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{out of mutations} That's all for tonight. Unfortunately, I have to skip being here on 4/2 and 4/9 because I've got two big assignments due for my classes that I'll be grading for on Tues-Weds for the next two weeks. So I'll be back here again on 4/16. See you then! =)

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"I doubt... we can thind... any den-tists... a-round here. And ethen ith we did... I'd scare the hell outta then... any-way," Nemesis said rather dejectedly. "Dut yeah... nayde sone-day. Not to-day, though." Probably not ever, but he wasn't going to bog himself down with those kinds of intrusive, negative thoughts. Goodness knew he had enough to worry and be upset about without dwelling on his... less-than-debonair visage.

At least he didn't have scurvy? See, things are looking up, he thought with sarcastic amusement.

But there was a frightening thought. People forgetting something like dentistry. It made sense, of course, that skills would be lost with the sheer number of people that had been killed worldwide, but... something as essential as dentistry? It made him wonder about all the other essential skills and services that would either be lost or spread much too thin as the world tried to recover from all the madness. Suddenly he didn't envy a lot of the survivors.

"There is... an in-thec-tion... though..." he begged to differ. Lifting a hand to his face, he put pressure on the flap of skin that had been stapled over his eye. "In here," he said. Pushing on it produced not only a whole world of pain, but an absolutely vile squishing sound inside his head. "Sone-tines... it snells real-ly gross... inside here..." he said. "There's sone-thing... real-ly wrong... with it." There wasn't much he could do about it, though. He was no doctor. "It's where... they sur-gi-cal-ly... ad-ded... a re-ti-nal in-tlant. It adds... a di-gi-tal... other-lay... to ny sight." Was this too technical for her? Maybe, but it was the truth. "Dut I'n guess-ing... ny head didn't like... hathing a netal thing... sewn into it." Most heads generally didn't, yeah.

Hearing her plight about being a walking target for anything undead or mutated or both, Nemesis felt badly for her. But those days were over! "Well now... you hath... a huge guard. I won't let... any-thing... hatten to you." He meant that, too. She'd helped him a great deal, maybe even saved his life. She'd given him delicious spam - with sauces! - and offered to try to bake him cookies. For all of that, he owed her the world.

"You're right a-dout... the nu-ta-tions... dying with-out thood. They're still alithe... so they can... ac-tu-al-ly die. Dut that... could take... a while. Weeks or nonths. And the un-dead... will still de a-round... thor years. Dut nay-de sone-one... will think oth sone-thing." A way to cure the whole earth of this virus? Not likely, but Nemesis could dream.

And now... onto the much more pleasant subject of baking cookies! As she began to address and compliment his tentacles personally, though, they started to spread out and undulate excitedly, almost in the manner a dog's tail might wag at praise from its owner. Nemesis groaned and facepalmed, even as his tentacles were happy to soak up their new friend's kind words about them. "Well... at least... they're into it... with us. So let's nake sone coooookies!"

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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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{out of smokes} Sorry about the quietness, guys. I ended up having to work unexpectedly for most of the night, and now I'm just dead tired. I don't have all that much that I owe here tonight, but I don't want to skip because I'll need to skip the next two upcoming weeks for work. So I'll do a couple things and then call it a night, and hopefully in a couple weeks I'll have more time to be here.

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{out of mutations} That's all for tonight, folks! I'll be back again next Weds (3/26). See you then! Goodnight! =)

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Matt was starting to realize why Leigh thought so little of herself. It all made so much more sense now that he was face to face with David. Of course it would be the same asshole who'd played an integral role in his own abuse. Strangely enough, even though she had nothing to do with what happened to him, Leigh connected to both David and him, in some pretty terrible ways. It made his rage even worse to know that not only had David abused him, but had taken advantage of someone as sweet as Leigh too. And the way he talked about her...

"Hey! Don't you dare talk about her so crassly! She's a better person than you'll ever be! Why don't you tell her... huh? Why don't you tell her what you do for a living. What you did to me and all those other people in Umbrella's laboratories. Tell her! Or are you too scared? Can't own up to what you've done like a man, huh? Now who's worthless?"

His hand tightened around David's throat. "I can't stop, Leigh. He deserves this. He needs to understand the pain he's caused... before he gets sent where he belongs..." And now Matt had another reason for wanting David dead. "I'm not gonna let him hurt you anymore. You're a wonderful person, and you deserve better than this sorry sack of shit." Matt's rage-filled eyed stared into David's as he continued to choke him.

“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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"I don't know..." he said with a shrug. "I look sca-ry. Kinda nas-ty. Not ex-act-ly... like all the other... good-looking A-then-gers... a-round here," he explained. His tentacles undulated at a rather melancholy speed, reflecting his emotions on the subject. Except for one, of course, which had wiggled its way into one of Wanda's hands, as if wanting her to hold it. Perhaps that one was also reflecting what Nemesis was feeling, in a way.

