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@impulsive-spitfire
De name is Zoë. Remember it, mon ami
'M de daughter o' Remy LeBeau 'n Anna Marie LeBeau. De multiverse is wide, so I am willin' t' talk t' any version o' my parents. We will always share de same DNA
Don' be afraid t' talk t' me, mes amis. I don' bite
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
.....
I think this will hurt you more then it's going to hurt me... hehehe...GEHEHEHEHE!
*Marcus raises one of his hands,shadow like claws came out of his fingertips briefly. He swung it down and stopped a few inches in front of her face before huffing and pulling his hand back*
...Can't do it...But just because the "I'm a kid" excuse was said doesn't mean that it worked meatsack!
*It kinda worked. For whatever reason it clicked partially in his damaged brain.*
Ragged pants filled the air. Zoë shut her eyes, waiting for claws to rip through her skin. At least it would be a gnarly scar.
This hit didn’t come. Not once. She opened an eye, her pupils constricted. Small tremors ran through her body.
“Least some sense came t’ ya.. don’ t’ink I can handle no more batterin.”
*Marcus fully sat right next to her now. His tails(yes plural) thumped behind him ever so slightly. He huffed again and it came out like a distorted canine like one*
Oh it's not sense ..just ..slight memory I guess. Doesn't mean I'm going easy on you! I can still skin you and eat you like pulled pork if I so choose!
*Right,keep telling yourself that Marcus. Very believable*
“Sure ya could.” Zoë mumbled. Blood trickled down her lip, pain spreading through her skulls. This sucked. She was vulnerable. An open meal. She shouldn’t move. She couldn’t move.
*Marcus glared at her but he just wiped his thumb across her lip and licked the blood off his thumb. Well he couldn't resist the meat in front of him after all. But he didn't do anything after that. He just sat there for a moment. Her blood was... familiar. Why? He couldn't remember the name,but somewhere in his mind,he possibly knew why it was so familiar. And that made his heart ache,and made him more mad. The whole reason for this mess was because of that familiarity that was gone,that one person.*
Tch...I can in a heartbeat. Want me to actually end you now and prove it meatbag?
A twitch ran through her when Marcus touched her. She moved her head away as far as she could. A sour taste invaded her mouth. Boy did she want her momma. Lilith could fix everything
“No.. I’ don’ wanna die..” Her voice came out small.
Oh you're not going to die.
Yet at least..Oh great...feels like people are approaching us.. buzz kills
*Marcus got up and looked down at Zoe. He clutched the side of his head as a memory he didn't remember flashed through his head. That damn look! Why .why does it remind him SO MUCH OF THAT ONE THING HE CANT SEE?!*
Grrr...stupid head hurty....
Zoë grimaced and closed her eyes. People coming.. that meant rescue! She tried her best to hang on, ignoring Marcus and his ranting.
“Remy ‘n Ace are gonna save me. Yo’ runnin’ outta time.”
And here I thought there was more time to kill! Guess the kitty cat wasn't down for the count..
Oh well..that's fuckinf great.
“At least imma live. Ya broke some’in’ in me..” She sputtered. “I want my momma.. ‘n my uncle is gonna get ya. Lock ya away.”
Many have tried,but nobody can never truly lock me away. Seriously,it's useless. But I suppose my payback is on equal terms. Maybe I'll break something else next time we play.
Be glad I didn't have your head in!
“We-We weren’t playin’. Jus’ leave me alone.. I-I don’ wanna be ‘round you.. please.” She mewled helplessly.
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
.....
I think this will hurt you more then it's going to hurt me... hehehe...GEHEHEHEHE!
*Marcus raises one of his hands,shadow like claws came out of his fingertips briefly. He swung it down and stopped a few inches in front of her face before huffing and pulling his hand back*
...Can't do it...But just because the "I'm a kid" excuse was said doesn't mean that it worked meatsack!
*It kinda worked. For whatever reason it clicked partially in his damaged brain.*
Ragged pants filled the air. Zoë shut her eyes, waiting for claws to rip through her skin. At least it would be a gnarly scar.
This hit didn’t come. Not once. She opened an eye, her pupils constricted. Small tremors ran through her body.
