Place your bets on your lives, petits. You never know when ze Reaper will come calling for you.
[ Greetings Tumblr Fort, LadyAmmaretto reporting in here! here with his own blog, is my OC, Lucifer. It all started as an oddball cosplay that suddenly escalated and is now a character all his own. Warnings for violence, sexual themes, language, ect. Enjoy! ]
Post reblogged from TAKE YOUR MEDICINE with 6 notes
Shifting Shadows
“Of course I know ‘ow well you’ve been, Aldous. As for Mountain Lab, not my division. In ozher words, I was ordered not to intervene. Not zat I would want to anyways. ‘alf of ze people zere are useless, not to mention crippled. Zuch as Ammaretto Bates (shot in zhe kneecaps before ‘er transfer and a whole zlew of ozher zings. Ze girl ees a bad luck magnet!) and zat Zcout…Tess I zink?”He let out a wicked cackle, he could see how tense the Medic was about his presence. The fact that he was even there was probably highly disturbing, considering he only showed up when things were amiss. And he caught that scowl. How could have anyone known about what Aldous Haswell did to Jane Doe?
It was hard to check the shadows, the mysterious man always was present when things were…interesting to say the least. That was one of the times he happened to be observing Aldous. The entire situation had amused him greatly, especially when Abelärd found out. Oh and how hilarious it was when the BLU Medic went and tore his twin apart, his mutual RED friend suffering the exact same fate.
Obviously, this event was reported to the Administrator. She was well informed about everyone and everything thanks to her elusive team of so few skilled people. Lucifer was in high favor with her due to all the shit he could dig up or all the horrible things he observed.
Moving from the gurney, he seemed to glide across the space to make idle observances at the medical tools and the RED’s modified medigun. He spent the longest time examining it, tipping his head this way and that, occasionally craning his neck to look from an odd angle.
“Yeou ‘ave been zhrough a lot, Aldous. Your disappearance wizh your brozher, teaming up wizh him and Dominik ‘awker to zave zat Heavy Weapons man, and ze lizt goes on and on.”
He turned back to face the other man, adjusting his black gloves and then his necktie. Crisp, clean, presentable. The man known as “Death”. Lucifer could see Aldous’ hands ready to arm him as the Spy freely waltzed about the medibay.
“Oh! And let’s not mention zat ‘ybrid Medic, Jaecar Bach, now wizh Fyrua and not to mention quite chummy wizh your least favorite Medic on your team, ‘ilderich Eberhardt. Yeou really ‘ave ‘ad quite ze slew of zings ‘appen to you, ‘asswell. I should check in on your brozher too, now zat I zink about it…”
He flashes a grin.
Source: zehypocriticaloath
Post reblogged from TAKE YOUR MEDICINE with 6 notes
Shifting Shadows
lethalblakpoison submitted: -the Medic’s own shadow shifts now, as if the source of light had moved yet it hadn’t. From behind to now in front of the older man. A Spy clad in black rises to stand in front of him. His youthful face carries a dangerous smile as he adjusts his thick, black framed glasses-
Juzt…cheekeing up, Aldous. ‘ow are you? After all ze sheet yeou’ve been zhrough, it’s astonishing zat you are breezhing. Especially after what yeou did to Monsieur Doe.
-with a light, swift step, the man promptly seats himself on a gurney and watches the Medic with a steely gaze- Coldfront ees far more quiet zan Mountain Lab, I muzt zay.
Goddammit! It was that Spy! He felt himself take a reflexive step back once the man manifested from the darkness in front of him. Grandiose in nature, he was. The Medic felt his left hand twitch a bit, as the right one dipped down to rest on the end of his Blutsauger, hooked on the opposite side of his belt, compared to the Vita-saw.
“Marvelous,” he replied, dryly. “I’ve been zimply vonderful. But I assume zat you already know—-“
He gulped, fear reflecting in his eye for a moment. So, the Admin’s henchmen. The BLAK team. Formed of only a handful of members— that’s all they really needed. In direct line of the Admin, and in correlation to the up keeping of the mercenary ranks, this team often times spied on the mercenaries, and if one deemed dangerous to the company’s mission, they were never heard from again.
He scowled, deeply. They knew about his experiment on Jane Doe. How…? Dammit. Did Rico, the BLAK Sniper, find out? Or did this Spy? Maybe their Soldier? But he wasn’t the smart type, bless him.
And there, the Spy makes himself at home. His filthy germs must be everywhere, now…
Lip curling back in a sneer, the austere Medic barks out a caustic sounding laugh. “Vhy aren’t you helping zhose at Mountain Lab? Hmmm?”
“Of course I know ‘ow well you’ve been, Aldous. As for Mountain Lab, not my division. In ozher words, I was ordered not to intervene. Not zat I would want to anyways. ‘alf of ze people zere are useless, not to mention crippled. Zuch as Ammaretto Bates (shot in zhe kneecaps before ‘er transfer and a whole zlew of ozher zings. Ze girl ees a bad luck magnet!) and zat Zcout…Tess I zink?”
