[019] End of the world as we know it

[derpish]

[Cain was trapped, no way out without putting other lives at risk. The locks and codes that would be so easy to crack, were suddenly as impenetrable as if they were solid walls with no doors at all. How had this happened? How had his little brother become this thing so hell-bent on destruction that he couldn't even hear the voices of those closest

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Meanwhile... in another part of the base... filter...

[ultimaverum]

[Well this dude's hanging out alone. Screw you guys]

[Except no not really. He just hasn't been able to locate the others through the dust in the air and having to continually backtrack around fallen bits of wall. This sucks. Where the hell is he. How did he even get into this situation in the first place. Good god...]

YO' SCREWED BASE FILTER

[custodismundi]

[Charlie is rather abruptly being slammed up against the wall bearing the signs of electrical burns, by his chest -- and thoroughly pinned by an inhuman strength. considering a Methuselah isn't used to being overpowered, it doesn't take much to guess who this must be, a shadowy shape still plagued by the occasional volt of electricity dancing over his person, nanomachines violently engaged. it's Crusnik, now. not Abel, or Commander. just Crusnik.

the red eyes are burning clearly through the dust and smoke as they get closer, the creature bearing down on his prey as if it didn't see him at all. right now, Charlie... smells like food. he has no face, no identity... just a purpose.

rather ironic, considering their last conversation, as it, breathing ragged, draws mouth toward the vampire's throat.]

LITERALLY OR FIGURATIVELY BASE FILTER

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[He screams when it hits him, more in surprise then fear... at first anyway. The moment he catches his breath and looks, his eyes confirm what that tiny voice in the back of his head is already telling him. Crusnik]

[The scream dies in his throat quite suddenly, and he recoils away from it, or tries anyway. The wall makes it sort of difficult, but he still scrambles, feet trying to find purchase in the rumble so he can escape even as his hands flail rather wildly to push that awful... looming mouth away from him]

...MAYBE BOTH YOU NEVER KNOW BRO BASE FILTER

[custodismundi]

[there is a sort of mental jolt -- the Crusnik communicating directly with the bacillus. a heel command of sorts.

stay. still, you little fucking meatbag--

the hand at his chest strays, and clawed digits are grasping Charlie's head firmly, tilting it to expose the sensitive skin of his throat. there is almost primal anticipation in those eyes, before...

fangs pierce; the pain is minimal, but the sensation of rapidly losing blood is unpleasant...]

OOH ABEL OOH BASE FILTER

[ultimaverum]

[Oh jesus. He makes another startled sound at the command, more a squeak this time then a scream, and... well...]

[Look, he's never been good about following orders. It's kind of thing he's tried to work on, but this? Being forced to stop? Pisses him right the fuck off]

[Not that it does anything for him in this case, and not that it doesn't turn almost immediately into a cold, sharp fear as he watches him and then... feels him. He's shaking with the effort to disobey that fucking order, push him away, something... that might... save him]

[Fuck, he doesn't want to die like this...]

just call me... ABELLINE base filter slkdjf

[custodismundi]

[it probably doesn't help that it is holding Charlie's head uncomfortably tight in an iron grip... but that grip is easing, the longer that it feeds... and the weaker, more numb and cold, the Methuselah begins to feel.

still... there is another sensation, with it. the bacillus was part of, product of, the Crusnik after all. a desire to join with it... nothing to fear... how it's supposed to be, even if this wars with the humanity still lingering in poor Charlie's head. his human heart? what's left of it.

it seems to go on forever... maybe he really will die like this...]

.....I feel like I just missed a good joke base filter )8

[ultimaverum]

[That... might be the worst part actually. Worse then the dying, because the more the bacillus pulls away the more he remembers he doesn't value his own life much at all, and suddenly dying doesn't seem so bad, just an inevitable happening. His life finally run its course, though he doesn't think he could name where that thought came from if you asked him

LSKJDLKFJ maybe he's born with it. maybe it's ABELLINE. /poses... base... filter........ /crickets

[custodismundi]

[just when it seems like it's approaching the precipice, about to spiral over the point of no return--

Crusnik halts its greedy pull, fangs easing up ever-so-slightly where they'd been lock-jawed on its prey. its hands at Charlie's head tremble, just perceptibly -- fighting off... something.

struggling, visibly...

it takes long seconds, precious heartbeats, before-- it finally draws away from skin with a heavy exhale, even if it is unable to resist licking what trickles from dual puncture marks. its hands slide from the Methuselah's head, and all at once, the weight of it recedes -- leaving Charlie to slump bonelessly where he would, drained and weak as a kitten. the Crusnik sways a tad unsteadily, before taking a jerky step forward to level itself, and stares at the pile of huma-- ah. vampire, at its feet]

........./shakes.... head.... slowly... base filter

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[...he doesn't look back, eyes blindly searching for something in the air in front of him instead. And he doesn't move. Maybe, he tells himself, if he stays still, it will think he's dead and go away. At least, that's how he's justifying it. He knows he couldn't move even if he wanted to right now, and he can't stop the rapid rise and fall of his chest nor his eyes still searching for something]

[Answers. For a moment they find Abel's... the Commander's... Crusnik's face, and he frowns. He doesn't know why... just that it's... not supposed to be like this. It's... This is wrong and not just because he's dying...]

......./makes charlie pretty with lipstick base filter lskdjf <:

[custodismundi]

[there is a long pause, the Crusnik-- Abel? ...Commander? simply breathing... and staring down at him without really seeing him. as if he's listening to something else, that isn't there.

the dust is clearing behind him and in this corridor as he finally mumbles something too quiet to hear, reaching down to pick Charlie up by a handful of his shirt, and begins unceremoniously dragging him down the hall. toward the scent of more bacillus -- the other Methuselah.

and Cain.]