“Least some sense came t’ ya.. don’ t’ink I can handle no more batterin.”
*Marcus fully sat right next to her now. His tails(yes plural) thumped behind him ever so slightly. He huffed again and it came out like a distorted canine like one*
Oh it's not sense ..just ..slight memory I guess. Doesn't mean I'm going easy on you! I can still skin you and eat you like pulled pork if I so choose!
*Right,keep telling yourself that Marcus. Very believable*
“Sure ya could.” Zoë mumbled. Blood trickled down her lip, pain spreading through her skulls. This sucked. She was vulnerable. An open meal. She shouldn’t move. She couldn’t move.
*Marcus glared at her but he just wiped his thumb across her lip and licked the blood off his thumb. Well he couldn't resist the meat in front of him after all. But he didn't do anything after that. He just sat there for a moment. Her blood was... familiar. Why? He couldn't remember the name,but somewhere in his mind,he possibly knew why it was so familiar. And that made his heart ache,and made him more mad. The whole reason for this mess was because of that familiarity that was gone,that one person.*
Tch...I can in a heartbeat. Want me to actually end you now and prove it meatbag?
A twitch ran through her when Marcus touched her. She moved her head away as far as she could. A sour taste invaded her mouth. Boy did she want her momma. Lilith could fix everything
“No.. I’ don’ wanna die..” Her voice came out small.
Oh you're not going to die.
Yet at least..Oh great...feels like people are approaching us.. buzz kills
*Marcus got up and looked down at Zoe. He clutched the side of his head as a memory he didn't remember flashed through his head. That damn look! Why .why does it remind him SO MUCH OF THAT ONE THING HE CANT SEE?!*
Grrr...stupid head hurty....
Zoë grimaced and closed her eyes. People coming.. that meant rescue! She tried her best to hang on, ignoring Marcus and his ranting.
“Remy ‘n Ace are gonna save me. Yo’ runnin’ outta time.”
And here I thought there was more time to kill! Guess the kitty cat wasn't down for the count..
Oh well..that's fuckinf great.
“At least imma live. Ya broke some’in’ in me..” She sputtered. “I want my momma.. ‘n my uncle is gonna get ya. Lock ya away.”
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
.....
I think this will hurt you more then it's going to hurt me... hehehe...GEHEHEHEHE!
*Marcus raises one of his hands,shadow like claws came out of his fingertips briefly. He swung it down and stopped a few inches in front of her face before huffing and pulling his hand back*
...Can't do it...But just because the "I'm a kid" excuse was said doesn't mean that it worked meatsack!
*It kinda worked. For whatever reason it clicked partially in his damaged brain.*
Ragged pants filled the air. Zoë shut her eyes, waiting for claws to rip through her skin. At least it would be a gnarly scar.
This hit didn’t come. Not once. She opened an eye, her pupils constricted. Small tremors ran through her body.
“Least some sense came t’ ya.. don’ t’ink I can handle no more batterin.”
*Marcus fully sat right next to her now. His tails(yes plural) thumped behind him ever so slightly. He huffed again and it came out like a distorted canine like one*
Oh it's not sense ..just ..slight memory I guess. Doesn't mean I'm going easy on you! I can still skin you and eat you like pulled pork if I so choose!
*Right,keep telling yourself that Marcus. Very believable*
“Sure ya could.” Zoë mumbled. Blood trickled down her lip, pain spreading through her skulls. This sucked. She was vulnerable. An open meal. She shouldn’t move. She couldn’t move.
*Marcus glared at her but he just wiped his thumb across her lip and licked the blood off his thumb. Well he couldn't resist the meat in front of him after all. But he didn't do anything after that. He just sat there for a moment. Her blood was... familiar. Why? He couldn't remember the name,but somewhere in his mind,he possibly knew why it was so familiar. And that made his heart ache,and made him more mad. The whole reason for this mess was because of that familiarity that was gone,that one person.*
Tch...I can in a heartbeat. Want me to actually end you now and prove it meatbag?
