The chef slides down the side of the city-sized engine of death. "It's okay." He offers Lonely his handkerchief. "What happened this time?"
"Time magic! How interesting! I hope you use it responsibly! Well, attempt to." He chuckles. "This multiverse is full of geniuses, isn't it? That's nice. Shame they're mostly dangerous monsters. Not that I could do anything about it. Legal restrictions, you know." He sits down, cross-legged. "Sytosc, High Critic."
They take it, and start dabbing away tears. “A guy… tried… or at least threatened to… kill me and my dog… they were a vampire…”
”i try to be at least a bit responsible with my magic, heh. I’ve probably become the most advanced time manipulator in the universe. I’ve actually separated myself from time, so I can only ever exist at one time at once. Pretty useful.”
"How droll," Barbeau grumbles. "I don't think I can help with that one. If you wanna talk about it, we can, but I can't just go around killing people, even violent people."
"How brilliant! That keeps this world much safer from sudden and reality-ending paradoxes. I've had to stop a couple of those in my time. My employers are too lazy to even save their big cash cow, see, so they send me. You seem very dangerous. I'll try and not get on your bad side." He chuckles. "I'm actually here trying to make sure people like you don't do anything stupid. Fortunately for me, you don't seem to be the stupid type."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
Eventually Inumaki stops once they seemingly see something Sytosc cant *Unless he has true sight, in which he sees something unlike any monster he's ever seen, yet something that shouldn't exist.*. He lowers the part of the outfit over his mouth and says "TWIST.", the tree around him do just that as well as the creature.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
Eventually Inumaki stops once they seemingly see something Sytosc cant *Unless he has true sight, in which he sees something unlike any monster he's ever seen, yet something that shouldn't exist.*. He lowers the part of the outfit over his mouth and says "TWIST.", the tree around him do just that as well as the creature.
(He does)
Sytosc tilts his head and takes some more notes. "Interesting... well, this place is effectively a dimensional incursion in and of itself, so must be pretty common." He laughs.
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
Eventually Inumaki stops once they seemingly see something Sytosc cant *Unless he has true sight, in which he sees something unlike any monster he's ever seen, yet something that shouldn't exist.*. He lowers the part of the outfit over his mouth and says "TWIST.", the tree around him do just that as well as the creature.
(He does)
Sytsoc tilts his head and takes some more notes. "Interesting... well, this place is effectively a dimensional incursion in and of itself, so must be pretty common." He laughs.
The creature drops dead and Inumaki coughs a bit before taking some cough medicine. He then begins walking back to the Dome, his eyes shooting to Sytsoc for a moment.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
*Hola.*
Inumaki walks up to Lonely and sits in front of them.
Sekiro has gotten himself lost in hell and is walking around.
Don is also in hell but in Abaddon's office, sitting in his chair, if Abaddon is in his chair then he's sitting on his lap.
Rag is sitting next to what used to be a wall, before he hit it in a rage.
They look up, still crying, and also a bit confused.
the Jailor senses them in Hell and pops into existence right next to them, slowly floating to the ground. ”you have business here?”
Abaddon walks in. “Hello Don… what exactly did you arrest Toji for?”
a Nearby pit fiend is watching him, slightly terrified.
He smiles at him and signs "Hello, why are you crying?"
His mask shifts to look like a Japanese pit fiend "I don't. Actually I don't know how I got here, but while I'm here I'm going to paint something."
"I told you he reminds me of myself didn't I? That means a lot of murder." He says making a gesture that shuts the door behind him.
He looks up at the pit fiend " I hope this is a teaching moment for anyone who had doubts about my strength."
“I… someone threatened to kill me…”
”how about the millions of screaming souls right down there?” She points to the pit of Asmodeus.
”how lovely, could I have an exact list?”
they back away slowly. An Imp is nearby, watching them in awe.
"Are you dead?" He says looking them in the eyes.
"I don't think that is the peaceful scene I am searching for. Do you have anything else I could see?"
"Well there are more dead than I would bother counting. I could list the most relevant ones, attempted murder- Satoru Gojo. Gojo didn't die, although he was believed dead because of repeated stabbings."
Rag stands up and walks to the pit fiend barracks, calming himself down along the way.
“N-no?… but I could’ve died…”
”hmm, the legions of devils fighting for fun all over the place? Ooh, how about the tower of Asmodeus?”
”list as many as you can and give it to me, and then it’ll be your job to collect any victims that ended up in the hells and bringing them here.”
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
Eventually Inumaki stops once they seemingly see something Sytosc cant *Unless he has true sight, in which he sees something unlike any monster he's ever seen, yet something that shouldn't exist.*. He lowers the part of the outfit over his mouth and says "TWIST.", the tree around him do just that as well as the creature.
