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“I - Where did you find those?? Don’t just go looking through people’s stuff!” He hurried forward snatching the pictographs out of the other’s hands.
Out of all the pictographs, why the ones from his musical theatre kid days??
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(BUSTED)
“I - Where did you find those?? Don’t just go looking through people’s stuff!” He hurried forward snatching the pictographs out of the other’s hands.
Out of all the pictographs, why the ones from his musical theatre kid days??
I still have these.
I'd buy you boxes of mcnuggets in bulk from the factory
Why is this happening am I dreaming
BEN slowly grinned and rolled his wrists out with a flourish, blood dripping from his chin to the ground "I killed the boy. Can you not see, his flesh is now my vessel?" Snorting, BEN rolled his shoulders in a haughty manner. "But then again, I've really altered his appearance with all this blood and rot"
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A glare. A hostile, Untrusting glare.
How someone with the body of a child could say words such as ‘kill’ so casually was beyond him, but there were more pressing matter at hand. Slowly, the silverhaired unsheathed his sword, eyeing his would-be foe warily as he finally pulled the charcoal-black hood with one hand, no longer deeming it necessary now that he knew the boy had known his face, in a way.
Now that it had been mentioned, the one before him certainly did bear a resemblance to the Hero of Hyrule, and, in turn, the ‘Fierce Deity’ himself. Only difference being the blood-red eyes that had met with his turquoise ones.
“Who– no…” Never once lowering his sword, he asked, “What are you?”
Lips pursing in though, BEN tilted his head. Thick brackish blood slid down his cheek. "You look familiar... like Link" BEN's eyes glowed a bright red as anger seemed to rush through the reanimated corpse
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Link?
Almost out of instinct, the silverhaired frowned and reached for his sword. Of course, out of all the things he’d feared to hear from a stranger, it just had to be about his past life. Of course he’d remember the name, of course someone would recognize the uncanny resemblance, of course someone would know of his other incarnation, of course.
The former God’s knuckles went white as he gripped the hilt of his sword, glaring at the other’s inhumane red eyes while readying a defensive stance.
“How did –” He growled. “How did you know that name?”
BEN simply stares at the other
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He shifted uncomfortably, arms crossed as an insecure frown appeared upon his brow at the stare directed at his turned back. Gods, The former God grimly thought, And I thought making eye contacts with strangers were the worst.
Sighing, Layth finally turned to his back, only now returning the stare that had been given to him as he eyed the young boy, every last of his insecurities now hidden behind a calm and collected mask.
“… Is something the matter?” He asked in a tone a bit colder than intended.
code-ben replied to your post “*Slowly just slips back onto this blog and sees if anyone notices* ”
HI LOSER
“You know I think i’ve been gone far too long for this to be my only greeting,”
code-ben replied to your post:Could Helm survive a direct shot from a cannon? What about being shot out of a canon?
“I’d likely survive that as well. Though how someone would get me into a cannon in the first place is another question.”