#ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ﹙ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss﹚ ; ᴠᴇʀsᴇ

[gvildmastcr]

when he’s not breaking into people’s houses and eating all of elona’s food, mercer enjoys tagging along with professional storm chasers. he doesn’t care for the science aspect, he’s just in it for the adrenaline.

[gvildmastcr]

      “ Tu m'as demandé pardon, j't'ai repoussé, repoussé.           J'voulais qu'tu comprennes que je souffrais, je souffrais. ”

i keep listening to je te pardonne someone help me

[gvildmastcr]

so mercer doesn’t speak a lot of french despite learning both french and english growing up but whenever he listens to a song in french it’s really easy for him to pick up the pronunciations? it’s a mystery how this happens bc he has next to no idea what he’s saying but it sounds nice so whatever.

[gvildmastcr]

     “My favorite thing about this time of year is that I can stuff myself full of food and not be judged for it.”

[gvildmastcr]

@brxken-and-dangerous wants a song~

     “Let’s start a riot.”

                                                                riot; three days grace

[gvildmastcr]

"Hey! Mercer!" Bezi twists on the couch as the thief. "C'mon in; I got you some stuff." He points at the pile of shoddily wrapped presents on the table by the door. Many of them bear coloring duct tape where he ripped the packaging. "There's cake in the kitchen."

     The first question that leaves his lips is, “How did you get into my house?” He could’ve sworn he locked the door when he left… or had it only been a trick of his mind? Ah, it didn’t really matter.

     (He’d invited Bezi over some time ago, but had completely forgotten about it.)

     “Sometimes I forget that people know when my birthday is.” Statement delivered in a flat tone as he kicks the front door shut behind him, hands stuffed into his pockets. “But uh. Thanks for the presents.” He doesn’t even know what’s in them yet, but he’d find out soon enough.

     The gifts are stacked, haphazardly, from smallest to largest upon the table. He lifts them up and shifts into the living room, sitting in his favorite chair and setting the gifts upon the coffee table instead. “And a cake, too, huh? You seem to have gone a little overboard with the presents this time, Bezi.” Not that he was really complaining; his friend always got him some good loot for his birthday.

     The smallest package turns out to be a rather fancy-looking watch, which he immediately puts on. The second is a Swiss army knife - hand crafted, from the looks of it. This could come in handy if someone tried to rob him of his watch, so he attaches it to his belt. The third is a selection of lock picks, which would also come in handy; they’re placed in the pouch with the others and set aside for the time being. The last one, as he’d suspected, was a few books on various subjects. He could get some use out of these, if he ever decided to sit down and actually read them.

     It was a good haul, all things considered.

     “Thanks, Bezi. These are great.”

@welcometoaltima

[gvildmastcr]

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.” - Bezi, grumbling

for fuck’s sake || acc.

@welcometoaltima

     Silence for several long moments, before:

     “Got room for one more?”

[gvildmastcr]

"What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

welcome to skyrim || acc.

     “Where’s the fun in being one of the good guys, though? Sounds like a boring life to lead, if you ask me.”

[gvildmastcr]

►     @welcometoaltima

     The nearby hovering of one disgruntled man halts abruptly when he spies the teens from the corner of his vision. He’d never been fond of them, himself, having watched time and again as they got into fights (or worse.) His gaze turns fully when he hears their hushed whispers over the crowd of convention-goers. ( That, in itself, was a miracle. This place was incredibly loud. ) Eyes narrow as they dancing in an almost mocking manner; he doesn’t completely trust them, but at the moment they were doing no harm. Just acting like teenagers did. Not a big deal... right?

     At least, not until they started swinging at Bezi.

     Mercer’s demeanor shifts in that moment, from watchful and almost cautious to hostile in the blink of an eye. Fists clench at his sides, teeth bared in a snarl as the rage sparks in his gaze. The expression he was wearing must have been absolutely terrifying, given the way that other con-goers stepped out of his way in haste. Footsteps, already hard to hear, are drowned out in the crowd. These kids were going to pay for this.

     They don’t notice him until he’s skirted them and gotten between them and his friend, arms crossed over his chest. When they pause, staring at him curiously, he speaks - and his words drip with venom that he doesn’t bother to conceal.

     “Listen up, you punks.” His voice is a growl that causes anyone else nearby to being shifting away. “Where do you get off, bringing physical harm to someone who’s just here to have fun? He’s not doing you any harm. You’re ruining his good day and mine. So I’m gonna give you guys this warning only once.” His temper is still spiking, but he keeps most of it under wraps.

     “Leave my friend alone, or you’ll have to deal with me.”

     While... threatening young kids was frowned upon (especially given the huge age gap between them and Mercer), they were coming after Bezi. He wouldn’t just stand by and watch helplessly while these little shits beat up the poor guy.

     ( what annoys him more than anything is that the folks nearby had done nothing to stop them. )

[gvildmastcr]

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