protective of Alex, and that only made her smirk and lean back on her throne of corpses against the wall, "You on the other hand -- " Withdrawing the candy and pointing it towards Cross, " -- well, it was just fate that we ran across one another, dear. Surely you’re mature to understand that. Or so I hope."