(He does)
Sytosc tilts his head and takes some more notes. "Interesting... well, this place is effectively a dimensional incursion in and of itself, so must be pretty common." He laughs.
The creature drops dead and Inumaki coughs a bit before taking some cough medicine. He then begins walking back to the Dome, his eyes shooting to Sytosc for a moment.
*Sytosc is hard to spell... Hmmm...*
"Well, hello there. That's a nasty cough you got there." The grinning man seems to be completely unfazed. "You some sort of reality bender? Or perhaps a plant-based geomancer?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The chef slides down the side of the city-sized engine of death. "It's okay." He offers Lonely his handkerchief. "What happened this time?"
"Time magic! How interesting! I hope you use it responsibly! Well, attempt to." He chuckles. "This multiverse is full of geniuses, isn't it? That's nice. Shame they're mostly dangerous monsters. Not that I could do anything about it. Legal restrictions, you know." He sits down, cross-legged. "Sytosc, High Critic."
They take it, and start dabbing away tears. “A guy… tried… or at least threatened to… kill me and my dog… they were a vampire…”
”i try to be at least a bit responsible with my magic, heh. I’ve probably become the most advanced time manipulator in the universe. I’ve actually separated myself from time, so I can only ever exist at one time at once. Pretty useful.”
"How droll," Barbeau grumbles. "I don't think I can help with that one. If you wanna talk about it, we can, but I can't just go around killing people, even violent people."
"How brilliant! That keeps this world much safer from sudden and reality-ending paradoxes. I've had to stop a couple of those in my time. My employers are too lazy to even save their big cash cow, see, so they send me. You seem very dangerous. I'll try and not get on your bad side." He chuckles. "I'm actually here trying to make sure people like you don't do anything stupid. Fortunately for me, you don't seem to be the stupid type."
“that’d be nice…”
he chuckles. “I hope I’m not! I’ve only caused one major disaster in my time, and that was an accident that only killed a few dozen people, including me. Sort of. And I’ve become a lot more responsible since that happened three hundred years ago.”
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
*Hola.*
Inumaki walks up to Lonely and sits in front of them.
Sekiro has gotten himself lost in hell and is walking around.
Don is also in hell but in Abaddon's office, sitting in his chair, if Abaddon is in his chair then he's sitting on his lap.
Rag is sitting next to what used to be a wall, before he hit it in a rage.
They look up, still crying, and also a bit confused.
the Jailor senses them in Hell and pops into existence right next to them, slowly floating to the ground. ”you have business here?”
Abaddon walks in. “Hello Don… what exactly did you arrest Toji for?”
a Nearby pit fiend is watching him, slightly terrified.
He smiles at him and signs "Hello, why are you crying?"
His mask shifts to look like a Japanese pit fiend "I don't. Actually I don't know how I got here, but while I'm here I'm going to paint something."
"I told you he reminds me of myself didn't I? That means a lot of murder." He says making a gesture that shuts the door behind him.
He looks up at the pit fiend " I hope this is a teaching moment for anyone who had doubts about my strength."
“I… someone threatened to kill me…”
”how about the millions of screaming souls right down there?” She points to the pit of Asmodeus.
”how lovely, could I have an exact list?”
they back away slowly. An Imp is nearby, watching them in awe.
"Are you dead?" He says looking them in the eyes.
"I don't think that is the peaceful scene I am searching for. Do you have anything else I could see?"
"Well there are more dead than I would bother counting. I could list the most relevant ones, attempted murder- Satoru Gojo. Gojo didn't die, although he was believed dead because of repeated stabbings."
Rag stands up and walks to the pit fiend barracks, calming himself down along the way.
“N-no?… but I could’ve died…”
”hmm, the legions of devils fighting for fun all over the place? Ooh, how about the tower of Asmodeus?”
”list as many as you can and give it to me, and then it’ll be your job to collect any victims that ended up in the hells and bringing them here.”
the Imp follows him from about 30 feet away.
"You didn't die, so you should become stronger so you don't."
He raises a brow "Interesting, that sounds like it could make a wonderful painting."
"I'll get that to you at some point." He lights a smoke "Maybe you could hire him, he's obviously strong, and you haven't gotten me a partner in a long time."
Once he goes inside the barracks he waits for the imp to get close and grabs him. *Would do strength check but, well you know.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
Eventually Inumaki stops once they seemingly see something Sytosc cant *Unless he has true sight, in which he sees something unlike any monster he's ever seen, yet something that shouldn't exist.*. He lowers the part of the outfit over his mouth and says "TWIST.", the tree around him do just that as well as the creature.
