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{out of mutations} Alright guys, real talk for a second. I've got a work meeting on Friday (1/31) that I'm really nervous about. I might lose my job, but if I don't, I'll get a lot of work dumped on me for no extra pay. Either way, not a good meeting. My anxiety is having a blast with this entire situation, and it's affecting my muse, focus, creativity, etc.

I hate to do this because I've been skipping these blogs a lot, but I'm going to skip them this Weds (1/29) and again next week. This week is because my muse for my RE characters is so low, it's like pulling teeth to write for them. I'll be writing on other blogs that come easier to me this week to be kind to my own mental health. Next week I'll skip because Tues-Weds (2/4-2/5) I'll be grading hundreds of forum assignments. I know I've been so sparsely here lately, but it's just a bad time with work, combined with everything always happening on or interfering with Wednesdays for me for some reason.

I anticipate being back here on 2/12. I'll make every effort to do that because then I'm grading again on the 19th. My boss changed the forums assignments with very little notice before the start of the semester, so all my spreadsheets, grading rubrics, and feedback templates that make everything quick and streamlined? Garbage. I have to redo them all from scratch. So that's why every time one of these assignments is due, I'll need extra time to deal with them.

If anyone decides they'd rather not write with me anymore because my activity is so low, I would completely understand. For those who decide to stick with me, I promise I'm not giving up on my RE blogs, it's just a lull while I sort some things out with work. Thank you for your patience and understanding, I really do appreciate it.

See everyone back here on 2/12!

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{out of smokes} Alright, folks... It's been a trying week so far and I've got a headache that I hope isn't the start of a cold, so I think I'll call it an early night and get some extra sleep. Next Weds (1/22) I'll be on a short hiatus for the start of classes, so I won't be writing then. I hope to be back here the following Weds (1/29). See you then! =)

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Matt shrugged and glanced at the Crow. It looked back at his with large, black, glassy eyes. "I don't know. Maybe that's just always how it's done. Maybe... justice doesn't come without sacrifices," he supposed. It was his best guess. "Or maybe, for someone like me, who never liked hurting anyone, enacting justice on the people who hurt us and killing them goes against my nature. So it keeps my nerves raw, my anger stoked, and my pain fresh, so that it motivates me." One guess was as good as another, and he figured the Crow was never going to share its secrets or methods with anyone.

Matt smiled sadly at Wanda's words. "That doesn't mean 'm not sorry it happened," he said. "I care about you, Wanda. I never wanted to see you hurt. We all went through hell in those labs. I'm just as angry about what happened to you as I am about what was done to me." She was right about one thing, though... he wasn't alone anymore. "I'm not now... thanks to you," his smile turning very warm.

The Crow's decision to let him stay for a night without having to advance this sort of strange afterlife quest he'd been brought back from the dead for came as a big surprise to Matt. He'd been so sure there'd be no allowances made, since he'd already been permitted to have this time after death that most people never got. That was already a huge privilege. But he'd been pleasantly surprised.

He watched the Crow leave, his gaze then moving to Wanda as she spoke. Still smiling, Matt nodded. "I sure can. I'd love to," he said. Whatever she wanted him to do, whether it was just lay beside her or hold her, he'd do it for her, for it might be the last time he got to spend any real time with her at all. "Are you sure... you feel safe with me? You know I'd never hurt you, right? I know that all of this is a little weird..." he said with an insecure chuckle.

“How did you get in here?” (Wanda to the crow at her window)

The crow had landed on the narrow ledge outside the window in Wanda's room, peering in at her. A few caws escaped it as it intelligently eyed her, but the windows were sealed, and so nothing could be heard within. That is, until the crow suddenly moved from the outside of the glass to the inside...

Lingering near the window, the crow pecked at the glass, the crystalline tink tink! of the sound causing Wanda to turn her head. Another loud caw was loosed in her direction as Wanda spoke to the bird. It was friendly enough to her, though it offered her no answer to her question. Unbeknownst to Wanda, someone else had appeared in her room behind her, as her attention was on the crow.

"Hello, Wanda," Matt said, his tone carrying both warmth and sadness. There was a haunting look in his eyes, and red scars on his face, as if he'd been scratched by claws. "I'm glad you made it out safely."

