Meme Doc P.H.D
Mayfair Vol 3 #6: Branches
I feel weak. Since I was shot. But it ain’t my first time. All the scars are there.
Sometimes I hated being invisible. Sometimes I don’t. The more magic you know, revelation comes after revelation, what’s the worse to come? I’m not a Brit, but I sure know how bad it is to be one in this time and age. The death of my partner still haunts me, since his blood transfusion that gave me powers.
Work has pushed back any form of strict ties—save for the friendships with the team, and I’m the one in charge of financial assets and insecurities, maybe because I’m the one man capable of handling it. Sure, he may be the least tolerant, but I’ve found myself growing to like Callan a lot. He’s changed ostensibly in small ways. We’ve spent lots of time together, more so partnering up in finding artifacts to being chased by demons…
Back to my line of duty, it’d be stupid thinking that equipment wouldn’t be worth pennies? It does, even with my ties on the black market, you’ve got to know the fine line. And there’s also the recent drama of the Vampire Queen, I might have spent up my savings for a shitty prosecutor. Fuck.
My body aches, but I have to put up a fight. There’s no room for rest, and I barely had any since the Vertex dudes shot me. Now, they’re a mixed bag of shit, the mutated ones, and the humans, who could do it again with altered weapons.
Florence: “Come at me, you bastard.”
Vertex Commander: “I’d like to end this with a duel of cutlasses.”
Florence: “Fine. You’re downright horrid anyways—I knew when to quit.”
Vertex Commander: “If you weren’t such a stuck up of a whore, I’d respect you better.”
Florence: “I fought tooth and nail, you wanker. But when you came after my sister, I threw everything away so that I could protect her”
Vertex Commander: “Bad timing, bad choices. You were never fit or qualified. Now that I’ve sealed the deals, you’re definitely going on death row. The system is the best for dealing with you peasants. No, you fucking rascals…”
The former captain retracts her shotgun at her back, and draws her brandished cutlass, engaging the commander, who also made one but it’s a dark emerald rapier . He’s quite bloodthirsty, I can see it in the eyes; a personal vendetta that is power.
And this is how the novelty of the fight change. So much going on. The old man in charge, rushing with antidotes, Rowena taking the damage like she would, Luc forming occult spells alongside Magnus. Thanks to Koles ‘connection’ to this so called Judge Creek…lord knows what kind of a breed is he. The image of his transformation at the courthouse still scares me
I really wanted a normal day for once. I fucking get it, slaughterhouse at court. Tried for accountability breaches. It just never ends. But complaining won’t ever get the job done. I would have to keep on trying.
In the heat of the moment, I still did anyways. I run to a safer corner as the street fights keep playing out. Right next to where Cal is, still battle hardened, alone while the rest engage in chases amongst destruction.
Terry: “Cal, I just want to confess”
Callan: “This is the worst time to ask me out…actually, if the world were less shitty--but right now, I don’t give a damn if I like you.”
Terry: “Have you been reading my mind or..”
Callan: “You wanna say it, just say it.”
Terry: “I’m outta fucking context, but I like you. I really do.”
Callan: “Since when?”
Terry: “Since the early missions. I know, I owe you a pint. You favour Johnny Walker. And when I hauled your ass a few times out of pubs, well, let’s say it was an attraction.”
Callan: “The feeling’s mutual. I was really concerned when you got shot. Look, I’m not that kinda playboy anymore. Shed that just for the sake of making weapons…I’m struggling with love too; despite the old shenanigans and how I’m with the ladies, I’m comfortable around you the most. If you’re serious, and dead set on it, we can—”
I lean forward to his Cal for a kiss. He doesn’t hold back, but pulls away quickly to shoot a mutated prowler. Cal says we’re gonna definitely gonna talk later. He seems to be lost in the moment, yet not distracted by my quick advancements.
Feels like I’ve gotten some weight off my chest. I swallow the bitter taste in my tongue, as I turn invisible once more, charging towards a horde of Vertex officers.