(He does)
Sytosc tilts his head and takes some more notes. "Interesting... well, this place is effectively a dimensional incursion in and of itself, so must be pretty common." He laughs.
The creature drops dead and Inumaki coughs a bit before taking some cough medicine. He then begins walking back to the Dome, his eyes shooting to Sytosc for a moment.
*Sytosc is hard to spell... Hmmm...*
"Well, hello there. That's a nasty cough you got there." The grinning man seems to be completely unfazed. "You some sort of reality bender? Or perhaps a plant-based geomancer?"
*Very.*
He signs "I don't really do either, my words are just infused with energy, unfortunately all of my words." He walks over and smiles "I'm Inumaki."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"How droll," Barbeau grumbles. "I don't think I can help with that one. If you wanna talk about it, we can, but I can't just go around killing people, even violent people."
"How brilliant! That keeps this world much safer from sudden and reality-ending paradoxes. I've had to stop a couple of those in my time. My employers are too lazy to even save their big cash cow, see, so they send me. You seem very dangerous. I'll try and not get on your bad side." He chuckles. "I'm actually here trying to make sure people like you don't do anything stupid. Fortunately for me, you don't seem to be the stupid type."
“that’d be nice…”
he chuckles. “I hope I’m not! I’ve only caused one major disaster in my time, and that was an accident that only killed a few dozen people, including me. Sort of. And I’ve become a lot more responsible since that happened three hundred years ago.”
He sits down in front of Lonely. "I'm glad nothing really bad happened. I don't think I need to explain why. Now then, how did meeting him make you feel."
He snorts. "Who hasn't killed a few dozen people in a minor accident? It's no big deal. Hey, can you take others along? That could be a problem. Or an asset. I'm not sure yet." He giggles.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
*Hola.*
Inumaki walks up to Lonely and sits in front of them.
Sekiro has gotten himself lost in hell and is walking around.
Don is also in hell but in Abaddon's office, sitting in his chair, if Abaddon is in his chair then he's sitting on his lap.
Rag is sitting next to what used to be a wall, before he hit it in a rage.
They look up, still crying, and also a bit confused.
the Jailor senses them in Hell and pops into existence right next to them, slowly floating to the ground. ”you have business here?”
Abaddon walks in. “Hello Don… what exactly did you arrest Toji for?”
a Nearby pit fiend is watching him, slightly terrified.
He smiles at him and signs "Hello, why are you crying?"
His mask shifts to look like a Japanese pit fiend "I don't. Actually I don't know how I got here, but while I'm here I'm going to paint something."
"I told you he reminds me of myself didn't I? That means a lot of murder." He says making a gesture that shuts the door behind him.
He looks up at the pit fiend " I hope this is a teaching moment for anyone who had doubts about my strength."
“I… someone threatened to kill me…”
”how about the millions of screaming souls right down there?” She points to the pit of Asmodeus.
”how lovely, could I have an exact list?”
they back away slowly. An Imp is nearby, watching them in awe.
"Are you dead?" He says looking them in the eyes.
"I don't think that is the peaceful scene I am searching for. Do you have anything else I could see?"
"Well there are more dead than I would bother counting. I could list the most relevant ones, attempted murder- Satoru Gojo. Gojo didn't die, although he was believed dead because of repeated stabbings."
Rag stands up and walks to the pit fiend barracks, calming himself down along the way.
“N-no?… but I could’ve died…”
”hmm, the legions of devils fighting for fun all over the place? Ooh, how about the tower of Asmodeus?”
”list as many as you can and give it to me, and then it’ll be your job to collect any victims that ended up in the hells and bringing them here.”
the Imp follows him from about 30 feet away.
"You didn't die, so you should become stronger so you don't."
He raises a brow "Interesting, that sounds like it could make a wonderful painting."
"I'll get that to you at some point." He lights a smoke "Maybe you could hire him, he's obviously strong, and you haven't gotten me a partner in a long time."
Once he goes inside the barracks he waits for the imp to get close and grabs him. *Would do strength check but, well you know.*
“A-am I not aloud to be sad?”
”bet it would! You can’t miss it, Giant spire rising out of the pit.”
"How droll," Barbeau grumbles. "I don't think I can help with that one. If you wanna talk about it, we can, but I can't just go around killing people, even violent people."
"How brilliant! That keeps this world much safer from sudden and reality-ending paradoxes. I've had to stop a couple of those in my time. My employers are too lazy to even save their big cash cow, see, so they send me. You seem very dangerous. I'll try and not get on your bad side." He chuckles. "I'm actually here trying to make sure people like you don't do anything stupid. Fortunately for me, you don't seem to be the stupid type."
“that’d be nice…”
he chuckles. “I hope I’m not! I’ve only caused one major disaster in my time, and that was an accident that only killed a few dozen people, including me. Sort of. And I’ve become a lot more responsible since that happened three hundred years ago.”
