2nd Bite // [ Audio ] // [ Spam ]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Audio ]

[ He sounds almost bored. But more or less amicable and polite. ]

If anyone is up to the task, I could really go for an apple or two. Assuming, of course there are any on board. But honestly, I'd settle for...any manner of fruit. There must be someone willing to help a guy out in bring some down here.

[ Spam ] // [ Back dated, sort of. Spanning a total of 7 days, starting when he was locked up ]

[ The irony wasn't lost on him. Locked up like this, after what he'd done. But he hadn't been so kind as to provide such amenities as beds. While he appreciated the twisted joke, below the surface, he was furious. A low simmering fury that never quite touched the surface. And it wasn't the indignation of a bunch of teenagers locking him up. But rather that as weak as he'd felt in his room, down here it was even worse. He was no stronger than the rest of them. His senses dulled to an extreme.

Over the first few days, his wounds healed finally. Frustratingly slow, for his tastes. But soon, the strange, unnatural looking burns were gone and he was restored to his not-so-true human-looking state.

He was a patient inmate. Biding his time. Calmly observing the wardens who came by. Even striking up idle conversations. Hardly the cruel and sadistic monster that allegedly landed him in that cell. Otherwise, he spent his time quietly observing the network, or resting. He was as calm as he was patient. Never restless. Never aggressive. At least not without provocation.

Even if things did get rough, he seemed to always return to his friendly demeanor, as if the previous incidents never happened. It always seemed to make people so very uncomfortable when they knew what it hid. And that's the way he liked it. ]

((OOC: Dates are still a little fuzzy, pending closure of the epic fight in his intro post. There might be some infirmary time before he's brought to Level 0, but I've given permission for maximum time, cause he's being a very bad inmate. Feel free to harass him at any time in any fashion. Audio post is for today, toward the end of his stay.))

Comments

[maced_eggs]

I went an' fucking told you I'd make you sick, didn't I?

Your breath was terrible, by the way.

Fuckin' hell. You cunt.

[400yearsofsurvival]

All the same. I'm looking forward to...repaying you for your generosity.

[maced_eggs]

I wouldn't try it, mate.

I'm a motherfucking grim reaper. I'll tear your soul right out your body.

[He can't; he's powerless. That won't stop him from bluffing]

[400yearsofsurvival]

I'm afraid you'll be rather disappointed, if you try.

[ 1. If Mason had power like that, he would have tried during the attack. Or so Jerry assumed. 2. He didn't exactly HAVE a soul. Well, he did, somewhere in there. But he wasn't using it. So if Mason could pull it out, he was welcome to it. 3. Mason would have to get within biting range for something like that, he assumed. Which he doubted was happening any time soon. ]

[maced_eggs]

Why? You walking around without a soul? Doesn't surprise me. You bloody wanker.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He chuckles. Bordering on creepy. ]

No, I just don't think you have the...ability. Plus, I'm guessing that's a close-range sort of thing.

[maced_eggs]

Oh, I've got the fuckin' ability. I've reap one or two a day for the last forty fuckin' years.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Forty? Really?

[ He sounds impressed. Impressed that it's such a short time. But Jerry's been at this whole death thing about ten times as long. ]

How does it work?

[maced_eggs]

You think I'm gonna sit here an' tell you how it works when you fuckin' attacked me not several days prior?

Fuck off.

[400yearsofsurvival]

I'm sure I'll see how it works once you make your attempt.

[maced_eggs]

Grubby bastard.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Assuming you make one, that is.

[maced_eggs]

I am trying to fucking graduate.

But I will say that if you try eating me, I will not hesitate to defend myself.

Prick.

[400yearsofsurvival]

So it's not necessary to...watch my back, then?

[maced_eggs]

Mate, I don't give a shit what you choose to do with your back.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Do you always have this much trouble keeping up, or should we just blame the blood loss?

[maced_eggs]

I repeat to you;

Fuck off!

[400yearsofsurvival]

Tell me, Mason. With the blood of a day-old corpse, do you also heal like one?

[maced_eggs]

It certainly fuckin' feels that way, thanks.

[400yearsofsurvival]

I'm sure we can find a solution for that.

[ Can someone who's already dead be turned? He doubted it. But he was more than happy to rip out someone's throat in an attempt. Being mindful to not swallow. ]

[maced_eggs]

Piss off. I've already got it being looked at, no thanks t'you.

[400yearsofsurvival]

It's been nearly a week, Mason. But I wonder. If you made me sick, could it go both ways?

[ His bite did have a violent effect on the living. But with how weak he was, even outside of Zero, he doubted it's efficiency from a single bite. ]

[maced_eggs]

You know, I get that question all the time. An' for the final time, no; I'm a ladies' man.

[400yearsofsurvival]

Some how I doubt you have the focus to obtain one.

[maced_eggs]

I've been told it's because I don't bathe and I'm always drunk.

But when I'm sober, you should fuckin' see me.