As she listed all the ways in which he would be an asset to the team, Nemesis had to admit she had a point. He was really durable, and really strong, and he could survive things like explosions, bullets, fire, etc. that might kill regular humans. "That's true," he said, sounding as though he was perking up a bit. "I want to stay. With you... dut al-so... it would de nice... to de on the tean too. Nayde... we should talk to sone-one... adout it?"

“Matt… would you want to stay, work with me here?” (For Nemmy)

Nemesis bent slowly to look down at Wanda, his one good blue eye blinking. Of course he'd love to stay with her, but.. working for the Avengers? He wondered if that would be allowed. Judging from the look of their nice, clean, happy facility, he was guessing his grotesquely mutated mug wouldn't be welcome there. "Not sure... they would want ne here..." he said. "I don't exact-ly... thit in... too well..."

But was it about everyone else? Or was it just about Wanda asking him to stay with her? Nemesis didn't want to say no to the only friend he had right now. Well... more than a friend, at least in their hearts. "Ith you wanted ne... to stay here... with you... then I would want that too. I just... don't want... to cause you any... un-wanted... ne-ga-tith... at-ten-tion."

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"I don't wanna die either, Leigh, but it's not my choice. Whatever power brought me back from the dead will send me back again after I'm finished. I don't think there's anything I can do to stop it." He hated to see her cry, especially knowing it was his fault for making her feel so sad. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, feeling like total shit. "I... It's not in my power to decide..." he kept saying, because it was true.

"No, Leigh, it's-... Don't you understand? Coming with me... would mean you'd die too. How could I be happy knowing that I caused your death? I care for you, I don't want you to die." He wrapped his arms around her and held her protectively. "I wish there was a way, but..."

The Crow landed on a nearby back of a chair, cawing in their direction, curious as to why Matt was spending so much time on this woman who had nothing to do with his revenge goals.

Matt looked over at it, strangely understanding it even though it didn't speak words. "Well, this is part of making it right, isn't it?" he asked. "Leigh was hurt by David as much as I was. Maybe what'll make this right is helping her, not killing the people responsible."

The Crow cawed more insistently.

"But I can do that too. I can get justice, I can stop those responsible... and then I can come back to her. Isn't that what'll really set everything right again? If that's what you really want, to make it right... then you'd understand this," Matt pleaded.

The Crow was quiet this time, blinking its inky, black eyes and cocking its head at Matt.

Matt wasn't sure what the supernatural spirit bird was thinking now. Did it understand what he was trying to say? Or was it only here for one purpose and upset with him that he'd taken a detour to spend time with Leigh?

“Please don’t leave me… take me with you when you leave please.” (Leigh for the Crow!Matt; @mxrvelouscreations

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"No, Leigh... you don't want to go where I'm going. When I'm finished here, when everything I have to do is done, then I'll be gone forever. I'll die again. This time, permanently. I don't want you to die. I want you to live and be happy," he said, lifting his hand to her cheek. "You deserve to be happy, Leigh. I wish I could've made you happy, but... my time here is limited. It's not my decision." Matt felt so badly, and he honestly wished he could stay, but the Crow wouldn't let him.

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"It wasn't exactly my choice. I didn't decide to come back to do this, I was chosen for it," Matt said. "But you have a choice, Wanda. If you really don't want to go, that's okay. I just figured... maybe you'd want to get revenge. If you don't, there's nothing wrong with that. I just... You were the first person I thought of who'd been wronged just as much as I have. More so, even... because you lost Pietro. But you don't have to come with me."

Matt listened to how losing Pietro had made Wanda feel, wishing so much that it hadn't happened. He was so concerned about her, especially when she started talking like she was now. "Of course there is. There's a lot more for you in this world, Wanda. I promise," he said with a smile, rubbing her back. "Life's worth living, even if it's really hard sometimes."

Wanda's warmth was so overwhelming to him in the best of ways. Her embrace felt like a weighted heating blanket after he'd been stuck outside in a blizzard for hours. "Thanks," he said gratefully, shivering from the pleasant feeling, chuckling a little. "I know I am... because you're my home," he whispered back.

“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 surprised at Ailani's tone. She didn't seem to like Alice at all. The description sounded about right, however. "Six or seven..." Matt began to count on his fingers, whispering names as he went. At least, those he remembered. "Rain, Spence, Kaplan, J.D., Olga, their captain... I forget his name... there were a couple others too... Yeah, that sounds about right. I guess she's racked up a lot," he said. "I wonder why they're all following her, though... and not me. I screwed up pretty badly in the Hive myself..." he mused.

"Alice doesn't talk much. She's not exactly the sharing or emoting type," Matt said with a little smirk. "Everybody handles horror differently," he said sadly, shrugging a little.

"A hissy fit, huh?" he smirked with playful mischievousness. "Done and done. I wasn't a class clown in high school and kicked out of Quantico for unruly behavior for nothing, you know." He was joking, but... he also really wasn't. "Okay. I'll give that a try. Get some sleep. Thanks, um... Thanks for taking the time to talk to me."

"I don't know," Matt said with a shrug. "Maybe. If you were both held in the same laboratory or something, I guess it's possible. Or... if you met her after she'd already..." ...died, but he couldn't finish the sentence. "She's thin, she's got kinda shortish light brown hair and blue-green eyes, and she's a complete badass," he said with a little smirk. "Sound familiar at all?"

