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CAPT. ROBERT CROSS

  • Independant Roleplay Blog for Captain Robert Cross of [PROTOTYPE]
  • Has some major AU aspects
  • Multiverse/Multifandom friendly
  • Mun is 24 so anything goes

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BASIC INFO ON CROSS
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 300 lbs
Hair Color: Black with a shock of white [There’s a story here, kiddies!]
Eye Color: Toxic, Virulent Green; glows in low/no light.
Robert Cross is the tough Captain of Blackwatch, the special military organization tasked with combating bio-terror threats.  He has his own squad, known as the Wisemen, and he is not a man you want to cross.
Gruff and a little rough around the edges, he is still worth getting to know, always ready to give some advice, hang out, or have a good fight.

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1st person owns my muse handcuffed for 3 days

"You do know these won’t hold me, right?"

The virus didn’t look at the other at all after he had given him the key.  He was still pretty steamed himself that he had let this happen in the first place.  But damnit his determination always overwhelmed his common sense.  Alex sighed heavily as he started to slowly flex his fingers and rub softly over the area where Cross had bit down.  And when the man spoke, Alex couldn’t whip his head around fast enough to how he really felt.

"You mean- even after all that- you still want to go through with this?" he’s asking.  "I don’t know- is my answer.  Hell, you’re better at coming up with things to do better than I am.  I don’t have any hobbies or desires to do with you."

"Well, you did get the three days, fair and square."  He shrugged.  "I don’t know what to do, either.  I’m not that great at thinking of stuff, to be honest.  Maybe I just spend too much time working, you know?  At any rate, if you want to call it off, that’s fine too, I guess…."  

There was a deep sigh and then he’s shaking his head.  ”No- no I’m not backing off.  I already got an injury from it so I’m going on.  You can’t scare me off that easily.”  He’s looking a little more determined and hurt as he’s looking Cross up and down again.  ”It’s just… I don’t know I think it’s better this way so we can catch up and neither of us can get distracted by something else.  You did disappear for a while so I suppose being stuck together for three days shouldn’t be too bad for us to catch up getting used to each other again.”

The area of his arm is turning into a sickly bruise, but the bone is mending just fine now.  It’s still got a fracture break in it but that’d take an hour to really heal.

"Why don’t we do something you like to do for fun?  Something that doesn’t involve me breaking another bone from your teeth."

So Cold prompt over.

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"You do know these won’t hold me, right?"

There was a flicker of something in those green eyes, but it was gone too fast to be read.  Cross knew what it was— concern, and maybe the barest glimmer of remorse.  But the Virus would heal, after all, and it wasn’t like he’d done any lasting damage.

And the little shit had asked for it.
He looked at him for a long moment, before setting him on his feet, only a little roughly.
"Glad we got that cleared up."  He glanced down at the handcuff still dangling from his belt loop.  "You gonna get this off of me, or…"  He raised his head to look at Alex.

When he was dropped, he stumbled a bit backwards until he stood straight again and held his arm still.  Shit that did hurt.  Bones took longer to heal.  Alex held it to his chest and didn’t look at Cross as he avoided his gaze.  ”Yeah- just give me a second,” he said, now taking a key from his pocket and holding it up.  He hands it to Cross.  ”You can do that since my arm’s still healing up.”

He took the key, his own expression carefully neutral.  He refused to feel bad, dammit, it wasn’t anything the Virus couldn’t heal from, and hey, maybe he would learn his damned lesson this time.  He unlocked the cuff and extricated it from his belt loop, then pocketed the key, swinging the cuffs around on one finger.
"Well, you have me for three days, what now, then?"  He quirked a brow.

The virus didn’t look at the other at all after he had given him the key.  He was still pretty steamed himself that he had let this happen in the first place.  But damnit his determination always overwhelmed his common sense.  Alex sighed heavily as he started to slowly flex his fingers and rub softly over the area where Cross had bit down.  And when the man spoke, Alex couldn’t whip his head around fast enough to how he really felt.

"You mean- even after all that- you still want to go through with this?" he’s asking.  "I don’t know- is my answer.  Hell, you’re better at coming up with things to do better than I am.  I don’t have any hobbies or desires to do with you."

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"You do know these won’t hold me, right?"

 

He glared back at the other with those lurid green eyes, then-  ”Right, you asked for it.”  And with his free hand, he pried one of Alex’s hands off his arm, pulled it taught-
-and then leaned in and bit it, hard enough to feel the unnaturally satisfying crunch of bone between his teeth.  He released the Virus’ arm from his jaws, giving him a look that said Alex should take more care with his epithets.  ”Two can play this game, and I’ve got all fuckin’ day, Alex.”
He wasn’t just the Blackwatch Captain anymore.  He was an Evolved, just like Alex, and he no longer had any qualms about using his abilities.  Alex was in for a world of trouble if he didn’t defuse this quickly.

