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[asymptomatiic]

        “Whatever I damn please.”

[bxtteur]

   " Maybe  ever considered other people      might be busy and your doing of 'whatever      you damn please' is in their way? Hm? "

[elizabethinfinxte-blog]

        ❝That would be because         I am out of place. Would         you be so kind to tell me         where I am?❞

[bxtteur]

   " Zone.. 1.              How even did you get here?"

[bxtteur]

   " . . .                You seem, uh---                            ..out of place."

[cacawcacaw]

Try as he might, Ellis just cannot pin down exactly the point this stranger is trying to make. Squinting, all he can take at face value is a guy with a really light skin tone dressed in baseball attire. It’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen — not when zombies are roaming about his land.

And as long as this man isn’t about to eat him alive, the rest of their differences aren’t that important.

"Georgia," He answers without a lick of required thought. "But I ain’t been back there in — hell… s’prob’ly been months by now.

                                                                                       —Call me Ellis.”

[bxtteur]

      He  wasn't keen on giving strangers even his title, a man's name       becoming powerful in bonds most oft he time, a thought making       him uncomfortable unless said person was bound to worship him       like the G o d  he was---- but, he couldn't think of a topic to change       it to, so he had little choice.

        "I  have no idea where the fuck that is, but okay.                       I'm the Batter, feel free to call me that. Or not.                       I don't really fucking care. Just don't be all clingy                       and demand certain favours of me and I bet                       we'll get along just fine."

      He  groaned loudly, as if all of the annoyances he once experienced       overcame him again. Ugh, he hated even thinking of people who        without asking acted ass if he were a plushie. It was rare, but still..       it happened.

       " You  got a job or something to do? 'Cause you don't seem                      to just be here for the fun."

[bxtteur]

   " The  fuck you doin' out here?"

[bxtteur]

!out.        would anyone like a small starter? ;u;

[bxtteur]

   " How 'bout you calm down first before talking        again, alright?"

[izayep]

[bxtteur]

[raininghellfire]

"I’ve never seen them before. I’m special too, I have abilities but I want to see yours. If you don’t mind that is. Those are the little guys right? In the suits?" 

"I’m Eugene, Eugene sims."

[bxtteur]

    " Call me Batter.               -- Yeah, the weirdos wearing the fancy attire are Elsen.                   They can be cute, but often they require cleansing.                   Too bad."

          ".. Abilities?                       Now I'm interested."

[raininghellfire]

"I don’t know.. I want to see what you can do or what you’re going to do…"

[bxtteur]

   " I  didn't know my abilities were that interesting      to someone who wasn't involved in my battles.      ... Then again,              the only 'people' around are usually either              unpure or Elsen."

     A very brief pause followed.

       " You got a name?"

[heybattabattaswing]

She was kind. I was foolish. And though we looked past our differences, neither of us truly understood the other.

Not until it was too late.

[raininghellfire]

        “Do you think I can, um, I can go along with you?”

[bxtteur]

      "--- Why?                  I ain't gonna do anything special. "

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"Front Gate" by Alias Conrad Coldwood | OFF ost

[rottedhope-archive-blog]

     ”I can assure you I never meant to           contribute to your distress.”

     Her lips assumed the usual line,      hoping they might serve as a      testament to how serious she was.

          "Would you prefer I apologize?"

[bxtteur]

   " That  I would appreciate."

   As  silly as this entire deal seemed,    he got rather icky when people    talked down on his power, which,    according to his delusion, manifested    itself in all items he owned.

[cacawcacaw]

"—Mind runnin’ that by me again? In some kinda language we both know?      I don’t got any paint on me man… ‘less I missed a spot washin’ off some blood.”

[bxtteur]

  " I'm  talkin' 'bout your colours, your look, man.    That ain't normal. Not around here anyways.     Look at me---" 

    Hands  pointed to his chest, as if he were     proud of being so strange. As if his freakish     form wasn't somewhat horrifying. Not that he     much cared anymore-- as long as he was     humanoid nothing could go truly wrong.

   " There's  a clear difference between us,      and colour palettes is one of 'em. Ah.      Nevermind."

     He  let his arms drop to his side, sighing      quietly. He wasn't planning on explaining      this all if the other hadn't noticed yet,

     " So,  where the hell are you from?"