After his harrowing ordeal in the joint Umbrella and Hydra laboratory, and being turned into the Nemesis creature, Matt had given his life to help Wanda and Pietro escape. It had taken a lot to kill him, and his suffering had been great, but at least something good had comes out of it. Now all he needed was for both Umbrella and Hydra to pay for what had been done to him and to the Maximoff twins.

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"Because you weren't. You're a sweet girl, Leigh. You were always nice to me, you never thought I was annoying like some of our neighbors," he said, smiling as he reminisced. "It's okay. Even if I do, no one can kill me. Only the Crow can do that, and it won't let me die until I've done what I need to do to get justices."

Which, was both a blessing and a curse, Matt was slowly realizing, but for now, he was choosing to see the bright side of things. At least he got to see Leigh one more time and clear up the misunderstanding of his disappearance. Maybe that's also why the Crow brought him here. Not only to sniff out David and give him what he had coming to him, but to ease Leigh's guilt and sadness. If that was the case, then he was truly grateful for the chance to do so.

"It's okay," he said softly, seeing her flinch. "I won't hurt you." As she insisted that he couldn't protect her from David, Matt's grin returned. "I can do anything now, Leigh. From now on, you're under my protection." Just then, however, Matt's attention was diverted from Leigh to the front door of the bar as a man burst in and send it slamming into the wall.

The Crow became agitated at the man's presence, flaring its sings and cawing aggressively in his direction.

"David...!" Matt said with an equally fake smile, throwing out both of his arms as if in a grand, welcoming fashion. "It's great to see you again! You probably don't remember me, but I remember you." Behind his eyes was both pain and a righteous anger, the two greatest powers of the Crow. With lightning fast speed and inhuman strength, Matt closed the distance between them, grabbed David by his clothes and threw him into a wall, far away from Leigh. "Have a seat! We've got a lot to talk about."

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After breaking into an Umbrella facility to get some answers regarding their shady research projects, Matt had become one, subjected to horrific, torturous experimentation. He'd lost his life, unfairly and without finding the answers he sought. There were a few faces and names that he remembered being around him in those final, painful days... but Leigh hadn't been one of them.

"Leigh? From my old apartment building, Leigh?" Matt asked, his face contorting as he looked over at the crow perched nearby. "Why her? She doesn't have anything to do with what happened to me... does she?"

The crow cawed loudly, almost harshly, as if urging Matt not to question its guidance, before flying off. Matt followed, from where they'd been peering into the bar around to the back where they could easily break in. Once inside, Matt saw that the place was empty. It was pretty late at night, after all. He slowly wandered around, looking at this and that, still not sure why the crow had led him here.

The bird cawed loudly again, landing on the bar. Matt went to it and took a seat, as would any other customer. The crow then flew over to the door and pecked a little bell above it as it went by, ringing it loudly. Matt smirked as the bird returned to the bar, landing right in front of him. "Can I even drink anymore?" The bird cawed and eyed him, and somehow Matt understood. He chuckled. "Good to know."

But then Leigh came out to see who had entered the bar, and-... Gosh, she looked beautiful. Matt had a little crush on her, back in the day, but nothing had ever come of it. I wish I'd made a move while I still had the chance, he thought sadly.

"Hi, Leigh," he said with a weak smile. When he was alive, this probably would've been the most awkward situation for him, but in his current state, he felt no fear. He wasn't sure whether that was something the crow was doing or whether death just drained all the fear out of a person. "Sorry to just drop by unannounced like this, but... I need some information, if you've got a minute to talk."

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Nemesis sighed, watching the tentacle be actually very nice to his new friend. At times like these, he really wasn't sure how to feel about his tentacles. He kindof felt like a jerk, quite honestly, when the poor thing was just trying to be affectionate. But that was just it... It wasn't a poor thing... it was a virally mutated piece of strange flesh attached to his body, with instincts of its own. It had been created from and by a virus that had honestly ruined his life and cost the lives of his friends, his parents, his sister, and even his dog. A part of him really didn't want to encourage them at all because of all that.

And yet, they were attached to him. They listened to him. They obeyed him. He could control them absolutely if he concentrated. His consciousness was always in ultimately charge. And they'd helped him a great deal, to find food and water, to protect him... so shouldn't he be at least a little bit grateful to them? "They're not... so ter-ri-dle," he admitted. "They're just... weird. And... not nornal. So I don't want... to like then... too nuch."

The tentacles seemed undaunted by the chilly reception of their host. They curled around him with equal affection, almost hugging him around his waist before returning to their natural resting position... undulating slowly and idly at his back and shoulders.