Then he appears.
***
Mayfair Vol 3 #6: Branches
I feel weak. Since I was shot. But it ain’t my first time. All the scars are there.
Sometimes I hated being invisible. Sometimes I don’t. The more magic you know, revelation comes after revelation, what’s the worse to come? I’m not a Brit, but I sure know how bad it is to be one in this time and age. The death of my partner still haunts me, since his blood transfusion that gave me powers.
Work has pushed back any form of strict ties—save for the friendships with the team, and I’m the one in charge of financial assets and insecurities, maybe because I’m the one man capable of handling it. Sure, he may be the least tolerant, but I’ve found myself growing to like Callan a lot. He’s changed ostensibly in small ways. We’ve spent lots of time together, more so partnering up in finding artifacts to being chased by demons…
Back to my line of duty, it’d be stupid thinking that equipment wouldn’t be worth pennies? It does, even with my ties on the black market, you’ve got to know the fine line. And there’s also the recent drama of the Vampire Queen, I might have spent up my savings for a shitty prosecutor. Fuck.
My body aches, but I have to put up a fight. There’s no room for rest, and I barely had any since the Vertex dudes shot me. Now, they’re a mixed bag of shit, the mutated ones, and the humans, who could do it again with altered weapons.
Florence: “Come at me, you bastard.”
Vertex Commander: “I’d like to end this with a duel of cutlasses.”
Florence: “Fine. You’re downright horrid anyways—I knew when to quit.”
Vertex Commander: “If you weren’t such a stuck up of a whore, I’d respect you better.”
Florence: “I fought tooth and nail, you wanker. But when you came after my sister, I threw everything away so that I could protect her”
Vertex Commander: “Bad timing, bad choices. You were never fit or qualified. Now that I’ve sealed the deals, you’re definitely going on death row. The system is the best for dealing with you peasants. No, you fucking rascals…”
The former captain retracts her shotgun at her back, and draws her brandished cutlass, engaging the commander, who also made one but it’s a dark emerald rapier . He’s quite bloodthirsty, I can see it in the eyes; a personal vendetta that is power.
And this is how the novelty of the fight change. So much going on. The old man in charge, rushing with antidotes, Rowena taking the damage like she would, Luc forming occult spells alongside Magnus. Thanks to Koles ‘connection’ to this so called Judge Creek…lord knows what kind of a breed is he. The image of his transformation at the courthouse still scares me
I really wanted a normal day for once. I fucking get it, slaughterhouse at court. Tried for accountability breaches. It just never ends. But complaining won’t ever get the job done. I would have to keep on trying.
In the heat of the moment, I still did anyways. I run to a safer corner as the street fights keep playing out. Right next to where Cal is, still battle hardened, alone while the rest engage in chases amongst destruction.
Terry: “Cal, I just want to confess”
Callan: “This is the worst time to ask me out…actually, if the world were less shitty--but right now, I don’t give a damn if I like you.”
Terry: “Have you been reading my mind or..”
Callan: “You wanna say it, just say it.”
Terry: “I’m outta fucking context, but I like you. I really do.”
Callan: “Since when?”
Terry: “Since the early missions. I know, I owe you a pint. You favour Johnny Walker. And when I hauled your ass a few times out of pubs, well, let’s say it was an attraction.”
Callan: “The feeling’s mutual. I was really concerned when you got shot. Look, I’m not that kinda playboy anymore. Shed that just for the sake of making weapons…I’m struggling with love too; despite the old shenanigans and how I’m with the ladies, I’m comfortable around you the most. If you’re serious, and dead set on it, we can—”
I lean forward to his Cal for a kiss. He doesn’t hold back, but pulls away quickly to shoot a mutated prowler. Cal says we’re gonna definitely gonna talk later. He seems to be lost in the moment, yet not distracted by my quick advancements.
Feels like I’ve gotten some weight off my chest. I swallow the bitter taste in my tongue, as I turn invisible once more, charging towards a horde of Vertex officers.
Then he appears.
***