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     “Why not? Just one person might make a difference. Maybe I can even make you worry about it too and then maybe you can make someone worried about it. It’s just little steps. They don’t seem like much. Maybe they aren’t. But little comforts are worth worrying over for.”

He clears his throat and rubs his nose with the tips of his fingers, eyes looking away. There’s a little flower in his hands in a pot. He bought it a few minutes ago and soon he’ll be taking care of it in his apartment. But that’s later.

  “Because it’s not that simple? And I doubt one person caring about emissions and trees will do enough apart from the SHEEP who stay selfish and glued to their phones. I ALREADY worry about it because I am part of man’s f o l l y.”

     Nothing ever changes for long, humans read an article about how animals and plants are going extinct, global climate change is KILLING polar bears --            - they care - for e i g h t   seconds before it’s a mere blip in the horizon.

          ‘ …w-well, ‘            she isn’t entirely sure on how to reply. in some           cases it is, take those who don’t care about their           pokemon, and it is. she’s not sure how to explain           – she isn’t sure if she can.

          ‘ it’s a bit.. d-difficult,           to explain? since it’s, normal here, using them..           t-to battle. it, really isn’t, cruelty unless you..           don’t really care for them? ..if you, don’t heal them,           or try to be kind to them. ‘           her explanation is.. confusing, at best.           ‘ they’re not weak. n-not if you train them. ‘ 

               “Well, that is something I will have to get USED to, I suppose.  As long as it’s not outright abuse -” Mercer’s eyes glide down to the periwinkle  furred critter at her heels, quietly staring at it. He’ll admit it - it’s wall-eyed gaze  is humorus. “Like teamwork.” It seems he is remembering things from one   unfortunate soul he has taken so far. “They work in teams - with you - right?”

vindictivevirus

“I don’t believe I’ve ever met a humanoid virus before. I have so many things to ask you … I’m sorry. I don’t even have a clear conversation starting point besides the whole ‘pleasure to meet you’. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Confusion undoubtedly touches her features and though the indicative wrinkles of it’s presence are present, they fail to age her. If anything, her face has become just that much rounder, her eyes that much bigger, her voice that much higher. How exactly does one receive something ( someone? She’s unsure. ) like him without inevitably being caught up in the throes of awe and w o n d e r?

“Had I known that creating something like you was possible I’d have no doubt gone down the path of science.”

     “Well I’m the first and pretty much only one as of right now.” He voices, APATHETIC, sunken eyes turning up to her with a slow blink. “You can ask all you’d like, there are things I will politely withhold and decline. Certain topics I prefer to keep to myself.” Alex shifts in his seat until he finds a comfortable, casual position. “It’s nice to meet you too, sorry about the spat we got into awhile back in a different language. I don’t think I ever caught your name, but I do know vaguely that you might be a famous fighter. I don’t know much about that topic.”

    “For a primer - since these are asked so often - no, I don’t produce waste, everything is either biomass or viral cell bodies, my clothes are actually skin I have to shapeshift off. No, that does NOT make me ‘naked’. And I am asexual and and sexually defunct. Very intimate but you wouldn’t believe how often it gets asked.” 

“ okay, wait. I’m being open-minded. let me tell that it’s hard to digest, but in all honesty with some of the goddamn shit i’ve seen, it’s not too far-fetched. so, you don’t know what virus you are —- or that doesn’t even matter, or you have no idea what company… uh, yeah this is where i’m lost. ”

she was being honest. ellen ripley is a survivor of a tragedy. weyland-yutani and their hunger for power.  dark eyes slowly looked down, before her eyebrows pulled together. there was a shrug. defense. everyone wanted to capture the xenomorphs, not —- oh. maybe it was defense against her. let’s not say that. continue to play dumb.

      “No no, I know what virus I am. They -- - never mind, at this point I planned to  abandon the contract because the reality here is I wanted to get OUT HERE so I could see s p a c e  and see for myself what those aliens looked like.”

“I’m going to pretend I don’t know that about you, but thank you for the comparison.” She didn’t sound dismissive of such an impressive fact, rather reluctant to know of it. Meddling with the affairs of this place was not what she’d been here to do. The man had been polite enough so far and that was all she gave a damn about.

Eyes go down to Ivory, and Ebony rubbed her fingers over her engravings. “Fuck, I forgot how much I hate explaining this.” As long as he could carry Ivory she would be fine, too, and the problem would be resolved. “I’ll show you something. Then, if the situation still permits for you, you take me down to a more manageable level. Sound good?” She was asking for a lot of trust, but what had she done not to earn any? “I just need you to hold your hands out for me, palms up. Please.”

     ‘Why not? You’re in New York, right? You haven't watched the    news, looked at a paper?  Everyone knows about me, I’m on my way    to being a TOURIST ATTRACTION.”

    “It’s also -- not my birthday. I don’t have one, the scientist’s was back in July. Even then, it’s still not mine. Age isn’t a relative thi-” The virus shuts up and eyes close, not in the process of making a wish but just - MILLIONS of memories now chanting one song and millions of dead people’s ( that he killed ) voices merging into one CACOPHONY of r e g r e t. 

    But for once in his life, he tries to be an optimist and ignores the symphony to remind himself that this is nice. Someone is thanking him for being alive, something that billions don’t and it’s not July and all his old friends aren’t trying to bring him six cakes while his door is locked and he’s on some rooftop trying to forget the scientist in the first place. It’s not July, it’s not his birthday - and someone is happy he’s here. Even if Mercer lives on species dysphoria and self-loathing that society BURDENS on him . . . 

he was using a lot of BIG words. she didn’t understand what altercations were, so she couldn’t respond. ❝ i’m nice, i pro mise! ❞ she could do some damage, what with her powers but she would not hurt him purposefully. she didn’t want to hurt anyone. EVER.

her lips would form an ‘o’, shocked by his wording. ❝ that’s a bad word! ❞ carter would say that… that scared her, honestly, leaving her planted in the dark. but she would stare at his illuminated figure. ❝ … ❞

      “Good, we won’t have any issues then.” His lips purse gently and his  frame loosens up from being so stiff, making Alex appear less INTIMIDATING.  Unfortunately, he was easy to hurt others and wreak havoc - but they had a sort  of truce going on and Mercer stays to his word.