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[ Jason would awake to the sound of the door opening as the shadow of a man swept across the room. He didn't bother with the light, but in true horror movie fashion two slightly glowey red eyes can be seen as he walks into the room, a bag at his side with a the few cheapest notebooks and pens he could find and a cheap suit. The best he could cobble together with two hundred. He needed to look respectable when he went job hunting, and his floor length coat and hoodie combo didn't really scream 'hire me at your hospital. ]

[guess who is a light and restless sleeper, for pretty much exactly this reason? yep, it's jason. he remains in pretend-sleep for another few seconds, listening for sounds of the intruder moving about until he decides he's had enough of waiting. he slips his hand under his pillow to quietly unsheathe the combat knife he keeps there for just such an occasion.]

You've got about three seconds to explain what the hell you're doing in my room before I start pokin' holes in you.

[ Guess who should have guessed he'd get roomed with Captian PTSD? This guy, the guy with nearly the worst luck in the world.

Dropping the suit across the other bed, he turned, dropping his arms to the side. The glowing eyes probably not helping. ]

First, I would ask you not do that, it would end badly for both of us. Secondly, hello, I'm your new roommate it seems. My name is Michael, I would have assumed someone should have mentioned it but, alas. [ He spoke in a very nice Grecian accent, just the slightest list from his fangs making some letters harder to say.]

Bold of you to assume that anyone tells anyone anything around here.

[but that's a legit explanation - jason remembers, now that he's slightly more awake, that the locks on the doors here are biometric. you'd have to be one hell of a hacker to bypass that, so this guy must be telling the truth about being his new roomie.

jason turns over and sits up, but slides his knife out from underneath the pillow all the same. he may be dumb (he's not), but he's not that dumb. he squints into the dark, trying to make out the rest of the person attached to the glowing eyes.]

Jason, [he offers, by way of introducing himself.]

A fine point.

[ Nothing ever went his way, he was the anti-Domino. The WORST luck.

Those glowing eyes could see as well as Jason can in the day. Perks of psuedo-vampirisim. Blinking must be a riot to see from the outside. Red on, red off, and repeat. Michael turns to sit his stuff on the other bed. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Jason. I do apologize for waking you and the impromptu move in.

[it’s a little unnerving, watching those glowing eyes flick on and off, but jason doesn’t spook easily. he’s seen too much to be afraid of a guy with glowing eyes.]

It’s fine. I wasn’t really sleeping yet.

[yes he was.]

So, Mike, where’re you from? Is this your first time getting sucked into the alternate universe tango, or have you done this dance before?

[ Ra's Al Ghul's face is scarier, lets be real. And swimming laps in the Pit. ]

Still, it is rude.

[ He replied, moving around like he didn't need the light at all. ]

Michael, and most recently New York, but this is technically my first time being pulled against my will, but I do know it happens sometimes. And yourself?

[on morbius' side is the fact that he hasn't seemed at all aggressive. jason's pretty good at reading for things like that, and despite the weirdness and the unexpectedness, his new roommate seems pretty chill - so far.]

Gotham City, New Jersey. Been a couple years since I was there, though - this is my third stop on the strange train. So far? This place sucks slightly less than the other two.

Strange, I don't know of a Gotham in Jersey, just people once calling New York that. Well, I suppose that means we are not from the same world.

[ Nah, he only got aggressive when someone's cruel to weaker people or he was hungry. He tended to be pretty chill other wise. But he was a snickers commercial. He's just not himself when hes Hangry. ]

This is officially my first time, but I did work for a side division of SHIELD, called ARMOR that used to track the Multiverse, so I am not unfamiliar with the idea.

Yeah, that's not a surprise.

[not that he's bitter or anything! but even those people who know him seem to be from a slightly different plane of existence than jason - or maybe it's the other way around. as far as he knows, tim drake doesn't exist in his gotham.]

How exactly does one track a multiverse?

I suppose it's not, no.

[ Did Jersey even have a hero? Probably, he didnt care about Jersey to be honest. ]

By being technically under house arrest by a large secret service. They assigned the job I mostly watched screens and cured any illnesses cosmic anomaley's brought through. Which is more boring than it sounds.

[most people don't care about jersey tbh.]

Must be really boring, then. How often would you say cosmic anomalies brought through mysterious illnesses?

