mistconduct | Issue #48

Issue #48

[Public, Voice]

Aww, is Big Bad Arthas still asleep? And what happened to the Admiral, where's his lazy fucking ass got to?

Heads up, assholes. There's a new guy in charge here, and if any of you fuckers try to pull something that gets us in a worse place than we already are, you're going to have to answer to me.

Anyone wanna go Round One?

[A shing of metal noise hitting a block sounds through the comm: Chris is using an icepick lately as a weapon of choice, as opposed to his usual hand guns]

Slevin and Mindy, please report to the gym for training. Cassel, Petey, Scotty, and me are going to be playing a little four-on-two today.

Let's get these assholes graduated and get off this ship before it's ended.

[Also open for Spam, as Chris goes roaming the Barge to find his inmate]

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I'm not fucking around, Chris. We can goof off all we want later, but take this seriously.

[He manages to sound like he's chiding at best, but his hand stays where it is for a few moments more before finally letting go.]

Give me your arm.

[Glowering, Chris resists the urge to shove at Scott and instead holds out his arm for the other to take]

How much is this gonna hurt?

[He takes it in both hands, pushing a sleeve away from his forearm. He pauses as he lifts it to his mouth, to lift his eyebrows at Chris.]

I'm gonna bite you, dude. It kinda hurts.

[And without warning, he pulls Chris' arm up, opens his mouth, and bites down. It's not a nip: he pierces skin, bites deep but not bone deep. He avoids major veins, and when he pulls back, he lets go of Chris' arm.]

I'll heal by tomorrow.

Wait, lemme get ready-

[Chris is cut off, and starts swearing angrily]

Fuck! Ow! Fucking...ow.

[He twists to glare at Scott, examining the bite on his arm]

So what should I expect happening? Is that it?

[He's not bothered by the glare, grinning as he walks to his adjoined bathroom. He rifles through the medicine cabinet for a moment before coming back with gauze and tape.]

That's it, dude. Give it a day. You're gonna have some weirdass dreams and you might sleep walk.

[Actually, that will just be Scott fucking with him. But it's entertaining, and it was done to him, so he likes to pay it forward.]

Then you're gonna hear shit you couldn't hear before, smell stuff you never wanted to smell, and run faster than you ever could have.

[Rubbing his arm up and down, Chris scowls at the injury, but lightens as excitement and adrenaline race through him]

Oh yeah? Am I gonna be super strong?

[Scott pushes Chris' hand away from the bite, pressing gauze against the wound and taping it up. His hands could have been gentle, his efforts could have been careful, but he doesn't care. He's working out of pragmatism now, not compassion.]

Hell yeah, dude. I mean, don't try to lift a car, you'd probably throw out your back. But you're gonna wreck people.

Start with your inmate.

[Chris winces, but resists the urge to shove Scott off, scowling]

...Fuck yeah. He owes me.

I can't wait to see the look on his smug bitch face.

It's going to be terror.

[When he's done, he steps back, still smiling down at Chris in the most self-satisfied way possible.]

You're going to fuck him up, man.

[Chris ruffles his hair in an effort to make himself appear more wild and wolf-like, grinning]

Fuck yeah, I am.

This feels awesome. I know, I know it hasn't kicked in yet, but...fuck.

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