He waited while his friend tried to find him some food, silently reminding himself that beggars could absolutely not be choosers. Especially beggars that might succumb to starvation rage and start savaging murdering people around them for food. He was pleasantly surprised, though, to see what she brought back. It... Was it... It was! Spam!

Now... as an environmentalist, an animal lover, an anti-big-corporations activist, and a vegetarian, spam would have disgusted Nemesis back when he was human. It represented so much of with was wrong with the world.. overprocessed mystery meat with enough preservatives and sodium to preserve anyone in a mummified, jerky-style state after death with just one helping. But compared to eating cat and dog food, half-rotten meat, or god forbid... hunting actual animals and killing them for food, Nemesis was infinitely grateful and happy to see a big block of spam.

And... wait, are there... There's dipping sauces! Nemesis couldn't believe his eyes. But before he could grab the fork and go to town on the spam - as opposed to just grabbing a handful an shoving it into his monstrous maw like a savage, his tentacles began reacting to his excitement and curiosity about the sauces. Each one of them skewered cubes of pink meat with their sharp, pointy ends, dipped them into the sauces - each tentacle into a different one - and then held them up, ready to quite literally feed Nemesis.

Okay this is a little embarrassing. Nevertheless, Nemesis' stomach growled loudly with anticipation, so he decided to just do with it. "Thank you," he said to his friend. "It is thancy!" he insisted. Spam and dipping sauces, come on, this is the best meal I've had in years. "One at a tine," he said to his tentacles. Oh, it was so good. He couldn't get enough of it. The meat was good, the sauces were all good... he was in absolute heaven. It wasn't long before his tentacles had fed him the entire plate.

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{ Hello! I'm so sorry, I was supposed to get back to you and I completely forgot. I don't mind starting something, but I know nothing about your muse. Your rules and bio pages aren't visible to me because your blog only comes up as an inset on my dash, not as a full page. Maybe you have it set to private or something? But that's why this is going to be a little sparse, because I couldn't find any info about your muse. Nemmy could absolutely use some company, though. ^_^ }

Nemesis was used to fending off undead, and even trying to help survivors of this apocalypse. He was just as used to getting yelled at, having rocks thrown at him, or getting shot at by those very same survivors. What he wasn't used to... was anyone actually sticking around to talk to him, much less someone caring about his welfare. So he'd flinched a little to realize that someone was now... checking him for wounds? Weren't they afraid of him? Didn't they think he was ugly and monstrous like everyone else did?

He stared for a moment, just watching them fuss over him, bewildered by their concern. "It's o-kay..." he said around his large teeth and without the aid of lips. "I can't... get in-thec-ted... any-way." At least not any more so than he already was. Good thing he wasn't contagious. "I'n not hurt.... dut thank you... thor car-ing."

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Obsessed with the idea that Nemesis = Umbrella proprietary processing chip + Host + Parasite. I understand that people like Nemmy because 'big monster 😳', but I am so enamoured with the idea that he's technically a computer 🥺.

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A flight for the fallen flies the crow The Crow AU for Wanda and Matt 🖤

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{out of mutations} Alright, that's all for tonight. I should be back here again next Weds (1/15). See you then! =)

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Once the shock of the visions of Pietro's demise has ceased, Matt could focus more on Wanda's gentle touch. It was comforting to feel a warm, living hand on his arm. It wasn't until that that he realized just how cold he felt. "It was necessary... so I'd know what I needed to know to set things right again." Still, he wished the Crow could've shown it all to him in a less mentally violent manner.

"It's okay, I just... I saw it... I saw what happened to Pietro..." he said. "And I felt your pain... of everything they did to you in those labs... Wanda, I'm so sorry. I wanted to protect you. I tried..." He closed his eyes as she touched his face to wipe his tears. His hands lifted to gently hold her wrists, and he smiled at her. "I'm glad I was able to give you that hope and strength, but I should've done more. I'll make it up to you now. And I'll avenge Pietro. I promise you, I will."

The Crow cawed with even more aggression at Wanda as she yelled at the bird, flapping its wings.

"Hey! Lay off her!" Matt said to it. "She's my only friend in the world right now, so can you cut her a little slack?!"

In that moment, the Crow felt Matt's emotion, his care for Wanda that bordered on love. Indeed, she was a very important person to him, and he wanted justice for her with the same desire and intensity as he wanted it for himself.

