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  markimoo   plays   ‘ inside ‘   |  @redlcder

“I hope you didn’t need all of those lab hands, because I really doubt any of them survived the blood loss.”

@redlcder I hope your boy can find replacements for all those dead scientists. In Reily’s defense, she really doesn’t like doc’s poking and prodding at her like some kind of experiment. Also there’s no context for this. I just wanted to draw her bloody in a Red Army outfit.

IT      FELT       LIKE         the days were getting LONGER and the nights were getting SHORTER. Every waking hour was spent being by his side, being there for whatever split second decision he needed. He wasn’t sure when this all STARTED, all he knew was that he was there to protect, serve, and sometimes even KILL if needed. It was best to not dwell on the past, on the things he had done. It didn’t matter in the end. All that matter was winning a WAR. That’s all that mattered. This was all he knew, all he could REMEMBER. So, why does it still feel like he’s MISSING something in his life     ?

But today felt different. Like there an wavering unspoken issue he was hiding. Inflating his chest with heavy air, he exhaled softly as an effort to grab the Leader’s attention. 

‘                         i     heard         QUITE  A   LOT        about        you   from   my   contacts.    it’s   a      PLEASURE        to        meet       you.             ’       (    was   it  ,        really ?       )        trained   gaze    took    in        IMPRESSIVE       figure   across      shady      room  ,          premonitory      female’s    fingers    wrapped    around   scalpel         resting       in    a    porch   of   leather   belt.          ‘basilisk’     was      TRUE   NATURE  ,        snake    like      slyness      drowning     slit   shaped    pupils               poisoned   teeth   showed   in   overly    friendly   smile.   

It was much less an INVITATION, and more a demand. You couldn’t say no to the Red Leader if you wanted to keep yourself in one piece. Whether he goes to wipe you off himself or sends his gremlins --- either way, you would lose. 

So, wishing to keep his life intact, he had follow the coordinates to where Tord would be waiting to meet him. As soon as he stepped a foot too close to the base, two soldiers that were absolutely unrecognizable ran up to grab his arms, beginning to escort him. They must have been awaiting his presence, HOW CUTE. The duo didn’t make a single move to search him in anyway, unlucky for the Red leader, who would be seeing the newly polished barrel of his gun between his eyes. 

A rough shove sent him into Tord’s office, and he went silent, staring at the new form of his old friend. Scars && festered, burnt skin peaked out from the eye patch covering his eye. His right arm was completely replaced with mechanics that, in the least, impressed Edd. Not that he’d ever say that. The Red Leader didn’t deserve such luxuries.