The communicator, as ever, has chosen an opportune moment to turn on. It shows a low-lit room, a tiny crocodile in its terrarium, a... bleeding young man
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[ He's switched to audio by now, and is hastily tweezering tiny slivers of glass out of his hand. With his off hand, it's uphill work. There's a tiny hiss of discomfort as he grabs a sliver and slides it out. ]
Sure. [ Read: not really, but could be worse (e.g. a vampire). ] You?
[ There's relief audible in his voice, that Tim seems to be neither a member of the undead nor eaten by one. He reaches over left-handed and switches the feed to video; hopefully Tim'll be able to talk to him without looking at his hand like it's a delicious steak.
[ He opens his mouth to say something like what the hell or are you serious that would put him firmly on the side of staying safely in his room. Hidden away helplessly.
He's sick of being helpless.
He's constantly the universe's chew toy, and others have the power to just do what the hell they please. The Operator is untouchable. No-one can tell Mirror Lamb not to come or go or torture him with plasmids. His mirror-self can taunt him without fear of anything worse than a broken viewing-port.
He wants to hurt something. He wants to not be the one who's helpless for a change.
It's not a good urge. He knows that and he's known it on all the other occasions when he's smothered it or not quite managed to. But he remembers the lip-prints on the reverse side of his bathroom mirror, and everything they implied, and he wants to smash the glass all over again.
His right hand makes a painful fist. But the muscles round his mouth pull into something like a smile. ]
*This narration is not going to lie, Tim thought it would be SO MUCH harder than that. He's so surprised he can't even answer for a moment. Then he breaks out into a huge grin. The kind of smile he had before things went to shit and he started being overly cheerful to make up for how scared he was. It even reaches his eyes and everything.*
I'm just gonna get some supplies and things, do a few test shots with this bad boy here. *He pets the gun* And then I'll be right down. Grab yourself a weapon. I'll bring the hat.
[ He lifts his injured hand, no longer in a fist. ]
Give me a minute to bandage this.
[ Alex glances over it. Most of the glass is gone. All the glass he can easily see. Maybe some's been covered by the blood that's bulged out again, but he can wash that away, he's not in the mood to pick sand-sized grains of glass just now. ]
You okay there?
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[ He's switched to audio by now, and is hastily tweezering tiny slivers of glass out of his hand. With his off hand, it's uphill work. There's a tiny hiss of discomfort as he grabs a sliver and slides it out. ]
Sure. [ Read: not really, but could be worse (e.g. a vampire). ] You?
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[ There's relief audible in his voice, that Tim seems to be neither a member of the undead nor eaten by one. He reaches over left-handed and switches the feed to video; hopefully Tim'll be able to talk to him without looking at his hand like it's a delicious steak.
...Tim's outfit is truly ridiculous. ]
I like the hat.
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oh and this repeating crossbow thing that I almost killed myself using.
*Behind him the wall is peppered with arrows burried deep in the drywall.*
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[ He watches Tim's face while he talks, looking for signs of him staring hungrily or similar. Nothing personal bro. ]
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*grin. This is the greatest thing ever.*
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[ Alex isn't so good at the young-and-carefree thing. He needs to relearn it from someone as cool as Tim Helsing. ]
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*Oh Alex, how you hate this smile.*
It's you. Outta your room camera-boy. I need a sidekick. You get an awesome hat. Oh and a gun.
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He's sick of being helpless.
He's constantly the universe's chew toy, and others have the power to just do what the hell they please. The Operator is untouchable. No-one can tell Mirror Lamb not to come or go or torture him with plasmids. His mirror-self can taunt him without fear of anything worse than a broken viewing-port.
He wants to hurt something. He wants to not be the one who's helpless for a change.
It's not a good urge. He knows that and he's known it on all the other occasions when he's smothered it or not quite managed to. But he remembers the lip-prints on the reverse side of his bathroom mirror, and everything they implied, and he wants to smash the glass all over again.
His right hand makes a painful fist. But the muscles round his mouth pull into something like a smile. ]
Sounds good. When do we start?
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I'm just gonna get some supplies and things, do a few test shots with this bad boy here. *He pets the gun* And then I'll be right down. Grab yourself a weapon. I'll bring the hat.
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[ He lifts his injured hand, no longer in a fist. ]
Give me a minute to bandage this.
[ Alex glances over it. Most of the glass is gone. All the glass he can easily see. Maybe some's been covered by the blood that's bulged out again, but he can wash that away, he's not in the mood to pick sand-sized grains of glass just now. ]
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Is it bleeding bad? Does it need to be cauterized?
*Is it going to smell like delicious candy to every vampire in the area?*
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It... might. [ Ohgod that sounds painful. But he can handle some pain, especially if it keeps him from getting eaten by vampires.
...He hesitates, not sure whether to ask for help on that one or not. ]
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...Yeah, that-- thanks.
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