#tnoxic

Crypto watched the other, a small hint of amusement shimmering in his eyes before he returned to his display hovering in front of him, tapping away with ease.

“I am sure it is perhaps the best disguise you have, Doctor Nox.” he hummed, tapping his temple and nodded to the man, his body showing nothing of his thoughts whilst he moved towards his room. “Nothing is truly hidden.” he added idly, an ominous phrase, not a threat, simply a promise.

The word sociopath naturally piqued her curiosity.

                 Though the type was far from foreign to her, really. In her line of work she has met many. Never was there a shortage of scientists who so willingly dabbled in experimenting on human subjects, even revelling in doing some of the dirty work that others might have found morally ambiguous, in the name of science   ─   and from what she’s heard, Alexander Nox was apparently notorious for it.

Pathfinder’s display showed a blatant angry face in response to the man’s words.

He’d taken a liking to most of the legends who participated in the games. Caustic...was another matter though. For the most part, the motivations others had for joining in on this blood sport didn’t matter all that much to him. After all, he had his own goals to focus on.

However, Caustic was just all together, unpleasant. And his motivations were certainly morally questionable, from what he’d gathered. It definitely didn’t help matters when his gas traps did more harm than good for his own team, a member of which had been killed while trying to find their way out of the gas. Although he acknowledged the occasional usefulness of said traps, in this case it had successfully blinded them (excluding Caustic himself) to the whereabouts of the other squad.

     There was a small chuckle, and if listening closely one might notice the slight nervousness hidden deep beneath it. “Someone can’t take sarcasm.” Her brows raise a bit, subconciously taking a step back from him. She knows she can beat him in a fight. He’s bigger, but she’s faster, so she doesn’t let the anxiety of the ideas that were running through her mind about what kind of sick experiments he was thinking of drag her down.

      ❝ dat a canister a’ poison or are y’jus’ happy t’see me? ah, who’m i kiddin’ it’s both -- everyone’s happy t’see me all a’ de time. ❞

"I could hear you coughing from all the way outside," Bloodhound noted as they lounged on the upper levels of the old, torn up cabins. They shifted the sniper in their hands, using a clean rag to wipe the lenses clear - bored in the downtime of the game.