Utterly boring, and more often than one really should have to deal with that. But it was a better option than jail. I will always take work over jail. I'm sure you understand.

[oh, jason definitely understands.]

I think most people would take work over jail. What'd they have on you?

...twenty plus counts of involuntary manslaughter.

[ He's ... just gonna let that sink in. ]

[jason doesn't blink an eye at this admission. he's done plenty of murders himself, after all - on purpose.]

So they were accidents, right? That's prob'ly better than intentional murder.

[no judgment here.]

[ He looked a little uncomfortable and gave a shrug of his shoulders. ]

Mostly yes, the blood lust sometimes over rides my senses until I can not stop until the thirst is quenched, however, some of them were just assholes the world was better off without.

There’re a lot of assholes the world would be better off without, in my experience.

[jason knows gotham isn’t unique in that respect. still, morbius’ choice of words here seems a little weird.]

When you say blood lust, what exactly does that mean?

I try to stick to those particular breed of asshole. Then again I do have the spirit of vengence breathing down my neck to never spill innocent blood again back home.

[ Michael's bloody life. He just sighs as he sits on the edge of his bed his eyes still glowing as he crossed one leg over the other. ]

Well, Jason, I am vampire-ish. I am not a true vampire by any means, their is nothing mythical about me you see. I am a creation of science gone wrong. I am basically a vampire though, so sometimes if I dont feed enough I lose control.

welp. that's definitely not the kind of thing jason expected to hear, ever, from anyone. vampire-ish. in a literal sense, not just the metaphorical. jason's eyes go a little wide with surprise, but to his credit, he doesn't seem alarmed.]

Huh ... well, I guess that's fair. Everyone gets hangry sometimes. [jason ... no.] Do the mythic type of vampires also exist where you're from, or are you the only one, period?

[ It was almost like sitting in that court room with protesters screaming outside to just kill him. Yet, when Jason didn't scream hateful words at him his while mood seemed to shift from a slight but calm type of worry to simply relaxing some. ]

I am always hungry, Jason, but I learned control a long time ago. I have been this thing I am for a good number of years. And yes, yes they do, They wish me dead as much as the humans do. I even have a vampire hunter who checks in on me regularly, so I have to move a lot.

[jason’s got the day off, and he’s been meaning to drop by and pay seifer a visit more often anyway. no time like the present, right?

there’s a rucksack containing a six-pack of cheap beer slung over his shoulder as he approaches the door to seifer’s shop. maybe he feels a little guilty about not being around more. it’s not that he doesn’t want to spend more time with seifer - jason just isn’t very good at being a brother. grew up an only child, didn’t really get along with dick, died without ever meeting tim. he needs practice.

so he takes the bus to the stop closest to the shop and hikes the rest of the way to the front door, knocking loudly once he’s arrived. maybe he should’ve phoned ahead to let seifer know he was coming over, but he would’ve needed to not forget his phone back in the dorms, oops.]

Helloooo! Telegram for tall, blond, and scowling! Anyone home?

[The nice thing about garbage collection is that, even with the way buildings move around all the time, his work day tends to end pretty early leaving him plenty of time to spend at the shop. Which is especially good now that he has buyers for all those knives he's spitting out.

If he's not at work and not sleeping those closest to him know where to find him: At the shop. Working away, day and night, refining his skill. It's only too bad it's unlikely he'll be able to take it with him. However, that's a later problem, for right now he can enjoy mass producing whatever he feels like hammering out of scrap metal to his heart's content.

And apparently filling the warehouse with weird partially dismembered mannequins. Don't mind the odd army standing outside of Squall's "office", Jason, it's totally normal here.

While Seifer can't hear much over his hammering, Eos does, and soon enough there's a whuffing croaking crocdog scuttling around to let him know there's a visitor. It doesn't take too long before he cracks the door open to peer at him suspiciously, then throws it wide once he realizes who it is.]

Jason! I didn't think you'd ever drag your sorry ass all the way out here. What's up?

[Please, come in, be comfy, dress up a mannequin. It's a good time in here.]

[jason grins lazily and shifts the bag off his shoulder to open it up partway so seifer can see what’s inside.]

Nothin’s up. Can’t a guy just come hang out in your creepy old warehouse on his day off?

[he steps inside and squints at the array of mannequins. did seifer’s collection get bigger since the last time he was here?]