A twitch ran through her when Marcus touched her. She moved her head away as far as she could. A sour taste invaded her mouth. Boy did she want her momma. Lilith could fix everything
“No.. I’ don’ wanna die..” Her voice came out small.
Oh you're not going to die.
Yet at least..Oh great...feels like people are approaching us.. buzz kills
*Marcus got up and looked down at Zoe. He clutched the side of his head as a memory he didn't remember flashed through his head. That damn look! Why .why does it remind him SO MUCH OF THAT ONE THING HE CANT SEE?!*
Grrr...stupid head hurty....
Zoë grimaced and closed her eyes. People coming.. that meant rescue! She tried her best to hang on, ignoring Marcus and his ranting.
“Remy ‘n Ace are gonna save me. Yo’ runnin’ outta time.”
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
.....
I think this will hurt you more then it's going to hurt me... hehehe...GEHEHEHEHE!
*Marcus raises one of his hands,shadow like claws came out of his fingertips briefly. He swung it down and stopped a few inches in front of her face before huffing and pulling his hand back*
...Can't do it...But just because the "I'm a kid" excuse was said doesn't mean that it worked meatsack!
*It kinda worked. For whatever reason it clicked partially in his damaged brain.*
Ragged pants filled the air. Zoë shut her eyes, waiting for claws to rip through her skin. At least it would be a gnarly scar.
This hit didn’t come. Not once. She opened an eye, her pupils constricted. Small tremors ran through her body.
“Least some sense came t’ ya.. don’ t’ink I can handle no more batterin.”
*Marcus fully sat right next to her now. His tails(yes plural) thumped behind him ever so slightly. He huffed again and it came out like a distorted canine like one*
Oh it's not sense ..just ..slight memory I guess. Doesn't mean I'm going easy on you! I can still skin you and eat you like pulled pork if I so choose!
*Right,keep telling yourself that Marcus. Very believable*
“Sure ya could.” Zoë mumbled. Blood trickled down her lip, pain spreading through her skulls. This sucked. She was vulnerable. An open meal. She shouldn’t move. She couldn’t move.
*Marcus glared at her but he just wiped his thumb across her lip and licked the blood off his thumb. Well he couldn't resist the meat in front of him after all. But he didn't do anything after that. He just sat there for a moment. Her blood was... familiar. Why? He couldn't remember the name,but somewhere in his mind,he possibly knew why it was so familiar. And that made his heart ache,and made him more mad. The whole reason for this mess was because of that familiarity that was gone,that one person.*
Tch...I can in a heartbeat. Want me to actually end you now and prove it meatbag?
A twitch ran through her when Marcus touched her. She moved her head away as far as she could. A sour taste invaded her mouth. Boy did she want her momma. Lilith could fix everything
“No.. I’ don’ wanna die..” Her voice came out small.
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
.....
I think this will hurt you more then it's going to hurt me... hehehe...GEHEHEHEHE!
*Marcus raises one of his hands,shadow like claws came out of his fingertips briefly. He swung it down and stopped a few inches in front of her face before huffing and pulling his hand back*
...Can't do it...But just because the "I'm a kid" excuse was said doesn't mean that it worked meatsack!
*It kinda worked. For whatever reason it clicked partially in his damaged brain.*
Ragged pants filled the air. Zoë shut her eyes, waiting for claws to rip through her skin. At least it would be a gnarly scar.
This hit didn’t come. Not once. She opened an eye, her pupils constricted. Small tremors ran through her body.
“Least some sense came t’ ya.. don’ t’ink I can handle no more batterin.”
*Marcus fully sat right next to her now. His tails(yes plural) thumped behind him ever so slightly. He huffed again and it came out like a distorted canine like one*
Oh it's not sense ..just ..slight memory I guess. Doesn't mean I'm going easy on you! I can still skin you and eat you like pulled pork if I so choose!
*Right,keep telling yourself that Marcus. Very believable*
“Sure ya could.” Zoë mumbled. Blood trickled down her lip, pain spreading through her skulls. This sucked. She was vulnerable. An open meal. She shouldn’t move. She couldn’t move.
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
.....
I think this will hurt you more then it's going to hurt me... hehehe...GEHEHEHEHE!
