Nov 28, 2018
“We all have our reasons. Even I do.”
@fishthys
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“We all have our reasons. Even I do.”
@fishthys
“Displeased? Why would I be displeased? I thought we had gotten over whatever beef we had with each other.”
@fishthys
@suplexqueen from here
“Yeah, right, like any little dog could scare me. There’s not a lot that scares me anymore. I’ve been to hell and back. I’m pretty sure even if like, the end of the world started happening, I’d just be relaxing in front of the fire sipping a drink. I’m past my prime, seen and done things that at my age would probably give me aches and pains.”
He’s not even that old. He’s just about as old as any other monster, give or take twenty years.
“As long as you aren’t terrorizing the kids, then I suppose there’s no reason to file a complaint then, is there? Do you even read those? Or do you just...eat them, or however you dispose of them.”
"Hey there old man, you got that package I ordered?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got letters from my mom too, where are they?"
Two royal guards, clad in shiny polished armor stood in the way of the large, imposing avian. He looked down at them, frowning.
"I will deliver your assorted postage when I get to the barracks. Be patient."
He pushed past them, scribbling a little asterisk next to the deliveries for the barracks.
"Hey! You just assaulted a royal guard!"
"Yeah, two royal guards!"
The large avian stopped, turning his head slowly.
"What are you going to do, arrest me? You may try."
The two guards laughed, advancing on the mailman.
"You're gunna regret that, big bird."
"Yeah, regret that!"
One of them swung their club towards the avian, but their attack was interrupted by a sharp elbow to the ribs, which was powerful enough to hurt even under the armor, and a swift palm to the front of their helmet, knocking them flat on their back.
"Hey! I'm gunna mess you up for hitting him!"
The other guard was grabbed by the arm and flung expertly across the street, skidding to a stop.
"Well, I'm not too particularly messed up, but you may try again. I'm five minutes ahead of schedule."
This sent the arrogant guards into a flurry, attempting to beat this mail courier into submission. Their attempts were met with a tanky defense. Hopefully they'd quit soon.
"Just wait until Undyne hears about you!"
"I shall wait."
@determinedcaptain
@nghaaaaaah
“Hit you? I very might well kill you. And besides, what reason do I have to hit you, hm?”
Arms still crossed. For once, he wasn’t dressed in his casual shirt and vest. This time, he had only very select pieces of his old armor on. The gauntlets, boots, grieves, and chest plate were fastened onto his body over top a padded jacket. His equipment was very, very old and also very, very used. Scrapes and dings adorned the slightly rusted metal. The only reason he wasn’t wearing his helmet was, well, his head was far too large for it now. His staff was cradled in his arms lightly.
“Is this how you train the guards these days? No wonder they’re soft. ‘Do some laps, wait, no, hit me.’ Make up your mind.”