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Another roll of the eyes, and Arthur wrinkles his nose at the cloth wiping at his face. He wants to move away from it, but decides to let the other finish first, pulling away once the fabric is disposed of. It was odd, to have someone else clean him up, but he let the man slide this time due to not particularly caring. “Good. Impress me, why don’t ya?”

He is slow to follow his companion, stepping out of the car cautiously and walking at a leisured pace. The other did indeed seem to be providing a presentation, complete with a bit of cockiness and gore. The older watched, eyebrow raised and interest piqued as the dark shadow was formed and proceeded to creep to the alarmed officer. That was something he didn’t see everyday. And the tentacles was a nice touch indeed. 

"—-Could have been better." A tease, displayed with a cant of the head and a smirk. But perhaps he could have some fun with the other after all. Though the getting along part— eh, he won’t try too hard. 

Alexis smirked and straightened his suit jacket, realigning his shirt cuffs. "Not bad, eh? I'm a bit rusty; I haven't killed anyone for a few days before that. Shame. I need to start keeping up with it," he said, speaking of it like it was a game or sport. To Alexis, it was. Pretty soon, the Void Matter vanished in thin air, taking the remnants of the police officer with it. Feeling a bit more daring, Alexis walked up to Arthur and placed a hand firmly on his chest, coming closer and staring him right in the eyes. He smirked and moved his hand in circles slowly. "I gave you a show. Now, why don't you show me something that I'll like, hm? Anything that comes to mind that you think I'll find pleasure in," he teased in return. Though, a sexual tease rather than a joking tease.

Legs cross over each other as he gets comfortable, reclining in his seat and letting out a soft sigh. It wasn’t often that he got to know other people of his ‘profession’, let alone anyone else who could do the things he could. Perhaps this was an opportunity. However, Arthur always worked best alone. And playing well with others wasn’t exactly the highlight of his reputation.

Smirking, he gives a shrug as the other playfully questions him. “Sure. This isn’t blood, it’s actually paint.” An eye roll follows, and with that, he studies the man as he drives. Ah, so he was being followed for quite some time. He’d never had admirers like this before; it was a nice ego boost. Though, he didn’t quite know if the man understood what he was asking. There was a lot at stake here that he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk. 

They pull into a secluded area and finally the older one turns to face his stalker, the article that was handed to him folded tenderly in his lap. “First of all,” His voice is stern, all business if only for the moment. “we are not the same. We are not equals. I do what I want when I want it, take what I want when I need it, and will not hesitate to cut you down if you try to stop me.” Taking in a breath, he keeps eye contact, non-verbally letting the other know he was serious. “Secondly, if you haven’t noticed, the only thing I really crave is blood, and I will feed my urges when they come, even if you’re the one that just happens to be in front of me. That being said, I doubt the effectiveness of this partnership, seeing as I really don’t care about you and I work best by myself.” A pause, and he let’s this all sink in before speaking again. “But, luck for you, I’m bored. So, how about you put that cute face to use and show me something worth my time, and maybe I’ll think about it.” 

The other’s presence made him uneasy, however his annoyance covered any wavering thought. Hands kept themselves hidden in the pockets of his coat as he shifted and glared at the man stepping out. Young, different. He could smell the energy seeping out the other’s body. 

"Deadman? Would have never guessed with such a dollface." Ah, yes. He’s heard that name before. Never knew too much, but word gets around when it came to killers with abilities like his. Arthur’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and there is a slight hum at the taste of iron he encounters. Of course, it wasn’t his blood, which made him smirk at the thought. Though the other’s introduction also made him let out a bit of a laugh. There was nothing he needed help with, and he definitely was not about to be used by some insignificant baby face. 

Shrugging at the hand, he let his arms cross over his chest, hips canted to the side and brow raised in a curious gesture. Lucky for the other, he was available at the moment. “Hm.” Arthur had no reason to trust the man, yet boredom made him stride with a certain grace, and with a swift motion he was seated in the car, silent and waiting for a reason not to leave. 

Alexis smirked and closed the door behind Arthur, walking across to the other side of the luxury car. He stepped into the driver's seat and took the wheel, driving out of and away from the alleyway. "You're not all that grisly-looking yourself, Branham. Are you sure you're a cold-blooded killer, or are you just playing pretend?," he remarked at the earlier statement Arthur made about his face being soft and doll-like.

"Well, I don't want to look ugly, now do I? If I am, it just makes my job a lot harder. And, judging by how you can pass through a crowd of women with blood on your face and make them oblivious to that detail, it makes yours easier as well." Alexis reached into his suit jacket's inside pocket and pulled out an article about Branham. He passed it over to the man himself. "We're both the same, you and I. We both have supernatural abilities, and we both are wanted for countless crimes. That being said, I want to make you an offer, sweetie," he said, smirking slyly. 

Another day. Just another day in a line of days. For Alexis Marcovin, another day meant new opportunities. Opportunities for being bad. Oh, but what was he going to do today? Rob someone? Murder? Alexis was weighing on the situation when an older article passed by his feet. Picking up the paper, it read something about a supernatural murderer- and it wasn’t about Alexis. With extreme intrigue, he opened the article and read up on this person.

After being informed about Arthur Branham, Alexis would take the article and fold it up, stuffing it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. A grin crossed his face. He needed to meet this person. With that in mind, Alexis began the search for any information.

An hour or questioning passerby people and reading more articles about Branham, He noticed that Arthur was mainly following a pattern with sightings: he was only ever spotted in New York. The latest sighting was in New York City, and through careful prediction, Alexis Marcovin suspected Branham would be in Albany. “Oh, Arthur. My hometown? You shouldn’t have,” he said to himself, hopping into his car. 

The body is left in room 228. Arthur walks casually out, whistling softly as his heavy coat and gloves covers red skin and fingers. No one suspects a thing as he smiles, nodding his head and winking at a group of gals he passes while exiting the building and walking onto the busy street. Maybe they don’t notice the red on his face, or maybe they just can’t see. It doesn’t matter; he’d walk a safe distance away before someone even laid eyes on him.

Alexis approached the handsome murderer as he said, "We can, rather, help each other. I know who you are, Artie dearest. Oh, my, but you don't know who I am, do you?" Alexis giggled and outstretched a hand to Arthur. "Alexis Marcovin. You may know me as Deadman, though. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said slyly, with suggestive emphasis on 'pleasure'.