forum “ mission failed successfully.” ( end of the world rp)

Started September 27, 2021 by Deleted user

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“ are you okay?”

“Well, you rudely interrupted a nice date I was having with a bottle of whiskey. So, if you don’t mind getting the fuck away from my home, the whiskey awaits me,”he replied, his voice slightly slurring.

“ you need to end your date. Your not able to protect yourself old man. You couldn't even hold a gun straight.”

Malcolm’s glare sharpened and he pulled out a pistol, aiming it directly between Hiro’s eyes with a steady hand.

“Try me, boy. I’ve been holding a gun for a lot longer than you’ve been alive.”

He still swayed, but his hand never moved. What seemed to be the edge of a smile curved his lips, as if he was feeling a bit giggly.

Hiro took a few seconds before any emotion in him faded. To William he would have been dead. Hito grabbed the gun, taking it apart just as quick as a police man.

Malcolm’s smile vanished and he rolled his eyes. He then remembered that this particular gun he kept mostly for show, because it was one of his oldest guns and barely worked. He snickered, but decided to keep up the act anyway.

“Might I have my fucking gun back? You’re not worth wasting a bullet on, you damn brat.”

He waved his fingers for the gun. The fingers of his other hand held the door frame, keeping him steady, and inching to a release button hidden in the wall.

(Don’t you hate it when you can’t decide what you want to do? I’ve edited this thing three times now)

Hiro smirked, his eyes cold “ sure, why not” his fingers wrapped around the gun and his eyes seemed to glow as much as the light. The gun melted into a liquid metal, Harding once it his the floor. “ there you go“ he said emotionlessly

(Lol. You’re good, I hate it when that happens)

Malcolm chuckled.

“You know, if you had paid attention, you would have realized how useless that gun was. You just turned a piece of shit into valuable material.”

He tapped the hidden button on the wall, and it flashed red once. Nothing happened, but a smile came to Malcolm’s lips and he moved to retrieve some tools to remove the metal from the floor.

His eyes went straight to the light “ I knew the gun was fucked, that chamber was closed and no bullets were in it. “ hiro watched the old man. “ now. Why the hell were you shooting like a mad man?”

“A gang of rogues had started a few houses down and stole some of my machines. That gang is now no more. Damn, how I missed watching idiots drop dead. Fucking hysterical, it is.”

Malcolm sat down and used various tools, quickly getting the blob of hardened metal from the floor. He held it in his hand, unfazed by the burns appearing on his hand from the hot metal.

“That could make… hmm… about seventy nanobots. Lovely,”he mused.

He stood and set the metal on his counter, immediately returning to the door.

“Is there anything else, or you just deliberately ruining my somewhat improved mood?”

“ you hate me that much old man?” he asked coldly

“I hate every-fucking-one. Or did you miss the part where I said I hate fucking organic folk?”Malcolm huffed.

“ unlike you think. I'm not all organic. You really think my body would be able to withstand the backlash of my powers naturally “

“Oh, then what the fuck are you, besides annoying?”

Malcolm glanced off behind Hiro, then sighed, looking back at the boy.

Hiro put his hand out protectively for William but soon pulled it aside. He sighed and lifted his shirt. When hiro turned around it looked as if a metal spinal cord had been issued at birth. Smooth gradient from metal to skin.

Malcolm crouched down, inspecting the metal spine. He hummed, fascinated by the smooth transition. An intrigued grin came to him.

“Just the spine, or your entire skeleton?”he wondered.

He leaned against the doorframe, seeming much more open to conversation than before.

“ entire skeleton. Brain stem as well. “ hiro answered

“Even the brain stem. Well, so there actually is something interesting about you.”

Malcolm suddenly glanced at his hand, finally noticing how bad his burned hand hurt.

“Well shit. Fucking typical that my nerves would be fucked after so many years,”he sighed.

He glanced at Hiro, his eyes narrowing.

“I will let you in while we talk, but if you fuck up anything else of mine, you will become my next experiment.”

“ and your will hit the grave faster than anticipated if you touch me “ hiro said with a tude.

Malcolm laughed at that, moving inside.

“I’m human and almost a hundred and fifty years old. You think I give a shit if I die.”

He grabbed a med-kit from the back of one the counter, spraying his hand with something then wrapping it in bandages.

“If you come in, make sure to shut that door. I’ve got enough visitors, and don’t have the patience for any others.”

Hiro pulled William inside, keeping a hold of the cat's hand “ stay close.” he mumbled to him.