multimusement park

A dot of light flickers onto the Sniper’s chest as he rounds the corner. Barely enough time to be menacing, barely enough time to be a warning.

He’d expected someone to be out and about when he exited the base, which is why he’d apologised for his tardiness in the first place; however, it became abundantly clear that there wasn’t, and why that was.

❝ Ah, piss. ❞

​ ❝ Mm. Feels like it. ❞ He gave a yawn, joints cracking as he stretched his poorly postured back.

“That’s a very strange new nickname for me, Jane.”

❝ Oh there you are! ❞

❝ Was starting to think that you stood us up! ❞

He wasn’t joking, either, firing a flash of green lightning in the direction of the Pyro.

“By the Gods, is it Halloween already?!” Merasmus cries, clearly not the least bit prepared if his nightgown and bunny slippers are anything to go by. “IT’S BEEN SO PEACEFUL AROUND HERE THAT I LOST TRACK OF TIME.

   “  well, that won’t be difficult !   may i ask what you intend to use it for ? ”

“THAT IS OF NO CONCERN TO YOU, DEVIL; SUPPLY ME WITH THE BLOOD I HAVE REQUESTED OF YOU, DON’T ASK QUESTIONS.”

Dell holds up three syringes. Best not to ask where they came from. “ Been meanin’ to get rid a’ these. This enough ? ”