"You will?" Matt asked with an innocent sort of hope. "Only if you want to, though, I would never want to force you. But with you by my side, I know we could make a difference. So that no one will ever be hurt by these people again."

The bird seemed to watch Matt with an intelligence unlike that of most crows, and then it looked to Wanda. Suddenly, it flew over to the narrow ledge of the window in Wanda's room and cawed yet again.

"What? Really?" Matt asked it.

It cawed again and, with a strange sort of disturbance in the air for a moment. It disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the glass, in a split-second flash. Then it took flight, and was gone.

Matt smiled at Wanda. "It... it's gonna let me stay tonight. It said it'd come back for me in the morning."

“How did you get in here?” (Wanda to the crow at her window)

The crow had landed on the narrow ledge outside the window in Wanda's room, peering in at her. A few caws escaped it as it intelligently eyed her, but the windows were sealed, and so nothing could be heard within. That is, until the crow suddenly moved from the outside of the glass to the inside...

Lingering near the window, the crow pecked at the glass, the crystalline tink tink! of the sound causing Wanda to turn her head. Another loud caw was loosed in her direction as Wanda spoke to the bird. It was friendly enough to her, though it offered her no answer to her question. Unbeknownst to Wanda, someone else had appeared in her room behind her, as her attention was on the crow.

"Hello, Wanda," Matt said, his tone carrying both warmth and sadness. There was a haunting look in his eyes, and red scars on his face, as if he'd been scratched by claws. "I'm glad you made it out safely."

After his harrowing ordeal in the joint Umbrella and Hydra laboratory, and being turned into the Nemesis creature, Matt had given his life to help Wanda and Pietro escape. It had taken a lot to kill him, and his suffering had been great, but at least something good had comes out of it. Now all he needed was for both Umbrella and Hydra to pay for what had been done to him and to the Maximoff twins.

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Matt was also a pretty solid optimist, or at least he tried to keep the hopes up of those around him to the bitter end, however long he could manage it. For as long as he could remember, he'd been that way, always seeking to cheer up and keep hopeful his friends and family, often at his own expense. It just meant more to him that he was able to keep others going than it did to keep his own spirits up. That was just the person he was.

"Help her, Lisa, if you can," Matt encouraged. "She seems like a really nice person." He smiled a bit as he said that. Lani was definitely helping Matt keep his sanity by giving him someone to focus on and talk to, and so he felt that he owed her in some way.

That smile became a little sadder, though, as Lani said they were both getting out of there. Yeah, that's what Alice had said too, and look how well that turned out. He wondered where Alice was right now, and if she was even still alive. "I've heard that before," he said, and yet, ever the optimist, he added, "but I can believe it if you can."

He wondered about the other part of what she'd said, though. "You really think I'm here for a reason? Well, if I am, then you must be too, right? So until we figure out what those reasons are, we just have to hold on." He tried to let hope come through in his voice, so that it might rub off on Ailani and make her feel better. Not... that it was an easy task, making someone feel better in this hellhole.

She was right, of course. No one around here was going to give them a straight answer on anything that was done to them, much less how to use any new abilities they might have acquired as a result. Matt hated that. Not only had they been experimented on against their will, but they weren't even given any guidance on how to deal with themselves afterward. How did they expect them to know how to function inside their new normals if they weren't trained or taught or-

Maybe they didn't want them to learn. Was it possible Lani and he were the rejects, the ones not expected to survive or amount to anything? Well, fuck them all very much, Matt thought bitterly. "We'll make it out of here. I promise. And then... you can take your time and learn how it works and how to control it," he said, with regard to her seeing and communication with ghosts. He was trying his best to encourage her and give her some amount of hope to hold onto.

Matt smiled pensively as Lani said Lisa was quiet and then told him to keep right on talking. "I can do that. That's why she so quiet, you know. Growing up, I was always the loud one. I was the one acting out for attention, acting like a goofball, and getting into trouble. Lisa was getting straight As and never got grounded for anything in her life. I snuck out my bedroom window at night, snuck out of class, and snuck into movie theaters and arcades. Lisa? She audited extra classes in place of study hall and stayed after school to do all these extracurricular activities."

He smiled as he remembered all of this, albeit sadly. Lisa was the good one of the two of them. She would have gone places, for sure. "It should've been me instead of her..." Matt said suddenly without thinking. "I was the screwup. It should've been me."

