#nothingbutmold

@nothingbutmold​: “What the hell happened?” Assorted Injuries || accepting

“One of my fucking weapons just went crazy apeshit on me. Probably an electrical short circuit that happened somewhere inside his dead brain...”

“Fucking Soldaten.” Yeah, hurt like a bitch. Karl huffed as he continued to wrap an old bandage around his left upper arm - blood immediately seeping through the thin fabric. “Already ruined my fucking shirt because of that idiot.”

Karl hardly flinched as Ethan reached for his collar, even letting the man pull him closer. He couldn’t help the slight grin that tugged at his mouth, pleased with Ethan’s reaction. That just confirmed how much Ethan would be willing to cooperate if meeting with Rose went as the iron mutant hoped. He was confident to say the least.

“That’s the spirit!” The elder man laughed and grabbed Ethan’s hand, yanking it off his collar only to then pull Ethan closer. He began to lead the father down the dim metal halls, loose enough to let him pull away easily enough if he tried.

“Don’t you worry, Winters. I do believe I’ve done the best I can raisin’ your kid. She’s a feisty one, a lot like you!” After traveling down a few halls, climbing up a couple flights of stairs, the prison-like surroundings of the factory began to slowly change into something a bit more... homey. Still decorated with the same industrial style, but clearly there had been some effort put into making this area more comfortable.

“‘Ey! Rose! Got a surprise for you!” Heisenberg called as they approached a door, not even hesitating as he pushed it open, then turns to Ethan and bows, gesturing for him to enter the room.

Through the door was what looked like a sort of apartment. A living room area in one corner with a small TV and leather couch, a decent sized kitchen in another corner, and a loft bedroom above them both. Not to mention a large circle window in the middle of one of the otherwise empty walls. The room had various tools, trinkets, clothes and books scattered all around, much like any normal teenager’s living space.

“Karl, I swear to god, if this is one your stupid pranks...” A voice called out from the loft area before a teenage girl appeared on the metal spiral stairs, coming to greet the lord and his ‘surprise’.

“Oh...” Rose froze the moment she locked eyes with Ethan. She wasn’t used to guests. In fact, Karl had been very strict about letting outsiders around their home, so she was understandably a bit confused and suspicious at this stranger. “Well... this is a surprise. Hello?”

"Listen man, I'm not gonna say you won't. I've got no idea what you're dealing with."

what youre infected with. are the rumors true? are you dead? do you still bleed red? is it contagious???

"What I will say - and this is coming from a place of HELLA confusion," accentuated with a vague gesture. Encompassing Ethan and all he'd gone through.

"If this is the second goddamn time you went on some Lord of the Rings bullshit quest to save them? And you're asking this after.... fuck man Idunno how many years -- I think.... Even if you do, you'll have sense enough to do what needs to be done for 'em."

Jason was in the same boat. Well. Almost. He knew he was different, after Rook. The others, they were always on eggshells around him. Scared of him, wary of him. Like he'd hurt them despite all the chaos he'd gone through to get them home SAFE. If Ethan was anything like the sane man he looked, he was strong enough to do anything in the name of protection. And determined enough to make it WHEN, not IF.

He may have been successful with climbing to the top of Heisenberg’s factory, but he’s got quite beaten-up in the process of it, easy to tell with him bleeding everywhere, gotten a little rough on the edges...

“I have to say, Winters, I’m beyond impressed.” That guy has proven himself quite a few times now - managed to survive all the other idiots just to end up here, fighting his way through shit like a madman.

It caused Heisenberg’s grin to wide, pleased by the outcome. He tilted his head in interest, turning to take one of his cuban cigars, holding it between his fingers as he made his way over to his welcomed guest.

“I apologize for all those...” he paused, lifting a brow, “...inconveniences that have crossed your path, but since you’ve managed, I guess it hasn’t been that hard for you to take care of those.”

His gloved hand searched through the pockets of his coat, taking out a box of matches to light his cigar with. Smoke filled the air between them as he exhaled, eyeing Winters curiously for a little longer. A chuckle then escaped his mouth as he walked back to his workbench, pointing at another chair right next to him.

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Seeing the other perking up like that at the mere mentioning of food had Heisenberg chuckling - sure thing Ethan was starving, he probably had burned as many calories in one single day as a normal human would in a fucking month. How he did that - why exactly he was still standing and alive, even with his strange powers considered, it still confused the shit out of the Lord but he’d learned to just... accept it. Whatever that man was, he somehow managed to go on and on and on and his body didn’t seem to give a flying fuck.

“I know he does. It’s good food.” Heisenberg himself had taken that offer from the merchant a few times before, but since that guy wasn’t around all the time, Karl eventually had to come up with a way of getting - and preparing - food for his own survival.

Good thing his facory came with a small kitchenette. Better than nothing, right?

“Duke’s not here today, though.” But still, the Lord placed a plate in front of his guest’s form - seemingly out of nowhere -, setting it down on top of that rusty metal table the younger was currently sitting at. There was some kind of stew on it, looking hearty and thick, with meat and the bare minimum of vegetables needed to make it taste good.

“Don’t worry, buttercup, it’s not poisoned. But I bet you’ll like it.”

Very few knew about it, but Karl actually was a good cook. Being alone for such a long time, needing to survive in one way or another, had forced him to step up his game when it came to the preparation of something nutricious that would keep him going during the days and nights of hard metal work.

“ i was looking forward to punching you in the face. ” (for heisenberg obvs) - @nothingbutmold​

To say Karl was surprised was a bit of an understatement. But he couldn’t help the amused and excited grin that pulled at his lips, staring at the dead man in front of him.

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Ethan’s words pulled Heisenberg out of a swirl of thoughts that had somehow managed to draw him in and lose focus for a moment or two while the gears inside his head had worked a tad bit too hard - he could already sense that headache coming for him. He blinked, confusion written over his features as his grey hues darted over to meet the other man’s eyes, realizing that Karl must have said something that had catched the younger’s attention.

Aw, shit. Sure thing he’d managed to talk about stuff that wasn’t meant to be heard, causing them to stare at each other. The air felt thick surrounding them and the engineer let out a breath he’d held in for way too long, averting his gaze as he leaned back into his seat.

“You want me to say it again?”, he asked, clearly displeased by his own idiocy. The engineer had been alone for far too long, being used to nobody listening to whenever he spoke to himself - had only been a matter of time until old habits kicked in to make things more hard than they already were.

“Fine.” Huffing loudly he threw his hands into the air.

“I said that you may be even more powerful than I am - which makes me really, really uncomfortable..... ----idiot.”