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❝ --------------- oh. seems like these were MEN UNDER YOUR COMMAND , weren't they?? ❞ there laid lifeless corpses upon the cold, harsh ground. black armor, and red visors, all USELESS TO THE CAUSE OF DEATH . their bodies, mangled. parts of them seeming to of ripped away into scraps of whatever was left, as though each and every last one experienced their own flash of explosions . some cause of immediate death. some a EXTENDED AMOUNT OF TIME, BEFORE THEY FINALLY DIED . in pure, and utter agony. and he, this man in white... was the only one standing.
❝ well, this makes for a awkward first meet than. ❞ @deathwalksamong ❤ ‘ed
lightning’s grace.
ah , so the monster remembered the saint ; saint of death . the queen would rise from her bow , give a smallest tilt of her head in order to reveal pallid skin tainted from snowy weather in order to speak with him . “ yes , sir . that is me . ” truth be told , she was accustom to being seen back in the crowd , never called or summoned - very rarely did someone notice her !!! yet , this man , whom had earned her undying loyalty && respect … remembered her …
“ shall we leave , sir ?? you must be hungry . i have the full check for our outings && i believe you deserve a meal much more richer . “ despite her monotone voice , her accent continued to plague her , the signs of her childhood && past that lingered in her voice . “ your wish is my command . “
❝ i see... --------------- that is very considerate of you to offer. ❞ a response in tone that couldn’t possibly belong to the devil. BUT THAT IS EXACTLY WHO HE MIGHT AS WELL BEEN . for here as she stands, speaking her words of loyalty at the very finish, she might as well have made a contract. for what he had in store, there was a knowing catch he had already made by himself. unknowing to her, which in all was a mistake on her part. for did she not see a foul creature , standing before her person?? why... by no means does it seem that way. SUCH A MISTAKE INDEED . a moment of pause has befallen him. for years he had only been getting by with substance so bland to the tongue, and no better than being given a piece of bread and a scrap of vegetable. it of course was enough to get by, and he was not one to complain. but who can deny the better of things ?? ❝ we should go eat, than. we have the time for now, after all, as the men under my command try to salvage up useful reports. though as soon as we get word of scar, or the doctor, we will have to leave immediately . this is fine with you, i hope?? ❞
CRIMSON. okay so upon my return to this trash child, i am going go ahead and get the ball rolling on him again. so, if ya want, LIKE THIS FOR A SHORT STARTER!!
//glances over @ memes... slowly scoots over to replies//
@maharib commented: wtf i hate him so much?? but i also love him
he is such garbage... yet i, also, love him <33
oh my god can we just... talk about this scene for a moment?? okay first off, the warden has probably taken care of kimblee like, ever since he got locked away. and it’s safe to say from the way the warden talks, he doesn’t really see or treat kimblee as a human being. more like a chained up monster of sorts. more than willing to call kimblee a nut job to his face, and pretty much saying he should of received the death sentence. and that’s just how the warden treated kimblee for years. constantly disrespecting him, calling him names, and saying how he should simply die. and omg, kimblee TOLERATES IT . unafraid to smile in turn, and come up with mild responses. all the while knowing that the warden wouldn’t actually do a thing. he is spineless, all talk, and easy to corrupt. so what does kimblee do upon his release?? PROVE IT . and dammit, it was so amusing. so much fun to watch as a man with such big talk, reduce to nothing but a screaming, pleading, crying, and terrified infant . was it payback?? maybe a tad. but, it’s mostly the fact, that it was the reaction kimblee wanted to see. because that is something he simply enjoys. the REACTION . the space in a human that is so disgraceful, and pathetic. to watch a man’s wall crumble, and see what is behind, rather if it be rage or terror. and dammit, it was so much fun, so AMUSING to him. if kimblee didn’t have more composure over himself, he would of laughed.
Omnia Vanitas (17th Century / Engraving on laid paper) - British School
lightning’s grace.
@moncrim
the man whom possessed her thoughts had approached . since watching him in the war , a strange joy came from her soul that had not been felt in years . she gives a bow , knowing he possibly did not remember her - who would ??? - she was simply a pawn that hide behind a blade of sin . a slow raise of her head , staring past him as she spoke .
