#awwjeezbrick

[bastardsunlight]

call of the siren

Closed starter with @lowerqualityrp

“Maya?” Mordecai hopped down from the “roof” of his cave home. “I coulda taken your head off, chica.”

He almost sounded alarmed as he landed near the siren, brushing himself off and stowing his trusty old Tediore revolver.

“Lo siento—eh…” He shrugged listlessly. “C’mon in….?”

Mordecai’s gesture was feeble, as if he hoped she would refuse him.

[hurttheoneyoulove]

Hey there, just read your blog description! 👌👀 I'm not on my computer, else I'd keep reading up on your Krieg. (: I'm a multi, but my BL muse is Mordecai [tagged awwjeezbrick].

Aw heck yeah!! Thanks man! Message me when u can and we can maybe plot some stuff!

[bastardsunlight]

"Ey. Ey Mordi --" (Zed REEKS of whiskey, if his crooked smirk and tired eyes werent enough of an indication) "Mooordiiiiii -- y'come here often?"

It is normal for Mordecai to have the smell of strong alcohol surrounding his person. Zed? Less common. Not uncommon, but less common. The hunter wonders if the unlicensed physician has just come from a particularly difficult operation. He does seem to be splattered with more than just drink.

“Uh huh,” he grunts, raising a brow but not standing, his own bottle halfway to his lips. Talon shifts on the perch at the other end of the cave that is Mordecai’s home. He does not trust the flying Sanctuary; it makes him nervous, so the Casa de Mordecai still houses a vast majority of his gear.

If Zed is flirting, it’s honestly a step up from his usual. Mordecai shifts on the ratty couch and leans back. “Came a long way to hit on me. ¿Qué hay, papi?”

[bastardsunlight]

[ Hawk @ Mordecai ] "I think I know why you gotta throw that bird. If he took off directly from your arm under his own power, he'd blow your ass over. How good are his eyes, anyway -- I mean, can he even SEE you from a distance? Especially if you turn sideways. Holy fuck, I just about lost you the other day from the wrong angle. No wonder you're so goddamn good with that sniper rifle; nobody can fucking spot you."

“Did Lil’ put you up to this? I’ll fuckin’ shred you--come at me, pendejo.” Lilith had once told him that if he turned sideways, he would resemble a zipper. The observation has stuck with him ever since. “You wanna see how I gotta throw the bird, huh?” 

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"Yo dude how the fuck did you train that sick ass falcon? Can you teach me?"

Mordecai snorts a laugh through his nose and feeds the beastly bird the last bit of cured meat from a sack on his hip. Lifting one slender arm into the air, he releases the creature, a wicked shriek rising from its beak as it takes off to settle itself elsewhere, awaiting its master’s call. 

“Scooped ‘im out of a nest when he was no bigger’n my fist,” responds the hunter, crossing his arms. “I can teach you, if you’re not afraid to bleed a li’l.” He looks the kid up and down, assessing him. Bleeder, he thinks, jus’ waitin’ for sharks like that Montenegro fuckass. 

[bastardsunlight]

[ Mordecai ] I’m gonna pet the bird. Watch.

“Aight, if you wanna...” 

The Bird(tm) in question is Bloodwing and Bloodwing bites. Hard. But she’s got facial protection, so he figures that’s good enough, right? 

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[Mordecai] okay but consider: bloodwing, but with a knife.

Mordecai jots this one down on his mental rolodex of things to make Bloodwing carry. He has never tried this, surprisingly, because its claws are like knives, but if it also carried one... The possibilities for profitable murder are evidently endless. 

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[Mordecai] What’s red and bad for your teeth? A brick.

“He can be,” mutters the hunter, checking the sights on a long-barreled rifle. Has he missed the joke, is he one of those laughing-on-the-inside people? The world may never know.

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[Mordecai] You could probably get Bloodwing on an airplane if you just claimed him as your emotional support assault chicken.

Mordecai turns, looking over one shoulder as if he’s been doing something illicit. In front of him, barely concealed from view by his emaciated waistline, is Bloodwing in a little knit vest which reads “don’t touch me; I’m working”. 

“Piss off.” The hunter has drawn a weapon, a small repeater, very likely The Dove. He will not need to reload. 

[bastardsunlight]

Mordecai, have you ever thought about training a whole flock of murderbirds for world domination purposes?

“I have.” He strokes Talon’s neck. “These things are smart, ese. You don’t want too many of ‘em around at once... they start wonderin’ why they gotta listen, you feel me?” 

[bastardsunlight]

[@Mordecai] 🎁 + a package that is neatly gift-wrapped, but looks suspiciously like a shiny new Orion.

He pretends to open it with dignity, but the weight of it tells the hunter all he needs to know. S&S makes a damn good gun and the Orion is the best there is. “Liquid Orion,” he purrs, running a hand down the side of it. If it’s been looted, there’s no sign of wear and tear, no scorch marks, no blood... She’s cleaned it. “Ah, gracias, mija.” 

Send in 🎁 + an item to give my muse a Christmas present!

[bastardsunlight]

showdown

closed starter with @cowgirl-illusions

“At least let a man finish his drink before y’start shootin’, huh?” Mordecai lifted his glass and then tipped the glass up to wickedly curved lips, relishing the burn of the amber liquid as it cascaded down his throat. That woman was a bounty hunter, sure as shit. The hunter had no intention of letting her take him, but giving her a little sport seemed like a fair trade for the inconvenience of the bullets that would soon be flying at him. 

[bastardsunlight]

Heey Mordecai.. Just letting you know Brick ate like 5 handfuls of sugar free gummy bears. He's on the shitter. He's going to be there awhile.

"Fuck's sake..." Mordecai pinches the bridge of his nose, his oxbow mouth curling into a snarl of irritation. "That's the third time this month... Why are those things even legal, dios mio—"

[bastardsunlight]

“Ay muh cha choh, you’ll NEVER guess what I found.”

“Another Equalizer?” Mordecai does his best to keep the hope out of his voice and staunch his salivation. Tediore has ever been his go-to brand for revolvers and the Equalizer series usually comes with the unique perk of ammo regeneration. Cheap as he is, not paying for bullets seems like a damn good deal--save one problem. 

Tediore has, in recent years, been under new management and whomever is in charge made the absolute genius move--herein, genius means fucking idiotic--of causing their firearms to become explosives when the user attempts to reload. This would, he suppose, be useful for a demolition junkie like Tina, but finesse is the name of the game when it comes to the Way of the Hunter and explosions in general just don’t sit well with him like they used to...

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(Gift roll) A gift lays for Mordecai. Inside, a small box of sweets, ammunition for his favorite gun, and... A kit that he can make claw prints of his birds to forever remember them.

The sweets are set aside, not with disinterest, but in favor of fascination not with the ammunition, which will come in handy—with the kit. Talon squawks his disapproval of… something, probably, from his perch and shifts, ruffling his feathers as Mordecai regards him. The gift is appreciated. Maybe he’ll find a good perch near the Tundra Express tracks to watch some snowfall.

[bastardsunlight]

mordy how do you hold that big ol' bird on your tiny arm?

"Spite," he grunts, "and hollow bones."

Bloodwing's, of course, not his... so far as he's aware.