"Wow. That's something ain't it?" He looks around "do you know if anyone is in charge? Or is this a place where one does what they can?"
“Well, there used to be someone who said this place belonged to them, but they died! They were mean anyways. So kinda the latter.”
"The latter? Also how can you just enjoy someone's death? Even if their mean nobody deserves to die you know. It's not right to take life just because you can"
“I mean the second thing you suggested. And I didn’t kill them, someone else did. Oh, and by the way, they nearly killed me as well! On purpose!”
"Wow. That's something ain't it?" He looks around "do you know if anyone is in charge? Or is this a place where one does what they can?"
“Well, there used to be someone who said this place belonged to them, but they died! They were mean anyways. So kinda the latter.”
"The latter? Also how can you just enjoy someone's death? Even if their mean nobody deserves to die you know. It's not right to take life just because you can"
“I mean the second thing you suggested. And I didn’t kill them, someone else did. Oh, and by the way, they nearly killed me as well! On purpose!”
"Oh. How do you know? I mean. Maybe they were afraid. Fear has everything to do with action. Just as much as if someone was controlling you. Except fear makes you think your still in control. Did he finish? Then there. He can't have been doing it fully on purpose. Or he would've finished"
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
"Wow. That's something ain't it?" He looks around "do you know if anyone is in charge? Or is this a place where one does what they can?"
“Well, there used to be someone who said this place belonged to them, but they died! They were mean anyways. So kinda the latter.”
"The latter? Also how can you just enjoy someone's death? Even if their mean nobody deserves to die you know. It's not right to take life just because you can"
“I mean the second thing you suggested. And I didn’t kill them, someone else did. Oh, and by the way, they nearly killed me as well! On purpose!”
"Oh. How do you know? I mean. Maybe they were afraid. Fear has everything to do with action. Just as much as if someone was controlling you. Except fear makes you think your still in control. Did he finish? Then there. He can't have been doing it fully on purpose. Or he would've finished"
“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it!” They say, turning away and covering their ears.
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
Quite a few, surprisingly. But who told you of my presence?
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
Quite a few, surprisingly. But who told you of my presence?
“Abaddon. So I assume you can guess what my job is.”
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
Quite a few, surprisingly. But who told you of my presence?
“Abaddon. So I assume you can guess what my job is.”
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
Quite a few, surprisingly. But who told you of my presence?
“Abaddon. So I assume you can guess what my job is.”
I see… who are you?
“Donquixote. I’m not here on business right now, but I’ll be back later. Just scouting.”
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
Quite a few, surprisingly. But who told you of my presence?
“Abaddon. So I assume you can guess what my job is.”
I see… who are you?
“Donquixote. I’m not here on business right now, but I’ll be back later. Just scouting.”
I see. You must be a powerful warrior if Abaddon sends you here.
“I mean the second thing you suggested. And I didn’t kill them, someone else did. Oh, and by the way, they nearly killed me as well! On purpose!”
"Oh. How do you know? I mean. Maybe they were afraid. Fear has everything to do with action. Just as much as if someone was controlling you. Except fear makes you think your still in control. Did he finish? Then there. He can't have been doing it fully on purpose. Or he would've finished"
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it!” They say, turning away and covering their ears.
Abaddon is at a trial.
Alacreus is running around at the speed of sound, quickly dodging anybody before it hits them.
Lonely is walking around.
the doom duck is flying above the chaos, looking for its next target.
why do i still have two more character ideas?!.
Don walks through a portal to the dome, his hand on his blade.
It swoops down, taking off and hiding its hat in the process, and lands in front of Don, now without its hat resembling a normal Call Duck.
He tilts his head at it confused before raising a piece of parchment “The doom duck I presume?” The area around him becomes both colder and darker, shadow covering it.
It puts its hat back on.
how were you able to tell?
He gestures around them “How many ducks to do expect to find in a combat dome like this one?”
Quite a few, surprisingly. But who told you of my presence?
“Abaddon. So I assume you can guess what my job is.”
I see… who are you?
“Donquixote. I’m not here on business right now, but I’ll be back later. Just scouting.”
I see. You must be a powerful warrior if Abaddon sends you here.
“Thank you. I do try. Roughly how challenging is everyone here to fight?” *Also what did Abaddon think of Don’s gift?*
*he loves it but is trying to hide it*
extremely. Have you ever fought a tarrasque? More than that.
“As, this is going to be a pain then. I apologize if I go for the kill as soon as our fight starts.” *Amazing.*
you wish to fight me?
“Of course not. But I have a job to do, so I will when I come back.”
I look forward to dismembering you, then.