'...They thought they could take me down, use my paranoia and habits against me...
But I've learned...
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It’s time to stand up, get ready to fight
For all the wrongs that should be right
Or watch the world as it slowly falls apart

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immortals falling for mortals

immortals getting clingy and needy because you have so little time we need to make the most of it

and their lovers being like chill i’ve still got like fifty years and we’ve already spent decades together we’ve been like all around the world by now but rly all I need is you

and just, no, you don’t understand that’s not nearly enough for all the things I want to show you please why are you slowing down I know but you’re tired a lot lately wait no



A little blonde girl situates herself at Vexx's feet, toting a lion stuffed animal.

The Virus tilts sightless cranium down to look at the child and a brow furrows in confusion as to why exactly the kiddie approached. He wasn’t exactly….kind looking with is big tusks and sharp tipped tails.

Settling himself on thick rib cage, the hunter-esque beast rumbles in curiosity;

And you are, little one?

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The youngest akomish wanders in on the sheriff, toting a cup of steaming tan liquid. Calling out, Ross scrubs behind hi neck with a free hand; 'Hey, big brother, can we go out to town later to get more tea?'




Usually warm brown eyes snap up at the voice, back to the younger and not giving away the change in the officer. Shifting in his chair he straightens and stays looking ahead, something very unlike the akomish. “Out already are we?” It’s forced, the light tone almost too sweet for Reggie.

Theres a slight flinch at the first call of his name, and when Reggie says it a second time soon tailed by an inquiry Ross’ response is a quiet squeak as nose is touched to the tattered fabric of the toy before he looks over at the wood behind him and responds quietly, but still loud enough to be heard.

'…Is that really you….Reggie?'

"Of course it’s me." There’s a slight huff, the indifference, the disturbing tone in his voice gone and leaving the usual calm and smooth tone the elder always had. "Why are you hiding in there?" He touches the door and gives it a gentle knock.

Ross nibbles at his lip in thought at Reggie’s reply and nearly jumps at the knocking on the door before he pulls away from at and looks down at his plushie and grimaces some. Reaching a hand forward, he unhinges the lock and cracks the door open a tad so a bright eye can peer out and what can be seen of his expression is nervous and cagey.

'…Because you'd hurt me…'