There was a weird feeling washing all over Alex’s body.  Something in his eyes that showed a bit of fear from the whole thing of Cross not just dropping him yet.  The words sent a cold shiver through him, and his eyes went wide under the hood as his arm was grabbed rather harshly and brought before the male’s mouth.  And when those teeth dug into the jacket and through those layers- he started hissing and such before a loud scream was heard at the crunch of bone.

"OKAY OKAY FINE!  Oh fuckin-"  He’s waving his arm, now holding it to him as he’s nursing it, fully understanding that Cross wasn’t going to give in like most of the people he’d met in his lifetime.  And it was true that even he would back off from the Captain whenever there was a fight.  This guy was a Hellhound amongst mere dogs when it came to fights with Evolved of any sort.  And- Alex wasn’t stupid.

Not because he got hurt, but because he had let the fight continue on this long and was on the verge of breaking out into his own feral viral form.  That itself would cause many a problem and he wasn’t going to risk that.  Cross could kill him in a heartbeat if he needed to.

Curled up in the hold of the Captain, he submitted to him as his arm slowly mended the broken bone of his radius.  ”Christ- okay!  I get it.  You’re not fat.”

There was a flicker of something in those green eyes, but it was gone too fast to be read.  Cross knew what it was— concern, and maybe the barest glimmer of remorse.  But the Virus would heal, after all, and it wasn’t like he’d done any lasting damage.
And the little shit had asked for it.
He looked at him for a long moment, before setting him on his feet, only a little roughly.
"Glad we got that cleared up."  He glanced down at the handcuff still dangling from his belt loop.  "You gonna get this off of me, or…"  He raised his head to look at Alex.

When he was dropped, he stumbled a bit backwards until he stood straight again and held his arm still.  Shit that did hurt.  Bones took longer to heal.  Alex held it to his chest and didn’t look at Cross as he avoided his gaze.  ”Yeah- just give me a second,” he said, now taking a key from his pocket and holding it up.  He hands it to Cross.  ”You can do that since my arm’s still healing up.”

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"You do know these won’t hold me, right?"

Huffing and puffing and fighting to his last breath like a firecracker, Alex kept up his shoving and clawing on Cross.  He was getting absolutely frustrated and angry, unable to find any humor in this.  ”If you don’t get off I’m going to turn into a damn puffer fish and put a spike through your ass!” he grunted and grit.  ”Get your blubber butt off of me!”

The burring rumble that started in the big Captain’s chest was a warning that came only too late for the incapacitated Virus.  Cross got off of him, only to snatch him up by the back of his jacket like someone picking up an errant cat by the scruff of its neck.  He bared his teeth in Alex’s face, his eyes narrowed and seething, the virulent green glowing dimly.  ”You want to find out once and for all just how much of me is ‘fat’?”

Some things never changed, and it seemed that the bickering and posturing between these two would be one of those things.

When Cross finally got off of his chest, he gave a deep gasp of air and started coughing.  God what the hell did this big guy eat?!  Alex’s icy eyes widened when he was picked up like that, forced to kind of kick and hiss like a spitting cat as he reached up and gripped the arm tightly.

Alex gave Cross an equal glare and fang baring expression as he.  But sadly this virus was more like a fighting animal than a convincing human sometimes when he got his motor going upstairs.  And boy- sometimes he regretted his mouth.

"Bite me, fatty.”

He glared back at the other with those lurid green eyes, then-  ”Right, you asked for it.”  And with his free hand, he pried one of Alex’s hands off his arm, pulled it taught-
-and then leaned in and bit it, hard enough to feel the unnaturally satisfying crunch of bone between his teeth.  He released the Virus’ arm from his jaws, giving him a look that said Alex should take more care with his epithets.  ”Two can play this game, and I’ve got all fuckin’ day, Alex.”
He wasn’t just the Blackwatch Captain anymore.  He was an Evolved, just like Alex, and he no longer had any qualms about using his abilities.  Alex was in for a world of trouble if he didn’t defuse this quickly.

There was a weird feeling washing all over Alex’s body.  Something in his eyes that showed a bit of fear from the whole thing of Cross not just dropping him yet.  The words sent a cold shiver through him, and his eyes went wide under the hood as his arm was grabbed rather harshly and brought before the male’s mouth.  And when those teeth dug into the jacket and through those layers- he started hissing and such before a loud scream was heard at the crunch of bone.

