And now let the games begin!

Muse info/backstory: Carrd | On blog (abbreviated edition) | On blog (full version)

Some relevant headcanons (quick reference):

General headcanons

Karl’s powers-- part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Karl’s voice

The factory + Soldats

Sunglasses

Spicy headcanons for all your spicy needs

Mental Health (potentially triggering)

Calling him a bioweapon

Scars + Tattoos (potentially triggering)

Repo! The Genetic Opera starters

“Of course you will.”

It’s rare for the Iron Lord to give a compliment, and even rarer still for it to not be a backhanded one.  But in the shot amount of time he’s known the woman in front of him, he’s learned she’s certainly capable of looking after herself.  Hell, he would even say she’s tough, and that is not a word he throws around lightly.

But that doesn’t mean he’s not without his reservations about this.  It doesn’t mean he’ll follow blindly-- hell, it really doesn’t even mean he’ll follow at all.  If it comes down to it, he’ll do things his way, and won’t that be an unwelcome surprise?  It isn’t as though the BSAA knows everything he can do-- he’s made damn sure that no one knows the full extent of his power, not even Miranda.

Repo! The Genetic Opera starters

Jesus.  He hadn’t thought shit could get any crazier than what he’d seen in the village, but this one?  She was bordering on unhinged.

“I don’t think “eenie meenie miney mo” is the best way to decide what surgical implement to use,” Heisenberg remarks dryly as a number 15 scalpel handle flies into his outstretched hand.

Repo! The Genetic Opera starters

A brow arches behind sunglasses as he studies the other man.  “Oh, I’m sorry...  Are you not an adult?  Incapable of making your own choices?  Or is this some lame fucking excuse to not talk to me?”  He pauses for just a beat.  “Because if it’s the second one, you could just fucking tell me to fuck off, you know.”

Honestly, of all the lame-ass excuses...  What the hell even was that supposed to mean?

Repo! The Genetic Opera starters

Green eyes skirt over to the veiled figure beside him from behind his sunglasses.  Had...  Donna just attempted to make a joke?  Donna had a sense of humor?

Well, color him surprised.

He chuckles at her.  “You know Donna...  I didn’t think you had it in you.  Look at you, making jokes at the expense of our poor, unfortunate victim!”  He makes a grandiose gesture toward the poor sap that’s about to be dragged into Miranda’s lab.  Some little nobody from the village. He’d said something he shouldn’t have said, gotten caught with some contraband from the outside, and as soon as word had gotten out, they had been called to act.  Miranda’s loyal little enforcers, the lot of them.

Repo! The Genetic Opera starters

There’s a long pause from the Iron Lord-- almost too long-- as he stares the other down.  The sentiment is...  Eerily familiar.  So much so that it’s nearly bone-chilling.

Chris Redfield has felt loss, has mourned long and deeply.  He’s felt alone, has felt the anger and pain of knowing that the very reason you draw breath is no longer there, has known the emptiness that seems to worm its way to the very center of your soul to sit and fester for the rest of your life.

That same ache, that same rot, has made a home within the lord of the factory as well.  It’s been there so long now that if you were to cut him open, he’s certain everything inside of him would be black, consumed by it entirely.  He snubs out his cigar before he meets the other’s eyes again.

Repo! The Genetic Opera Starters

“Damn it, Elise, we’ve been over this!  Do you want to die a slow and painful death?  Because if you go outside, and Miranda finds you, THAT IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!”