"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
"I do in fact, hateful girls ain't they. Lower level creatures." He laughs, tilting his head.
"No, I do not want that but I am asking to talk to him then you can go back to whatever you do." He grumbles.
He sighs “They’re still family, an’ I don’t tolerate slights on my family, but I’ll let that one side by fer yer sake.”
“Oh that’s would be lovely, but I’m in control, and unless you take me out of it, I’ve got the wheel in my hands.” The chain shortens, putting the blade in their hands.
"For my sake, how lovely." He exhales smoke from behind his mask.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "You are making this hard for me."
He chuckles at their sarcastic nature “I doubt I could beat ya, but hurtin’ ya is somethin’ I’m confident I could do.”
He puts the broken blades edge to his wrist “Oh I just love to do that.” He then cut the arm, but instead of blood, firing comes out, quickly closing the wound.
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
"I do in fact, hateful girls ain't they. Lower level creatures." He laughs, tilting his head.
"No, I do not want that but I am asking to talk to him then you can go back to whatever you do." He grumbles.
He sighs “They’re still family, an’ I don’t tolerate slights on my family, but I’ll let that one side by fer yer sake.”
“Oh that’s would be lovely, but I’m in control, and unless you take me out of it, I’ve got the wheel in my hands.” The chain shortens, putting the blade in their hands.
"For my sake, how lovely." He exhales smoke from behind his mask.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "You are making this hard for me."
He chuckles at their sarcastic nature “I doubt I could beat ya, but hurtin’ ya is somethin’ I’m confident I could do.”
He puts the broken blades edge to his wrist “Oh I just love to do that.” He then cut the arm, but instead of blood, firing comes out, quickly closing the wound.
"I doubt I could stand against you, you seem pretty powerful all things considered but you are also one guy with a few people on the side." He chuckled.
He tilts his head, looking bored. "Don't make me hallow this ground."
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
"I do in fact, hateful girls ain't they. Lower level creatures." He laughs, tilting his head.
"No, I do not want that but I am asking to talk to him then you can go back to whatever you do." He grumbles.
He sighs “They’re still family, an’ I don’t tolerate slights on my family, but I’ll let that one side by fer yer sake.”
“Oh that’s would be lovely, but I’m in control, and unless you take me out of it, I’ve got the wheel in my hands.” The chain shortens, putting the blade in their hands.
"For my sake, how lovely." He exhales smoke from behind his mask.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "You are making this hard for me."
He chuckles at their sarcastic nature “I doubt I could beat ya, but hurtin’ ya is somethin’ I’m confident I could do.”
He puts the broken blades edge to his wrist “Oh I just love to do that.” He then cut the arm, but instead of blood, firing comes out, quickly closing the wound.
"I doubt I could stand against you, you seem pretty powerful all things considered but you are also one guy with a few people on the side." He chuckled.
He tilts his head, looking bored. "Don't make me hallow this ground."
He blows a ring of flaming smoke into the air, before drinking from his flask “Now, I don’t want ta argue somethin’ we can just see fer ourselves.” He says, smiling softly.
They roll their eyes “You’re no fun, fine. Geralt can have his body back, but not his memories.” And with that, Geralt has control again, and looks very confused.
"I do not plan to 'have fun' with them." he says, crossing his eyes. "I do not 'have fun' with beings, I cherish them. I'm not interested in the mating portion of life."
"Sounds like your bloodline ends with you, but that's not exactly what I meant. Maybe just a culture difference, but I'm much the same. Just looking for something..." He looks off into the distance.
"Eventually I will reproduce, but only for the sake of it. I do not enjoy it as a frivolous action. Something what? Hunky, like you?" he takes the final bite of his steak.
“Hunky?” He chuckles, shaking his head, his bundles of hair shaking on his shoulders “If I find a mate, I hope they can beat me in a contest of strength, though it isn’t likely. I’m looking to just help someone.”
Xan looks over and waves, smiling.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He chuckles at their sarcastic nature “I doubt I could beat ya, but hurtin’ ya is somethin’ I’m confident I could do.”
He puts the broken blades edge to his wrist “Oh I just love to do that.” He then cut the arm, but instead of blood, firing comes out, quickly closing the wound.
*It’s good, you needed to go, it’s good to have you back.*
He waves back and walks over "nice to see you"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*You are no longer allowed to be a member of society, and I am reducing my husband count to 2.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dunno how back i am, but it's nice to be here*
*Rat boi? I resent that!*
*[gnaws on drywall]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!*
*I'm sorry but I have never liked and can never like MHA*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I doubt I could stand against you, you seem pretty powerful all things considered but you are also one guy with a few people on the side." He chuckled.
He tilts his head, looking bored. "Don't make me hallow this ground."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"How're you?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey, MHA is legit pretty good in the first few seasons, the protag just sucks and the fanbase should be purged.*
*Samaritan is about to beat the (GP) out of Xavier.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He feels the room begin to heat up till it's unbearable. Samaritan taps him on the shoulder, his voice nearly an angry growl "You Xavier?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*...no it's not. It's dry, poorly paced, and the characters are nowhere near deep enough to create meaningful arcs*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He blows a ring of flaming smoke into the air, before drinking from his flask “Now, I don’t want ta argue somethin’ we can just see fer ourselves.” He says, smiling softly.
They roll their eyes “You’re no fun, fine. Geralt can have his body back, but not his memories.” And with that, Geralt has control again, and looks very confused.
*Riotan beheaded him already I thought*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.