He let out a wicked cackle, he could see how tense the Medic was about his presence. The fact that he was even there was probably highly disturbing, considering he only showed up when things were amiss. And he caught that scowl. How could have anyone known about what Aldous Haswell did to Jane Doe?
It was hard to check the shadows, the mysterious man always was present when things were…interesting to say the least. That was one of the times he happened to be observing Aldous. The entire situation had amused him greatly, especially when Abelärd found out. Oh and how hilarious it was when the BLU Medic went and tore his twin apart, his mutual RED friend suffering the exact same fate.
Obviously, this event was reported to the Administrator. She was well informed about everyone and everything thanks to her elusive team of so few skilled people. Lucifer was in high favor with her due to all the shit he could dig up or all the horrible things he observed.
Moving from the gurney, he seemed to glide across the space to make idle observances at the medical tools and the RED’s modified medigun. He spent the longest time examining it, tipping his head this way and that, occasionally craning his neck to look from an odd angle.
“Yeou ‘ave been zhrough a lot, Aldous. Your disappearance wizh your brozher, teaming up wizh him and Dominik ‘awker to zave zat Heavy Weapons man, and ze lizt goes on and on.”
He turned back to face the other man, adjusting his black gloves and then his necktie. Crisp, clean, presentable. The man known as “Death”. Lucifer could see Aldous’ hands ready to arm him as the Spy freely waltzed about the medibay.
“Oh! And let’s not mention zat ‘ybrid Medic, Jaecar Bach, now wizh Fyrua and not to mention quite chummy wizh your least favorite Medic on your team, ‘ilderich Eberhardt. Yeou really ‘ave ‘ad quite ze slew of zings ‘appen to you, ‘asswell. I should check in on your brozher too, now zat I zink about it…”
He flashes a grin.
Source: zehypocriticaloath
(( Oh it’s so nice to play this asshat again. |D But I gotta go to work so I’ll catch up with RPs when I get home. u v u ))
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quickscoped liked your post: Viens maintenant l’hiver, jouer avec moi. Le givre…
-smirk- Fond of poetry, Monsieur ‘awker?
Actually… yeah. Oi miss French poetry. Hectate used to recite stuff all the toime.
Ah, ‘ectate, your Zpy lover. I remember ‘im. ‘e was a good Zpy. My condolences for your loss.
Hectate Durand, yeah. *He grins at the compliment towards his deceased lover* Ahhh, he’s in a better place now, yeh know?
Oui, I agree. Much better zan beeing ‘ere but I digress.
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Young, alone, with nothing to lose.: lethalblakpoison said: Right, because zat will zave zem. -snorts- →
Get. Get outta here.
Who invited you? My babies, my business.
No one, petite. I invited myzelf. B)c
Bezides, I do whatever I pleaze, zo do not try and tell me to leave when…well I juzt got here, Mademoiselle…
-snorts-
To ozzers, per’aps. To me? Too easy.
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'm real sorry...: stupidsexysniper started following you →
Ah, Monsieur Riley, zo good of you to join ze game.
…How do yeh know my name?
‘ow do I know your name? -he chuckles- Ah, zat’s a secret, petite. All I really can zay ees zat being zhe BLAK Zpy ‘as it’s…”perks”.
-he offers…
-yes, BLAKs were highly dangerous people but Lucifer would go easy on the hybrid Sniper. He was aware he was a skiddish, timid man. No reason to give him a reason to freak out. At least, not right away-
-he gently takes the hand offered to him and shakes it with one of his own black gloved ones- Ah, before I forget…-withdrawing his hand, he reaches into his vest pocket and produces a blue poker chip and hands it to Riley with a kind smile- A token; juzt a leetle zomezing to remember our meeting by.
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Post reblogged from Delusional Child with 7 notes
lethalblakpoison said: Right, because zat will zave zem. -snorts-
Get. Get outta here.
Who invited you? My babies, my business.
No one, petite. I invited myzelf. B)c
Bezides, I do whatever I pleaze, zo do not try and tell me to leave when…well I juzt got here, Mademoiselle Allizon.
But I don’t want you here….
:1c
Zat does not matter to me. What you want and what you do not want are not relevant to my interezts.
I’m juzt zurprized zat you are ztill breazhing….B|
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stupidsexysniper started following you
Ah, Monsieur Riley, zo good of you to join ze game.
…How do yeh know my name?
‘ow do I know your name? -he chuckles- Ah, zat’s a secret, petite. All I really can zay ees zat being zhe BLAK Zpy ‘as it’s…”perks”.
-he offers the hybrid a friendly smile- But, no need to worry. Je suis Lucifer.
Source: lethalblakpoison
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