"We don't know. And if anyone could make it out of here, it'd be Alice, Like I said, she's a total badass." He perked up as Ailani said she hadn't met a ghost by the name of Alice. "Really? You haven't?" he asked excitedly. "That's good. Maybe she really did get out, then. We can do it too, I know we can. I just have to think of a plan first. Not... exactly sure what that would be just yet, but... I'll think of something, don't worry. And when I get out, I'm taking you with me. I wouldn't leave you behind," he vowed.

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Matt cradled Wanda with one arm while putting pressure on her side with his other hand. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine... but..." He swallowed hard as tears flooded his eyes. This was his fault. He'd done this to her. "I'm sorry, Wanda... I don't know what to-... I can't do anything to-..." He was dead, and a killer. A creature of suffering and vengeance. He couldn't heal.

The Crow landed nearby, cawing loudly and insistently.

Matt looked at it with rage in his eyes. "How could you let this happen?!" he yelled. "I was supposed to help things, to make the world a better place, and now I've gotten her-" He couldn't say it, but it was so afraid it was true. "How is this better?!" he yelled at the bird, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The Crow cawed even louder, as if yelling back at him. It's shiny, black wings flapped aggressively.

"What's the point...? If this is how it ends, then what's the point...?" Matt cried, bowing his head and sobbed, as he drew Wanda closer to him. "Can't you... help her? Can't you take me instead? I don't care, I'll suffer forever, I'll go to hell, whatever you want, just don't let her die... please..." he begged.

“Matt… I-…” (an injured Wanda for the Crow!Matt)

"Wanda? Wanda?!" Matt rushed to her side. Seeing that she was injured, she felt instantly responsible for getting her involved with this whole revenge plot of his. He was invincible, she wasn't. Maybe she was more powerful than he was, even with the help of the Crow, but she was more vulnerable than he was. "It's gonna be okay... don't worry..." he said, trying to reassure himself as much as her. "Where are you hurt?" Matt tried to look her over to see where and how she might be wounded...

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{out of mutations} Alright, that's all for now! Mercifully, my internet was working all night long, and work left me alone, so I was actually able to get things done around here for the first time in a long time. Woo-hoo! Next week, my university has their spring break, so my students have nothing at all due. I can't see a reason, barring a complete failure of the internet, why I shouldn't be here next Weds night (3/19). I'll see everyone then! =)

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"That's true," Nemesis said, and his tentacles were certainly on board with all manner of trying different foods to see if they were of any nutritional value to him. It had been a long time since he'd had real food instead of something old, stale, canned, or half-rotten. He really was grateful to her for helping him in this manner. It had been just as long since he'd had a real friend too.

"I'n not sure... how good a con-di-tion... ny skin is in..." he said, lifting his hand to touch his haphazardly-stapled face with pudgy fingers. "Dut ny teeth... are so-lid." Yes, very solid. So solid they drove him up a wall. "I hate then. They're so... an-noy-ing," he admitted. "Why do they hath... to de so dig? It's ri-di-cu-lous!"

Of all the issues with having been mutated and surgically mutilated, his face was the most offensive. With one eye covered up, ear holes instead of actual ears, no hair, and teeth that would better fit some prehistoric whale, he felt entirely monstrous and not the least big functional. "I can't ethen say... ny own nane. I hath to say... Natt. Really? Natt? Do you know... what a gnat is? It's an in-sect!" Now of course the butchered form of "Matt" and "gnat" were two different things, but... well, they didn't sound all that different coming from his weird mouth.

He felt so badly for his outburst, not only because he'd clearly frightened her a little with it, but also... she had a point about the noise. Although... "Don't wor-ry. Ith any-thing gets in... I can get rid oth it... thor you. I'll... tro-tect you. I can't get... any-nore in-thec-ted... than I already an... any-way." It definitely would make the most sense for him to deal with any threats at this point, whether infected or just men with guns. In this apocalypse, one never knew what they would come across. But he was far more durable and far less vulnerable to injury and infection than his new friend was. Just... as long as he didn't get too injured too fast, faster than his body could regenerate. LIke... he had last night, apparently. Oopsie?

Okay. Oooookay. All this talk of cookies. And of liqueurs. Did... did she have chocolate liqueur? Like that Godiva stuff? Or Bailey's? Or. Or... His mind was racing with the possibilities. His chocolate-starved self was running wild with the possibilities. "Cho-co-late... coo-kies... are just as good. I would kill... thor sone oth those." He realized how bad that sounded. "Hyto-the-ti-cally... oth course."

Would... Would she actually make him cookies? He felt like kindof a jerk for even attempting to ask for that, but... oh god, if he could just have one cookie... "I would... de so grate-thul... ith you would... nake sone coo-kies," he said. "I'll helt you!" He gestured towards his tentacles. "These guys... can roll dough... like crazy!" Not... that he'd tested that theory at all. "I nean... I inagine they can," he said with a shrug.

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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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