“ … i have been ordered to follow your command . “
and the devil walks . free among man. finally, released from his shackles and guards that watched him with utter hatred and detest . no longer bound to stone walls, and metal doors. the world knows his wake once more. wondering to a place he was told to go, in order to meet a subordinate for assistance in his new task among man. and he saw her; by just that alone there was a trigger of memory that flicked among his mind so clearly . the wonders of photographic memory . from it, a light smile came to grace his lips. gentle. innocent, it seemed to be. how DISGUSTINGLY DECEIVING . there is no innocence ❝ ah, i remember you. from the isvalan war, all those years ago. let’s see... miss angelica, correct?? ❞
ishval.
there is an ADMITTEDLY annoyed sigh that drenches the air around them , a sense of agitation && pure boredom painted upon tanned features . however , as much as he would have enjoyed SMOTHERING the other - with something akin to a spiked pillow - all he could do was remain silent at his atrocious remarks for a moment before speaking .
“ i highly doubt you are serious . cut it out , you are just disturbing . “
❝ disturbing , you say. how cruel, major. ❞ he hasn’t even begun; his game of play. a annoyed sigh, a push with words, why that isn’t near enough to have him s t o p . no... it was at most encouraging. made a need sway within that he quite enjoyed. and wanted to fuel. a gentle hum escaped from his throat. ❝ though you’re right. i’m not serious. it’s something else e n t i r e l y . ❞
“Fight me, you son of a bitch!”
▐ ❝ explosive.
❝ now now , miss armstrong. ❞ a voice spoken by a beast of a man ————— would know only the most of remaining collected and calm among the woman. her mighty cry of challenge, her very fury, is all than formidable of course. far beyond that even. she holds strength that not even some amount of men could come to master, including soldiers, kings, and even emperors. was that such a thought?? well, not quite. after all, she holds well to the title given. the title of ice queen . and the beast —————- this devil?? he ADMIRED IT . found it extraordinary, exciting. such a strong will, and chilling spirit, that would not even come to bow under the heaviest of circumstances. not to him, either, when others would feel at least the slightest twinge of nervousness. of fear . her hand would even come to strike him. yet he ( though rusty ) had his own reflexes to halt such advances of the ice queen. so, a claw of the devil flickered swiftly, and there he took her wrist into his grasp. strong && clenching . holding her palm right in there air, to where it would no longer make movement. and by it… damn his wickedness . for the corners of his lips turned slightly more. and there now, a grin. ❝ you won't even allow me to explain why i killed some of your men… i’m sure if you did, you’d understand a bit more. and well… not throw around names . ❞@kralovna
PUNCHES HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE WITH NO HESITATION
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“Is this some kind of sick joke?”
▐ ❝ explosive.
❝ a j o k e ?? ❞ and he repeated that very word MOCKINGLY almost. to the meaning behind it, the situation of which it was used, he wasn’t surprised… —————– the devil had shaken the hunter . he couldn’t help but to show it by the reaction of what seemed to be a form of irritated disbelief —————- A SMIRK . oh… how utterly amusing it is; this shaken ishvalan. the walls of his front, were crumbling, and though they were hidden from reveal, he could just feel upon affect, those crimson eyes are burning . burrowing into what the ishvalan was beginning to crumble into. what could best describe that, really?? why… hatred… loathing… ah no!! how about E N M I T Y ?? yes, that suited just fine. and does the devil feel even the slightest twinge of falter?? does he have even a hint to stand down, to finally just shut his damned mouth ?? of course not. DANGEROUS && CAPABLE FINGERS , laced themselves deeper into the white fur upon the collar. digging. clawing down, all in hold, with just one hand of his own. for the devil had captured him. ❝ not at all. i am being very serious right now, major . ❞ he will be very, very clear. thus, he tugged down upon the very fabric, exposing a patch of dark skin under . and by that, there within the sapphires, shined the selfish wickedness , as he made advance. his chops coming closer. until sure the man could just barely feel the heat of his breath stroke the newly exposed flesh. how utterly amusing this is. ❝ much to your dismay, hm…?? ❞@gunned-ishvalan
ishval.
moncrim
i luv u bae > w>
“ i am sure you do . “
❝ of course... ---------------- don’t tell me i don’t show it well enough . ❞