You’re really goin’ hard for the horror film aesthetic, huh?

[Oh ho! Someone brought the goods. Guess it's about time to shut down the forge for a while, if they're going to be drinking. Wouldn't want to be too unsafe right?]

You know you're always welcome down here, just ain't used to you takin' me up on the offer. [He smirks, gesturing at his ever growing increasingly creepy collection.] What, you don't like the all-year haunted house look?

[Honestly he finds it hilarious but he's also weird so there's that.]

Ain't anyone gonna snoop around too long somewhere that looks like they're about to get turned into a doll, right?

[Alright he's mostly doing it to creep Squall out but... theft prevention isn't a terrible idea. Since Eos is the worst guard dog.]

[jason's mostly giving seifer crap about it, but ... yeah, there's something a little unnerving about this many mannequins hanging out in one place. maybe it's because they look just close enough to human to trigger jason's deeply ingrained sense of hyper-vigilance.]

I spent a good percentage of my teen years hanging around in an actual cave that was full of bats. I'm good on the haunted house stuff for probably the rest of my life.

[then again ... trolling your rival is always a worthy goal, so. shrug!!]

How's business going?

[Quite fair, and entirely why Seifer's put a partition between the forge itself and where the mannequin collection is harassing Squall's "office". He doesn't like catching them out of the corner of his eye either, but his persistence in bothering Squall means he can't just get rid of them now!]

Were they the try to eat you any time they see you kind, or more of those normal animals from your world?

[What? Jason's world sounds tame in the animal department.]

Not half bad, picked up a buyer you could say.

[Jason won't judge him for unscrupulous will he?]

They were pretty normal. Might dive-bomb at your head on occasion, but no real harm done.

[animals always trying to eat you is a pretty weird thing to live with, but hey, it’s not the weirdest thing jason’s heard by far.]

A buyer, huh? Anyone I’d know?

Hyne, that's gotta be weird. Sounds borin'.

[Seifer has a weird sense of what "fun" is, ignore him. It comes from only having monster hunting as a recreational activity.]

Well... [He hesitates a few beats, considering how best to answer that question. Somehow he didn't think Jason would judge him too harshly.] They ain't the most up and up sorts, but my contact's assured me they ain't goin' anywhere near civilians.

[Look he might not care what a bunch of mobsters want to do, but he didn't want anyone innocent caught in the crossfire.]

[After this trashfire and the ensuing argument Seifer went off to go find one of his brothers. Couldn't yell at Nida, Nida's Squall's roommate, but he can vent to Jason. He'll understand.

Off to his dorm to knock... more gently than Squall's but still not very.]

Hey, Jason! You in?

[Poor Jason's roommate if he has one.]

[jason does indeed have a roommate - two, in fact, but luckily mike is still at work or off doing vampire stuff, so it’s just jason and roommate number two ...

the kitten. a little ball of white fluff that attached herself to jason and refused to let go. literally. kitten claws are sharp. as jason is reminded when the kitten is startled out of their peaceful snuggling on the bed and digs her claws into jason’s chest. he yelps, and the kitten scatters, dashing under the bed to hide.

a few seconds later, the door opens to jason, wearing a questioning expression and rubbing a hand over his new minuscule puncture wounds. at least they don’t seem to be bleeding?]

Hey. What’s up?

[That's right! Jason told him about the vampire doctor guy. He temporarily forgot in his fit of rage. Good thing the only roommate to bother is one that's fluffy and adorable. Sorry to scare your cat, Jason.

Seifer looks positively fuming when Jason answers the door, though it's not at all directed at him. Instead directed at the Squall he couldn't bring himself to punch no matter how much he wanted to.]

Did you see? [He hisses.] What that idiot asshole went and posted?

[Sorry Jason welcome to highschool?]

[jason never finished high school on account of being dead, so. it's fine.

confusion creases his brow as he steps back and waves seifer inside. he's never seen him this pissed off before, and that draws out a deeply protective instinct. jason's no stranger to unbridled rage or its causes, and if there's someone in the city doing this to his brother, they're gonna regret it.]

No, I haven't checked my phone in a while. [it's halfway shoved under the pillow. he was busy cuddling with his cat, ok.] Who do I need to go stab?

[is he joking? could go either way!]

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seifer } i wanted to be a better brother, better son.

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Action - Not long after Squall being a jerk

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