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*Pecks Matt's temple* " Take a load off hon, you've certainly deserved it...you look like you've been flexing every fiber in you, since you were 'reborn'.* XD

The kiss to his temple was an unexpected surprise. How his new friend could even get that close to him, let alone want to kiss him, was something Nemesis would never understand. Nevertheless, it was a sweet gesture. "I an... a lit-tle... tired," he admitted. "Thank you... thor all your ass-is-tance," added. She really had been kind to him and without her help, he wondered where he'd be right now.

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"No, I didn't. But it's not your fault. You're not the one who should be apologizing to me. You... I remember you always being kind to me. I really liked you a lot, Leigh," Matt said, his smile becoming nostalgic and a bit sad. "I'm gonna make it right. So that the people who did this to me will never hurt anyone else ever again," he added, his eyes darkening with righteous conviction.

"Then what is it?" Matt asked, stepping a little closer to her. "You can tell me anything, Leigh. I won't judge you for it, you know that." He watched her eyes, seeing the anxiety and fear in them. "Has he hurt you too?" he asked almost desperately, his eyes turning so sad as if he was praying with evert fiber of his being that it wasn't true.

The Crow had a habit of making Matt feel like he was living life on the edge all the time, with heightened senses and volatile emotions. It was as if he was experiencing life like an exposed nerve, never able to turn off the extreme sensations he was feeling. The very idea that someone may have hurt Leigh made his chest feel tight and his hands clench into fists. Not Leigh. Not kind, gentle Leigh...

"Sure you can," Matt said enthusiastically. "I'll protect you. I can do that, I can. The Crow's given me strength and sight... I can do things I never could before. No one's going to hurt you if you're with me. I promise." When she said she didn't want David to hurt him again, Matt smiled knowingly and almost deviously. "He can't hurt me anymore. No one can. But he's gonna be so sorry he hurt us."

“Can I help y- Matt?” (Leigh for the Crow verse; @mxrvelouscreations

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After breaking into an Umbrella facility to get some answers regarding their shady research projects, Matt had become one, subjected to horrific, torturous experimentation. He'd lost his life, unfairly and without finding the answers he sought. There were a few faces and names that he remembered being around him in those final, painful days... but Leigh hadn't been one of them.

"Leigh? From my old apartment building, Leigh?" Matt asked, his face contorting as he looked over at the crow perched nearby. "Why her? She doesn't have anything to do with what happened to me... does she?"

The crow cawed loudly, almost harshly, as if urging Matt not to question its guidance, before flying off. Matt followed, from where they'd been peering into the bar around to the back where they could easily break in. Once inside, Matt saw that the place was empty. It was pretty late at night, after all. He slowly wandered around, looking at this and that, still not sure why the crow had led him here.

The bird cawed loudly again, landing on the bar. Matt went to it and took a seat, as would any other customer. The crow then flew over to the door and pecked a little bell above it as it went by, ringing it loudly. Matt smirked as the bird returned to the bar, landing right in front of him. "Can I even drink anymore?" The bird cawed and eyed him, and somehow Matt understood. He chuckled. "Good to know."

But then Leigh came out to see who had entered the bar, and-... Gosh, she looked beautiful. Matt had a little crush on her, back in the day, but nothing had ever come of it. I wish I'd made a move while I still had the chance, he thought sadly.

"Hi, Leigh," he said with a weak smile. When he was alive, this probably would've been the most awkward situation for him, but in his current state, he felt no fear. He wasn't sure whether that was something the crow was doing or whether death just drained all the fear out of a person. "Sorry to just drop by unannounced like this, but... I need some information, if you've got a minute to talk."

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Had his face not been so horribly mangled by surgery and mutation, Nemesis would have smiled at the way his friend bounded over to him and bumped his arm with his nose. He chuckled a bit at the gesture. It was nice to have someone be happy to see him and not... well, run away screaming. Either that, or try to shoot at him or light him on fire. This was, by far, a much better greeting by Nemesis' standards.

Nemesis lifted his hand to gently pat Eight's shoulder. "I'n glad... that you're... o-kay..." he said around his train wreck of a mouth and chronically obstructionist teeth. The whole as much as I can be sentiment was not lost on Nemesis. Boy, that's the truth, he thought grimly.

