I HAVE TO QUESTION IF THESE THOUGHTS ARE MINE; TO LIVE FOREVER,
BUT DID SOMETHING IN ME DIE?
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[No matter how you spun it, Nanashi's in-progress misdemeanor wasn't a big deal -- definitely not enough to warrant a call to the authorities. So when one of the subway bosses caught him in the act, he wasn't worried; in fact, he was frustrated. Not only had he been unable to finish his spray-painting, but this guy was making a huge fuss about it, which made no sense. This train wasn't even in service! What was the problem?]
[Emmet's "threat" to call the authorities earned an eyeroll and an exasperated sigh from the teen. Would they even respond to such an inconsequential call?]
β Really? You're gonna call the cops over this? I'm clearly not the first guy to vandalize this thing... β [Nanashi widely gestured to the other spray paintings, so prevalent that they completely coated the train's exterior.] β ...and clearly, you don't care enough to clean it. I don't think there's a problem here, and neither will the cops. β
β I think I've made my case. Are we done here? β
[Nanashi slammed the door of the cop car, throwing a glare at the officer who had "kindly" dropped him off by his house ( after a lengthy lecture ). The officer ignored him and promptly drove off, to which Nanashi huffed and crossed his arms.]
[How was he meant to prevent the world's annihilation if the cops busted him whenever he tried to investigate that Doomsday cult? He was so close to connecting the dots -- he was almost positive that they would be the ones to usher in the apocalypse! But it was borderline impossible to interfere with all of these stupid, out of his control obstacles. He'd have to figure out something...maybe he could disguise himself next time?]
[As he fumed and schemed, he suddenly felt a presence; his newly-developed neuroticism kept his senses sharp, so it was easy to feel the eyes locked on him. Nanashi discreetly glanced over, careful not to show that he was looking, and spotted a pair of demonic eyes. Pitch black, white pupils. There was no doubt about what this "presence" was.]
[He violently spun around and reached for his pocket knife, the way he'd practiced for weeks now. He took a rigid battle stance ( more anxious than he'd care to admit ). This wasn't supposed to happen yet...had that cult already brought a demon into this world? Other demons would inevitably follow this one -- he had to do something!]
β Don't take another step! β [Nanashi took a shaky breath -- hopefully, the demon wouldn't notice that. It was more important now than ever to shake those nerves.] β I know what you are, demon. Who summoned you? β
[He was trying to emulate priests from the movies he'd been studying, but of course he didn't have the traditional "weapons" on him ( like holy water or a crucifix ). In his visions, he'd seen demons "exorcised" by blessed swords, bullets, and even other demons -- in theory, his knife should work just fine, and he had Dagda if it came down to it ( assuming that Dagda would help ).]
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A slow or dim-witted person; a dunce.
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hi all!!!! please consider this a plotting call. i really wanna write My Boy so if any moots are interested in plotting anything, smash that like button & i'll dm you!
hi all!!!! please consider this a plotting call. i really wanna write My Boy so if any moots are interested in plotting anything, smash that like button & i'll dm you!
β Anything for the mission. Incompetent as you are, you're still working under Team Rocket...so I'm sure you know what I mean. β
[Not to the same extent, evidently; Nanashi was dedicated to Cyrus' cause, enough to have made the ranks of Commander despite his age. Murder seemed like an obvious solution to a persistent obstacle, and as Meowth said, lives were inconsequential in their grand scheme. For the greater good of recreating the universe, Nanashi was more than willing to sacrifice a few lives in this one.]
β Heh. You're right, but not in the way you think. Ending a life won't matter once we've created our ideal world...but that is precisely why the time to eliminate our threats is now. β [Nanashi smirked, then removed a pistol from the holster on his hip. He had no intention of actually using it against Team Rocket's pathetic cronies, but the simple act of brandishing a weapon would intimidate these two enough to reveal any secret.]
β Now, tell me. β [Nanashi loaded his gun for added effect, then turned his attention back to the Meowth and Wobbufett.] β Those "twoips" you keep going after...where are they? β