*Marcus raises one of his hands,shadow like claws came out of his fingertips briefly. He swung it down and stopped a few inches in front of her face before huffing and pulling his hand back*
...Can't do it...But just because the "I'm a kid" excuse was said doesn't mean that it worked meatsack!
*It kinda worked. For whatever reason it clicked partially in his damaged brain.*
Ragged pants filled the air. Zoë shut her eyes, waiting for claws to rip through her skin. At least it would be a gnarly scar.
This hit didn’t come. Not once. She opened an eye, her pupils constricted. Small tremors ran through her body.
“Least some sense came t’ ya.. don’ t’ink I can handle no more batterin.”
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
*Marcus stared at her with a twisted grin at first. But then his smile fell as he let go of Zoe and crouched infront of her in a way that almost looked like a dog sit if you looked the right way. As satisfying as it was, something told him maybe to stop for once. He looked Zoe up and down,nose twitching like her scent was getting taken. It was familiar..but he couldn't put his finger on it*
Why...should I?
Zoë stared at Marcus, her eyes moving erratically. Pain spread through her back and down her legs. Oh God... at least he stopped. For now.
“‘Cause I ain’t done not’in’. ‘M a kid. Hurtin’ me fo’ yo’ stupid revenge ain’t gonna do not’in’. It jus’ gonna hurt us both..”
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
*Marcus stopped trying to mess with the bandages and he stared at Zoe. He did not like that one bit. In retaliation,she got slammed into the ground *
YOU... shouldn't have done that.
It took one second for her luck to run out. Zoë stared at Marcus then a terrible ringing took over her brain. A high whine escaped her as something popped. Blood seeped around her gums, staining her teeth.
“Stop it.. please.”
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
PLEADING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE-
WHY ARE THESES THINGS SO HARD TO GET OFF?!
*Marcus still held Zoe while the bandages were still giving him issues. They were wrapped on pretty tight. At least she wasn't being shaken around yet*
Zoë stopped for a moment, watching Marcus fumble with the bandages. Only one horrible idea came to mind. She took the distraction to bite on the sensitive wires. Hard. It hurt like hell.
If pleading wasn’t going to get her anywhere, then she had to try other things, inflammatory or not.
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
... You're sorry?
*Marcus slightly faltered. For a moment he let his guard down and loosened the wired grip on Zoe. He titled his head to the side and quirked up an eyebrow in thinking. The movement caused the bandages to fall a bit into his face. Marcus growled and tightened his grip on Zoe while trying to rip off the offending bandages*
SORRY WON'T SAVE YOU MEATBAG. GRUUGH STUPID THINGS!
Zoë help her breath. Hopefully her apology opened the door to freedom from this situation. When realizing it didn’t, terror spread across her delicate features.
“Please! Dere is no reason t’ be doin’ dis.” More whines and whimpers. “Don’ make it worse fo’ de bot’ o’ us.”
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
OH ON THE CONTRAIRE. YOU DID. or at least ..whoever else was with you. But you both share a meatsack of a vessel. BUT NO MATTER!
*Marcus yanks her closer to himself and lifts her up off the ground in a tight grip*
How shall I play? Maul you? Shock you?...OH I know! Head trauma GEHEHEHEHEHAHA!
Zoë yipped. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw quivered ever so slightly. If only writhing worked in this situation.
“No! I didn’t do none o’ dat! Please.. ‘m sorry. Just let me be. ‘M so tired o’ dis.” She whined.
Gehehehehe! Hey! Come and play!
*Without a warning,she gets wrapped up in metallic wires and yanked backwards towards the ground. Marcus kept laughing like a deranged Hyena as he came closer.*
The kitty cat can't come and save you. He's... occupied currently hehehehe
@yotonystark
Zoë slumped against the couch, panting softly from the stings cursing her body. Good thing Momma healed the worst of it, but now the brain-damaged Stark was gone.
Cillian had been drained to the bone, leaving her to face consequences that aren’t her fault. All was quiet on the western front until she got tangled and yanked by wires. Zoë kicked her boots against the ground.
“Let me go, ya fiend! I ain’t done not’in’ t’ slight ya.”
