mistconduct | Issue #74

Issue #74

[Private to Victor Creed]

So...

Do you prefer me calling you Creed or Sabertooth?

[Private to Cassel, Mickey]

Jesus christ I hope you two have it going on better than me. Fuck.

Fuuuuuck.

But hey; congrats. Couldn't have happened to two better dudes.

[Public]

Okay, now I'm starting to get a little nervous. Are we all gonna die, or what? Should we be getting on Iris' bus and getting the fuck out of here?

Raise your hand if you wanna abandon ship.

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[Chris, giving a shrug, turns to meet Creed]

Yeah, two of them. Little one and a big one.

I know. I can smell 'em.

[He makes a big, theatrical show of sniffing at him, leaning in and everything.]

You know what yer parents always toldja about dogs, right? Be careful around 'em 'cause they can smell fear?

[Chris goes very, very still, shutting his eyes and doing his best not to squeak in fear. He sets his hand blindly out on Creed's shoulder to make the man keep his distance]

Dude. Ever hear of personal space?

Also my dad never let me have a dog when I was a kid, so I don't really get what you're telling me, here.

[The attempt to keep him back tells him everything he needs to know, the piqued fear pulling at more predatory instincts, and he chuckles, low and dark.]

Heard of it. Just don't care.

I can smell you, is the point.

You know you just compared yourself to one of my dogs, right? My adorable Pomeranian puppy?

And of course I'm fucking scared, you're twice the size of me and you kill people. Doesn't mean I'm not gonna do my job.

And I could eat your adorable Pomeranian puppy in one bite. What's yer point?

You say that now.

He's literally all fur. Why would you even try?

You're forgetting one thing about me, Creed. I'm tenacious.

Dunno. Yer face, maybe.

That frail for stupid?

You're a cruel, cruel bastard.

More or less. It'd be stupider if I couldn't come back from the dead.

Cry me a river, pup.

Hell is repetition.

[He chuckles, and taps the door.]

So we gonna go in or are we just gonna talk about yer feelings?

Edited 2015-06-10 12:26 (UTC)

[He nods, rolling his eyes and taking out his key. Chris unlocks the door, only to find a blank wall behind it]

Oh, what the hell. Still?!

[Chris can't get the door open and initially Creed's not all that concerned. It's a door, he can get through doors. So he pushes against it after Chris tries, shoves and puts his shoulder against it but the longer it doesn't give the more irritated he gets. He snarls and growls and rams into it again before reaching for the seam, trying to get his claws into it so he can just tear the damn thing open.]

Oh, no. You said we were gettin' in, we're damn well gettin' in.

[Chris steps back to let Creed try, looking antsy and pissed off, but not as much as the mutant]

Fuck, man. This Barge is falling apart.

Look, don't kill yourself.

[He wheels on Chris then, narrowing eyes as the growl continues to reverberate in his chest.]

You're the one who said we'd get in here. Somebody ends up dead right now, I can guarantee it ain't gonna be me.

[Chris' eyes go a little wide, as he backs off]

My mistake. I thought the Barge was fixed already.

[He snarls and huffs, and so okay, gutting the kid won't really solve anything, but that doesn't mean he can't really really want to right now. He settles for taking a step closer, for grabbing him by the collar and shoving him against the wall and sure, that doesn't solve anything either, but the flash of fear and worry's almost worth it.

Almost.]

So what do we do now, warden.

[Oh, shit. Chris stills as he's grabbed, his eyes going comically wide as he shrinks down as much as he can. Not that he thinks it'll help much]

We...

Go up on deck and run around there instead?

[He contemplates this for a long moment, staring at him the whole time with an intense gaze, then finally lets him go and takes a step back with a growl.]

Fine. But minute this place opens up again, you let me in. Too damn cramped in this place.

[Chris remains frozen in Creed's grasp, hoping against hope that what he offers is enough to sate the beast for now. He can't help the grin of relief when he's finally let go]

Cool. Yeah, will do.

All right. After you, big guy.

What. Afraid I'm gonna bite the hand that feeds me?

[He gives him a toothy grin, but the bulk of the hostility dissolves as if it never was and he heads towards the stairwell.]

Do I really feed you, though?

[He trails after, not a little relieved at the outcome of that little excursion]

Not if you're smart. You know what I mean.

[He prowls down the hall and up the stairs, in no particular hurry.]

Yeah, I guess I do. Wish I didn't.

[He follows Creed up the stairs, shaking his head a little at his new inmate]

[He just laughs, cruel but deeply amused.

When he gets to the deck he crosses over to the railing, takes a few minutes to just stare at the view.]

Least this place is still open I guess.

[He gives Creed a wide berth, standing near him but not on top of him, and crosses his arms]

Yeah, who's to say how long that's gonna last.

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