"OKAY OKAY FINE!  Oh fuckin-"  He’s waving his arm, now holding it to him as he’s nursing it, fully understanding that Cross wasn’t going to give in like most of the people he’d met in his lifetime.  And it was true that even he would back off from the Captain whenever there was a fight.  This guy was a Hellhound amongst mere dogs when it came to fights with Evolved of any sort.  And- Alex wasn’t stupid.

Not because he got hurt, but because he had let the fight continue on this long and was on the verge of breaking out into his own feral viral form.  That itself would cause many a problem and he wasn’t going to risk that.  Cross could kill him in a heartbeat if he needed to.

Curled up in the hold of the Captain, he submitted to him as his arm slowly mended the broken bone of his radius.  ”Christ- okay!  I get it.  You’re not fat.”

tagged: #oh no #Alex gon' die
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"You do know these won’t hold me, right?"

Huffing and puffing and fighting to his last breath like a firecracker, Alex kept up his shoving and clawing on Cross.  He was getting absolutely frustrated and angry, unable to find any humor in this.  ”If you don’t get off I’m going to turn into a damn puffer fish and put a spike through your ass!” he grunted and grit.  ”Get your blubber butt off of me!”

The burring rumble that started in the big Captain’s chest was a warning that came only too late for the incapacitated Virus.  Cross got off of him, only to snatch him up by the back of his jacket like someone picking up an errant cat by the scruff of its neck.  He bared his teeth in Alex’s face, his eyes narrowed and seething, the virulent green glowing dimly.  ”You want to find out once and for all just how much of me is ‘fat’?”

Some things never changed, and it seemed that the bickering and posturing between these two would be one of those things.

When Cross finally got off of his chest, he gave a deep gasp of air and started coughing.  God what the hell did this big guy eat?!  Alex’s icy eyes widened when he was picked up like that, forced to kind of kick and hiss like a spitting cat as he reached up and gripped the arm tightly.

Alex gave Cross an equal glare and fang baring expression as he.  But sadly this virus was more like a fighting animal than a convincing human sometimes when he got his motor going upstairs.  And boy- sometimes he regretted his mouth.

"Bite me, fatty.”

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"You do know these won’t hold me, right?"

 

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"One more step, Mercer, and you’re really gonna wish you’d found a more productive way to spend your day."  His tone was almost bored, but those virulent green eyes sparked with amusement at the scared-jackrabbit way the Virus was inching towards him.  

He made no move to back up or get away from the other— he was honestly curious how far the Virus planned to push his luck.

And besides.  It could be fun.

It was when Cross spoke that he froze back in his tracks, arms lowered just enough as he’s looking back up and keeping his eyes glued on the other.

But quick as a viper, he hooks the rings onto a single loop and clicks them into place before immediately backing away several feet.  The virus is in a fleeing stance, ready to run if need be.

Pretty much what he’d expected, jump in, jump out.  And when the Virus beat a hasty retreat, he retaliated with a ferocious speed Alex should have seen coming.  A charge, then a whirl, his arm catching Alex around the upper chest and slamming him flat on his back with a cringe-worthy SMASH.

Then he plopped on top of the Virus, sitting on him and neatly pinning him under his weight.  He looked down at him with that same patient expression.  ”Told you you would wish you’d found more productive things to do.”

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"Hope you’re comfortable down there, ‘cause I ain’t moving."

There was a quick yelp when he’s grabbed, and then pinned to the ground with a loud ‘SHIT’ before he’s wheezing when the enormous weight was pushing down on his chest.  Alex had forgotten how heavy the male was with all his gear on.  Just think if he had that arm cannon, then this would definitely crush his sternum and ribs.  His arms are flailing, beating on Cross’ back to make him get off- and an angry and fussy virus snarling and spitting as he’s trying to push him off.

"God damn it, Cross!" he grunted, legs flailing too as he’s on his back and trying to kick or slide himself along to get the male off.  "You’re fat!"

"Oi, shitwipe, muscle weighs more than fat!"

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"And you’re the one who didn’t take the warning seriously, now suffer the consequences.  I could always just punt you into low orbit instead, if you prefer."  He wriggled a bit, squishing the smaller male a little more.  "If you’d learn to fuckin’ listen, you wouldn’t find yourself in these situations all the time."  He crossed his arms over his chest, and steadfastly refused to let the other up.

Huffing and puffing and fighting to his last breath like a firecracker, Alex kept up his shoving and clawing on Cross.  He was getting absolutely frustrated and angry, unable to find any humor in this.  ”If you don’t get off I’m going to turn into a damn puffer fish and put a spike through your ass!” he grunted and grit.  ”Get your blubber butt off of me!”

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You make it pretty fucking hard not to, loudmouth.

outofgrenades;  —This is funny because you were my senpai for a long long time, now you’re my friend.  Friends.  uwu

mun: FWIEEEEEEENDS~

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