He sits down in front of Lonely. "I'm glad nothing really bad happened. I don't think I need to explain why. Now then, how did meeting him make you feel."
He snorts. "Who hasn't killed a few dozen people in a minor accident? It's no big deal. Hey, can you take others along? That could be a problem. Or an asset. I'm not sure yet." He giggles.
“Well… I was scared… really scared. He said he’d rip out my organs and drink my blood… but Alacreus, my dog, jumped out to protect me and he threatened to kill them too… i was really sad, and angry… and confused, a bit…”
”never done it before, so I’m not entirely sure, and I don’t know if they would be separated from time like me either. I could certainly try, though.”
The pit fiend backs away, Rag mutters to him to make a telepathic connection so they can talk.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"How droll," Barbeau grumbles. "I don't think I can help with that one. If you wanna talk about it, we can, but I can't just go around killing people, even violent people."
"How brilliant! That keeps this world much safer from sudden and reality-ending paradoxes. I've had to stop a couple of those in my time. My employers are too lazy to even save their big cash cow, see, so they send me. You seem very dangerous. I'll try and not get on your bad side." He chuckles. "I'm actually here trying to make sure people like you don't do anything stupid. Fortunately for me, you don't seem to be the stupid type."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
jylek nods quickly, melding their minds after he mutters a few words. "there."
"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......
Eventually Inumaki stops once they seemingly see something Sytosc cant *Unless he has true sight, in which he sees something unlike any monster he's ever seen, yet something that shouldn't exist.*. He lowers the part of the outfit over his mouth and says "TWIST.", the tree around him do just that as well as the creature.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He speaks through the mental connection "What were you doing there?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
(He does)
Sytosc tilts his head and takes some more notes. "Interesting... well, this place is effectively a dimensional incursion in and of itself, so must be pretty common." He laughs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
jylek shrugs old habits... i guess.
"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......
The creature drops dead and Inumaki coughs a bit before taking some cough medicine. He then begins walking back to the Dome, his eyes shooting to Sytsoc for a moment.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“N-no?… but I could’ve died…”
”hmm, the legions of devils fighting for fun all over the place? Ooh, how about the tower of Asmodeus?”
”list as many as you can and give it to me, and then it’ll be your job to collect any victims that ended up in the hells and bringing them here.”
the Imp follows him from about 30 feet away.
"Oh, well it's best I learn more about you then."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Sytosc is hard to spell... Hmmm...*
"Well, hello there. That's a nasty cough you got there." The grinning man seems to be completely unfazed. "You some sort of reality bender? Or perhaps a plant-based geomancer?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
he laughs yeah. there isnt much to know about me.
"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......
“that’d be nice…”
he chuckles. “I hope I’m not! I’ve only caused one major disaster in my time, and that was an accident that only killed a few dozen people, including me. Sort of. And I’ve become a lot more responsible since that happened three hundred years ago.”
"You didn't die, so you should become stronger so you don't."
He raises a brow "Interesting, that sounds like it could make a wonderful painting."
"I'll get that to you at some point." He lights a smoke "Maybe you could hire him, he's obviously strong, and you haven't gotten me a partner in a long time."
Once he goes inside the barracks he waits for the imp to get close and grabs him. *Would do strength check but, well you know.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Very.*
He signs "I don't really do either, my words are just infused with energy, unfortunately all of my words." He walks over and smiles "I'm Inumaki."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He sits down in front of Lonely. "I'm glad nothing really bad happened. I don't think I need to explain why. Now then, how did meeting him make you feel."
He snorts. "Who hasn't killed a few dozen people in a minor accident? It's no big deal. Hey, can you take others along? That could be a problem. Or an asset. I'm not sure yet." He giggles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“A-am I not aloud to be sad?”
”bet it would! You can’t miss it, Giant spire rising out of the pit.”
”no… we’re putting him on Trial for murder…”
the imp shrieks and struggles to free itself.
"Well I can't make you tell me anything, but if you want to tell me anything I'll always love you the same." *Good dad confirmed?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Well… I was scared… really scared. He said he’d rip out my organs and drink my blood… but Alacreus, my dog, jumped out to protect me and he threatened to kill them too… i was really sad, and angry… and confused, a bit…”
”never done it before, so I’m not entirely sure, and I don’t know if they would be separated from time like me either. I could certainly try, though.”
"You are, but this isn't the place to be sorry for yourself, at least from what I can tell."
"Thanks, I'll go there." He walks off to find it.
"Ah. Oh well, I hope its entertaining at least."
Rag puts them down, gentle "Don't try to follow me without thinking I wont notice."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo