Patrol, control, rinse repeat

Rel’s back straightened in surprise upon hearing the voice, having zoned out a little. With nobody to talk to, they often waited around the factory for their shift to start and daydream.

They cracked a grin when they realized it was…. er…. the fact man, again. They had a few hours to kill, how convenient.

Yep, that’s a definite line right there. Clive may have shit self-preservation but he doesn’t have a legitimate death wish, so faced with a exceptionally pissed off half burnt he fell back on his instincts. His instinct to kick his foot up into the other elsens crotch. Hard. Doesn’t matter what they have, or used to have in this case maybe, he’s a worker with standard issue capped boots that just impacted into the pelvic bone, that should h u r t.

If Clive’s instincts hadn’t kicked in so quickly, things would have gotten messy, Rel would have gone to town tearing him up - instead, they fell to the ground with a surprised and pained screech, landing on their side.

Somehow, despite everywhere else burned having been toughened and virtually unfeelling, being hoofed directly in the crotch was AGONY.

A muscle in his cheek twitched, the deep feeling of the bruise spiked and his grin pulled up at the side, barring dark gums as well as crooked teeth. “Well,” he borderline laughed, “that must be something you’re actually an authority on right? I mean,” he took a stride forward towards the guard “well, your deal. D'you get like this” he gestured loosely up at down “by being reported?” Clive felt like he was treading a thin line between calling bluffs and provoking them even more. It was probably time to wind down…

Now,Rel had a response for that. Despite burning they were useful which only proved just how much of an asset they were,in some kind of sense. They could have spit that bac and then dragged Clive’s sorry ass to the grinder. Their chest tightened and their teeth grit as rage welled up more and more with each word Clive spoke.

Reasoning and logic were gone.

An Ang͘el̷ ̸ …̶W͘ḩa͞t ̨ar̨ȩ ͝y̧o̕u͠?

Clive barely managed to not roll his eyes. “Oh, wow a height crack. Did it hurt to come up witg that one?” He snarked, his hand still lingering on the injured skin on his face.

“And I’m terrified, totally.”

Rel clacked their jaws together, having to force themselves to not head charge Clive. They’d just make it worse for themselves if they barrelled directly into the wall. They did however take a few steps closer, flexing their hands, a low growl rumbling from their throat.

((I... don’t rp/interact purely for a shippy outcome. I’m down with interacting, whoever you may be, but if your only intention is to ship then I wouldn’t be interested. Rel’s “hard to ship with” because they don’t really care about relationships.

They’d rather focus on not burning again, and considering the fact they kill and eat other elsen on a regular basis for work, they’re avoidant of relationships in case they have to, yknow, murder and cannibliaze,or at the very least beat up, whoever it is they’re in a relationship with.

That, and I’m not that interested in shipping. Rel doesn’t come off as easy to be around when I write them, nor are they affectionate.Plus, they only spared Zeke because they could get stuff out of him, not out of any good feels. If Zeke had said something they knew they WOULD have attacked.

They only keep people around if they find use in them outside of work,otherwise people are just passing conversation and entertainment. Would you  want to be in a relationship with someone like that?

Rel frowned, tilting their head to the side a the stranger stood not so far away from them. What was she? She has a similar structure to elsen - ones that hadn’t burned anyway - but clearly wasn’t an elsen.

Curiosity won over their caution as they approached, not even bothering to introduce themselves before opening their mouth.

Something in Clive, when he woke up this morning tense from the recent never ending stream of bullshit mixed with a near complete lack of anything interesting, had him looking at this partially burn, feral looking guard and thinking: Yeah, you’ll do.

Clive cleared his throat before playing coy. “Oh, I’m sorry would you rather I went ‘greetings and salutations on this fine day we have upon us, pray tell what have you been up to’,” he looked Rel straight in the eye before he finished, “Fuckhands”

As if Clive’s sarcastic spiel wasn’t enough to annoy Rel, he just had to be that asshole. Their hands curled into fists, and before they even registered what they’d done, they swung their fist directly at Clive, aiming to ciock him n the jaw.