He felt badly for Eight's concern, however. It really wasn't their fault at all that Nemesis had turned out this way, regardless of how their escape attempt had gone. Actually, he'd been so happy at the time that they had managed to escape themself, even if he hadn't been quite so lucky. For that reason, he shrugged a bit at Eight's questions. "They caught ne a-gain. I had... nore ex-ter-i-nen-ta-tions. Nore mu-ta-tions. It's not... your thault... though. I'n glad... to nade it out."

That really was the truth. Nemesis wasn't one to be jealous of the fortune of others. But at that moment was when he noticed the state of Eight's own eye. "Oh no..." Nemesis said, pointing at it. "What hat-tened... to you?" he now asked, his own concern setting in.

The moment the creature responded to his attempt at calling a name familiar to him, Nemesis felt happy that, apparently, it really was Eight. How on earth had they gotten right here, right now, in the middle of the entire city going to hell? Had they been deployed, or had they escaped yet again? Nemesis had so many questions, and he was glad to see that Eight was still alive.

However, a bit of terror set in as it suddenly dawned on him that Eight might not be the same anymore. If Nemesis had been changed into... whatever the hell he was supposed to be now, then what had been done to Eight? Were they still of sound mind? Or was he about to be jumped and torn apart by a creature who probably outmatched him?

But then... God, to hear them say his name back... Nemesis could have jumped right out of his own mutated skin in joy in that moment, for all the relief he felt. "Yesss!" he responded. "It's ne!" He took a couple steps closer as well. "Are you... o-kay?" he asked, first and foremost being concerned for the friend he'd made under such dire circumstances that night in the Hive.

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Cute? It was cute that he was dribbling water everywhere because his mouth was less a mouth and more a... a spiky, useless, bear trap? "You hath... a strange i-dea... oth what cute is," he said with another chuckle as he wiped some dripping water from his chin.

Oh, how Matt wished people wouldn't encourage his tentacles. They were attention whores, quite honestly, and the moment they caught wind that they were not only being spoken about, but spoken to like precious babies, they began to undulate and wriggling around rather happily. "They're thine," Nemesis insisted. "The thirus... heals then... quick-ly." And therefore they shouldn't be such drama queens about getting sat on, even by a rear end as large and heavy as mine, he thought cynically.

Nevertheless, the tentacle that she'd ventured to pet, was instantly enthused about the attention it was being given. it rubbed up against her hand and even curled around it a bit in a surprisingly intelligent and affectionate response. "Oh thor good-ness sake..." Nemesis complained as the tentacle's blatant soaking up of her attention of it.

The matter of food was a tricky one. He... he honestly hated cat food. But it would prevent him from slipping into any sort of starvation-induced rage. It wouldn't do at all to suddenly turn homicidal against this nice woman who'd bothered to help him at her own peril. He hadn't been starving before, but with all the effort expended by his body to heal his wounds, he suspected he was running at a deficit. And it could take hours to thaw meat...

He sighed, resigned to his watery, chunky, and likely separated canned fate. "Yeah... Nay-de I should... hath one can... oth sone-thing... to tide ne other," he suggested. He was already feeling icky just from the idea of eating cat food, but it was either that or risk hurting her if he got too hungry.

Inspect -( if you want to give things a try from scratch. Nemesis always looked like he could use some company )

{ Hello! I'm so sorry, I was supposed to get back to you and I completely forgot. I don't mind starting something, but I know nothing about your muse. Your rules and bio pages aren't visible to me because your blog only comes up as an inset on my dash, not as a full page. Maybe you have it set to private or something? But that's why this is going to be a little sparse, because I couldn't find any info about your muse. Nemmy could absolutely use some company, though. ^_^ }

Nemesis was used to fending off undead, and even trying to help survivors of this apocalypse. He was just as used to getting yelled at, having rocks thrown at him, or getting shot at by those very same survivors. What he wasn't used to... was anyone actually sticking around to talk to him, much less someone caring about his welfare. So he'd flinched a little to realize that someone was now... checking him for wounds? Weren't they afraid of him? Didn't they think he was ugly and monstrous like everyone else did?

He stared for a moment, just watching them fuss over him, bewildered by their concern. "It's o-kay..." he said around his large teeth and without the aid of lips. "I can't... get in-thec-ted... any-way." At least not any more so than he already was. Good thing he wasn't contagious. "I'n not hurt.... dut thank you... thor car-ing."

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