Cillian had gotten impatient and started walking around the house. No mother or father in sight. Of course she picked the worst time to bring home the mongrel.
“Uncle. Have you seen mother or father? It is important.”
@impulsive-spitfire
Non...haven't seen em..
*He's glad she's safe though. That's a weight off his shoulders*
Why ya ask? What's wrong?
“I have the mongrel knocked out in the living room, and I am severely injured.” Cillian looked down at her body.
“If I leave front, this body has a limited chance of survival.”
*Well...he's panicking..*
Damn..ah guess dat means ya got Marcus?
NOT AGAIN! SIT STILL!
*Ace immediately sits Cillian down and was already grabbing stuff to clean Cillian up..and he will definitely ask his angel friend later to neuter his ass later!*
“I wrangled the mongrel, but he had lost all memory, which in turn, got me shot by lasers,” Cillian grumbled.
“Uncle, please, it’s not something you can fix. They are deep wounds that I have healed over. I need mother.”
Dats not good...
*Ace made an upset sound and dropped the stuff.*
Did ya check da garden or her room? Why did ya mess wit him?! Anthony ok?
*Why did I fail her again? He didn't say that out loud but he made a face like the void taunted him for that.*
“I have not. That sounds like a great idea. Anyway, I was told to eat him because I was hungry. This Anthony is damaged. Does not remember me nor does Marcus.” Cillian stepped closer to Ace and Remy, hesitated, then hugged them.
*He immediately hugged her back. *
Well dat answers da question. Ya broke da bunny heart boy
Tink ya gave him brain damage
“I did break him. His memory is damaged. I am not sure mother can fix it. Do you think she can?” She tilted her head.
Uh..m'bbe?
Hopefully?
If not then Rems gonna be upset
“Father can find grace and patience. It was mostly self defense. He was seeking me out first. He got karma.” Cillian pulled away from him. “Mother will see that.”
True,he does have more patience den me.
Eitha way he got memory loss. Not helpful in de long run but at least he's not botherin ya
“As I have said. It was mostly self-defense. Then I got hungry. I was told to hunt him.” She searched Ace’s eyes. Hers were dull, per usual. “Yes. With this memory loss, he will leave us be now. It is what I strived to do.”
*Ace held her tighter and let out a cheetah chirp*
Hopefully. But knowin him,dat ain't gonna stop..can ya stay here a bit Petite? Jus..wanna make sure ya safe
Cillian sighed. “Fine. I will have you know I will have to return to mother eventually. She has the tool to fix me.”
Cillian had gotten impatient and started walking around the house. No mother or father in sight. Of course she picked the worst time to bring home the mongrel.
“Uncle. Have you seen mother or father? It is important.”
@impulsive-spitfire
Non...haven't seen em..
*He's glad she's safe though. That's a weight off his shoulders*
Why ya ask? What's wrong?
“I have the mongrel knocked out in the living room, and I am severely injured.” Cillian looked down at her body.
“If I leave front, this body has a limited chance of survival.”
*Well...he's panicking..*
Damn..ah guess dat means ya got Marcus?
NOT AGAIN! SIT STILL!
*Ace immediately sits Cillian down and was already grabbing stuff to clean Cillian up..and he will definitely ask his angel friend later to neuter his ass later!*
“I wrangled the mongrel, but he had lost all memory, which in turn, got me shot by lasers,” Cillian grumbled.
“Uncle, please, it’s not something you can fix. They are deep wounds that I have healed over. I need mother.”
Dats not good...
*Ace made an upset sound and dropped the stuff.*
Did ya check da garden or her room? Why did ya mess wit him?! Anthony ok?
*Why did I fail her again? He didn't say that out loud but he made a face like the void taunted him for that.*
“I have not. That sounds like a great idea. Anyway, I was told to eat him because I was hungry. This Anthony is damaged. Does not remember me nor does Marcus.” Cillian stepped closer to Ace and Remy, hesitated, then hugged them.
*He immediately hugged her back. *
Well dat answers da question. Ya broke da bunny heart boy
Tink ya gave him brain damage
“I did break him. His memory is damaged. I am not sure mother can fix it. Do you think she can?” She tilted her head.
