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WHO: Slade and Hush
WHERE: Creepy warehouses
WHEN: UHHH during/around the time all this zany porter stuff is happening
WARNINGS: IDK nothing. Though, prob gon' be a lot of violence and stuff.
SUMMARY: Home videos and sadists having lovely chats
FORMAT: Whatever



Since his arrival, Hush had been rather “quiet” in the community (no pun intended). It wasn’t as if he lacked any significant tasks to do, in fact, it was far from it. A new place, new people, new epidemics… things he wasn’t familiar with. This called for drastic measures and planning. While he oh-so-wanted to tear apart that which infuriated him now, he had to hold back. He was a surgeon after all. Life was like an operation; it required careful procedures, any slip of the knife could shut down all vitals. The means of his operations were not useless.

Elliot was already somebody else. The signature bandages mummified his face, as this new appearance would certainly require healing. He did indeed love being the great “Bruce Wayne” for a day, but he foolishly outed himself too soon. His fury got the better of him. Now… now he had things under control. Already, he’d made somewhat of a new alliance with “Odysseus.”

Additionally, he was in the works of increasing his financial gain as well. How unfortunate that he was lacking here, but it was hardly as awful as it had been prior to his arrival. Now he was able to start anew. Casualties would be involved, as it was related to the extendability of life.

However, he first needed to strengthen this alliance. As of now, it was the only one he had that he could confidently say was something “close” of trustworthy.

Though he didn’t trust anyone.

So Thomas Elliot waited in the warehouse for his supposed "comrade." He wasn't certain regarding any specific expectations. He was however, willing to use this monstrosity of an ability if it came down to it. The thought sickened him... but everything happened for a reason. For now, it would be a tool.

The coaxing words of his mother echoing through his head. A failure. A disgrace.

This is what drove him.

Comments

PFFFT SO IS THE LIFE OF RP NO SHAME NO SHAME

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Apparently the answer was satisfactory enough. Despite the fact that they had a very similar mindset, Hush wasn't about to spill his life story to anyone. His story was one built on his own personal philosophy and decisions. Besides, as Hush, it was better to maintain his unlabeled status for the time being.

"If you want any specifics, you're going to have to ask." Though, this didn't necessarily mean he was willing to share. Of course he would provide an answer, but that didn't mean the truth would be told.

"And no." The retort was steely and unwavering. Getting personal would create excess baggage, develop false implications of comradery, or otherwise inspire less than desirable relations. Though, there was one attribute about this newcomer that was growing slightly bothersome: the mask. It was highly unlikely that he knew who this person was and he wasn't very forgiving when it came to trickery.

After remaining silent for another moment, he finally spoke. "I am however, going to need your word that we have not met before this."

*SO. MUCH. SHAME. SO MUCH.*

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Slade accepted the answer silently, having expected something similar when he'd asked. In truth, Slade really wasn't all that curious about Hush's life story - or at least not in the sense Hush was probably thinking of. He was curious about the world from which the man had come, so similar and yet distinct from his own, so any information Hush had would be welcome in the that regard, especially when dealing with others from that particular reality. Still, he couldn't fault Hush for wanting to keep such detail to himself since they hadn't been conversing very long. He would keep the semi-invitation to ask more in mind, though.

"Noted."

Calm, cool, and collected as always, Slade's mouth quirked slightly when Hush backtracked. Apparently, the man did want to know something, though he hadn't phrased it as a question. It was a curious demand, one that probably had something to do with past dealings Hush had had in his own world. He'd been duped, possibly even betrayed by former partners. Slade had no proof of this, of course, but it seemed to be the most likely explanation. Was Hush afraid of it? That they really had met before and that Slade was planning to double-cross him? Possibly. Still, it was too early in the game for such things, and since Slade really hadn't met the man before, any question of 'second-time' betrayals was a moot point. It was no skin off his back to provide the reassurance Hush wanted, either, so he indulged him.

"You have it."

The words came easily enough, the honesty there if Hush cared to pick it out. Slade had nothing to lose from it, and there was no harm in establishing some basis of trust, however superfluous it would prove to be.