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Cry hovered aimlessly through the valleys and hills of tombstones that covered the area. His bright white mask casted a contrast against the darkness of the area, making him almost impossible not to spot. He wore a green zip up jacket, adorning a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers as well. Very casual, besides the pentagram necklace that poked out of the space at the top of his jacket that wasn't zipped up.
Brutus gazed at a tombstone that read: Here lies Maria Wetherton. He suddenly straightened up. That smell. That feeling in the air. Like you were dirty, and no amount of baths would ever clense you. But this feeling was worse. 10 times worse. This one was big. But it wouldn't matter. It would be killed like every other filthy, evil, imperfect freaks that had ever dared to cross him. "Mutant..." he whispered as he turned around to look and the thing. "DIE!" he yelled and he ran at the mutant.
Cry waited until Brutus would have impacted him to teleport behind him, "Woah woah woah, at least take me out for dinner first" he said blankly, now becoming fully aware of Brutus's presence.
Brutus stopped. He turned to look at the mutant. "Your jokes just make me want to kill you more. Your teleportation will make a fine edition to my powers."
Cry stared at him eerily before tilting his head slowly to the side, "Well... I don't normally teleport. Though if you were to somehow inherit my powers, I don't think you'd need to fight anymore" he chimed monotonously. << Oh, he's satan by the way XD >>
<>Fast as lightning, he ran up to the mutant and grabbed his shoulders. Looking straight into his eyes, he read the mutants mind. Then he used his super strength to push away from him.
"You're the Satan. That's nice. Well, one way or another, we will both be going to you're house at some point." He withdrew two throwing knives and threw one at the thing whom he hated almost as much as Blake Peters.
<< Wait, nobody knows he's Satan. >>
((Brutus has the power to read minds, and he found out that way.
<< Cry's mind can't be read. As well as Amaterasu, and a few other people. If he could read Cry's mind, and I believe this is stated in his traits, Brutus would go completely and utterly insane. >>
((He already is completely and utter insane))
<< Uhm... Does he have an alt persona that if unleashed would completely destroy the entire world and the second creator? Or a complex where he can't quite differentiate between reality and fantasy? Or his problem with spacing out, or accidentally killing people, random uncontrollable teleportation, amongst many other things? It's a different kind of insanity. And even so, he wouldn't be able to read his mind >>
((Ok. Then just exclude that comment all together.))
<< I'll post again then >>Cry raised an eyebrow, "So you just gonna stand there and be mad?" he asked, opening his palm out and holding a fresh strawberry out to him, "here, you can call it a sort of friendship fruit" he said, his voice and stature remaining completely blank.
Brutus walked up to him and grabbed the strawberry. He took one bite and spit it back in his face. He crushed the strawberry and threw the remains of the fruit at the mutants feet.
Cry wiped the strawberry off of his mask, "Wow. That isn't what Eve did." he muttered quietly before folding his arms, "I take it you don't like fruit. How about cupcakes, I've got a lot of those" he asked.
"Forget it. I'm not eating anymore of your poisoned food. You think I don't know who you are. WHAT YOU ARE?!" he drew a knife and rammed it towards the mutants stoomach.
Cry glanced down at the knife as it impacted his skin, blue blood dripping down the knife and suddenly sparking up, throwing him backwards as he healed over. "Ouch" he said blankly.
Brutus looked at the blue blood on his knife. "Blue?" he said. He was starting to put the clues together.
"You know, you shouldn't just randomly stab people" he said blankly, glancing at the rip in his jacket.
"Good thing you're not a person." said Brutus coldly.
"Wow. Ouch. Mrow" he said, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms.
"Die you DEMON!" he yelled, and threw knife after knife at him
Cry stood completely still, "So that's a no to the cupcakes?" he asked, the knives seeming to dissapear when they got to close to him.
Brutus stared at him with pure venom
"Uhmm... How about cookies? Cookies are nice. I mean I prefer cupcakes but cookies are good too" he said in his blank, flat toned voice.
"Stop offering me food you imbecile! Stop it or I'm not playing with you anymore!"
"We were playing a game?" he rubbed the back of his neck in confusion, "I didn't bring any game things. I mean, I like chess. Do you like chess?" he asked.
"Forget it. You're a complete moron. I don't kill morons. It's beneath me." Brutus turned.
"Wow. Rude." he said blankly. "And if anything, you're kind of beneath me" he replied, hovering towards a gravestone, and glancing down at it.
"So you just gonna stand there and say nothing?" he asked, floating up to him and poking his shoulder.
Brutus, quicker than light, grabbed the finger. "Touch me again and I'll break your finger. Got it?"
"But now you're touching me" he said blankly, the head of his serpent tattoo peeking out from beneath his sleeve, along with the two rings tattooed around his wrists.
In one foul swoop, Brutus pulled up on the mutants finger.
Cry blinked, "Ouch" he had no trouble, snatching his hand away, "You're a mean kitty" he grumbled.
"I'm a human you bastard." said Brutus
"Mroooow" he replied, rubbing his finger with a soft frown. "I offer you a cupcake and you almost break my finger?" He muttered.
"So that gives you an excuse to deny a totally good baked good?" he replied.
"Pretty much. And besides... I hate cupcakes.
"I offered you cookies too. Who denies cookies?" he said, his blank voice raising just an auctive to express his disgust.
"Wow. You are one sad human being" he said blankly, suddenly stopping and shaking his head slowly.
"Not a mutant." he chimed, fixing his mask, "You seem rather sure of yourself Brutus" he said blankly.
"Well, I'm half vermin. Or was. I killed my mother at child birth, and I drained half of the blood from my body
"I know." he replied calmly, before averting his mask to tilt towards him, the black circles beginning to glow blue. "You do realize that you cannot rid of that side right? You may suppress it all you wish, but you can never rid of your mutant blood. You are still a mutant. So allow me to ask you a question.. all of this killing and hatred, is it really just a reflection of how you feel towards yourself for being born that way?" he said blankly.<< And no, he can't drain that blood from his body. Science don't work like that. Being a mutant is quite literally imprinted into his genetic code >>