Uh..m'bbe?
Hopefully?
If not then Rems gonna be upset
“Father can find grace and patience. It was mostly self defense. He was seeking me out first. He got karma.” Cillian pulled away from him. “Mother will see that.”
True,he does have more patience den me.
Eitha way he got memory loss. Not helpful in de long run but at least he's not botherin ya
“As I have said. It was mostly self-defense. Then I got hungry. I was told to hunt him.” She searched Ace’s eyes. Hers were dull, per usual. “Yes. With this memory loss, he will leave us be now. It is what I strived to do.”
Cillian had gotten impatient and started walking around the house. No mother or father in sight. Of course she picked the worst time to bring home the mongrel.
“Uncle. Have you seen mother or father? It is important.”
@impulsive-spitfire
Non...haven't seen em..
*He's glad she's safe though. That's a weight off his shoulders*
Why ya ask? What's wrong?
“I have the mongrel knocked out in the living room, and I am severely injured.” Cillian looked down at her body.
“If I leave front, this body has a limited chance of survival.”
*Well...he's panicking..*
Damn..ah guess dat means ya got Marcus?
NOT AGAIN! SIT STILL!
*Ace immediately sits Cillian down and was already grabbing stuff to clean Cillian up..and he will definitely ask his angel friend later to neuter his ass later!*
“I wrangled the mongrel, but he had lost all memory, which in turn, got me shot by lasers,” Cillian grumbled.
“Uncle, please, it’s not something you can fix. They are deep wounds that I have healed over. I need mother.”
Dats not good...
*Ace made an upset sound and dropped the stuff.*
Did ya check da garden or her room? Why did ya mess wit him?! Anthony ok?
*Why did I fail her again? He didn't say that out loud but he made a face like the void taunted him for that.*
“I have not. That sounds like a great idea. Anyway, I was told to eat him because I was hungry. This Anthony is damaged. Does not remember me nor does Marcus.” Cillian stepped closer to Ace and Remy, hesitated, then hugged them.
*He immediately hugged her back. *
Well dat answers da question. Ya broke da bunny heart boy
Tink ya gave him brain damage
“I did break him. His memory is damaged. I am not sure mother can fix it. Do you think she can?” She tilted her head.
Uh..m'bbe?
Hopefully?
If not then Rems gonna be upset
“Father can find grace and patience. It was mostly self defense. He was seeking me out first. He got karma.” Cillian pulled away from him. “Mother will see that.”
Cillian had gotten impatient and started walking around the house. No mother or father in sight. Of course she picked the worst time to bring home the mongrel.
“Uncle. Have you seen mother or father? It is important.”
@impulsive-spitfire
Non...haven't seen em..
*He's glad she's safe though. That's a weight off his shoulders*
Why ya ask? What's wrong?
“I have the mongrel knocked out in the living room, and I am severely injured.” Cillian looked down at her body.
“If I leave front, this body has a limited chance of survival.”
*Well...he's panicking..*
Damn..ah guess dat means ya got Marcus?
NOT AGAIN! SIT STILL!
*Ace immediately sits Cillian down and was already grabbing stuff to clean Cillian up..and he will definitely ask his angel friend later to neuter his ass later!*
“I wrangled the mongrel, but he had lost all memory, which in turn, got me shot by lasers,” Cillian grumbled.
“Uncle, please, it’s not something you can fix. They are deep wounds that I have healed over. I need mother.”
Dats not good...
*Ace made an upset sound and dropped the stuff.*
Did ya check da garden or her room? Why did ya mess wit him?! Anthony ok?
*Why did I fail her again? He didn't say that out loud but he made a face like the void taunted him for that.*
“I have not. That sounds like a great idea. Anyway, I was told to eat him because I was hungry. This Anthony is damaged. Does not remember me nor does Marcus.” Cillian stepped closer to Ace and Remy, hesitated, then hugged them.
*He immediately hugged her back. *
Well dat answers da question. Ya broke da bunny heart boy
Tink ya gave him brain damage
“I did break him. His memory is damaged. I am not sure mother can fix it. Do you think she can?” She tilted her head.
