Jun 7, 2019
@hell--descended
For all the white in his hair, he moves like a hail of bullets. Dust mushrooms from the punching bag under Rosten’s fists.
He dances back, fists raised, his grin vicious.
“Want to join, kid? I’ll go easy on ya.”
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@hell--descended
For all the white in his hair, he moves like a hail of bullets. Dust mushrooms from the punching bag under Rosten’s fists.
He dances back, fists raised, his grin vicious.
“Want to join, kid? I’ll go easy on ya.”
Spray paints his helmet red with white rims. Sticks a puff ball on the peak. A Christmas helm.
The monster stood there…rather confused as to what the mortal was doing with his helmet, he knew this man was vandalizing his cage of despair, but that was about it. One of the downsides of being a faceless monster was being unable to physically see what was going on around him.
Only through his other senses could he decipher his surroundings to send pictures to his mind’s eye. But nevertheless the punisher was furious at the GALL of this puny, frail, bag of blood and bone.
̷̝̩I̪̱̮̻̞ ̜̰K̲̳̹N̡̫̻͖O̙̱W̼̜͔ ̯̳̙͙͢Y̯̤O͞Ụ̼̱̮͘ ͎͠J͔̘̪E͎͖͙ST̤͙͈͉͔̤͘ ̺̙̰̪H̛̘U̠̘̯M͏͎̥̣A̛͎̫͖̭͈N̥͔̘̜͕.͍̗͉.̦.̴̤͓̥̩̪̯̘͞ͅ ͙̹ ̖̹̥͇ ͇͎͉̼I҉̫̬̮ ͇̥̱̲̮͝ͅṢ̮͔̳H̹͍͕͈̲̱̹A̻L̰̕L͖̠̙̤̕ͅͅ ̭͚͔P͓͖͎͕̩̩̙͜A͖̹͕I̘̥̪Ṉ̭̘̳̮T̩̠̙̼ ͔̩̥͕͉͙̲T̨̬̤̩̠͈ͅͅH̲̞̦̩E̮̺͠ W̡A̢͔̩̼͈̺L̵̫̬̦̦̘L̤̭͖͍͍̫̹̕S̤͚̘̲̻͍̹ ̫̠̟̖̹̤W̕IT̺̤̪̰̥ͅH̛̙ ̷̦͍Y̻̗͜O͚̻̻͞U͉͕̭R̰̮ ̢F̨̰͉͚̭L̨͙̣͉̼͚̦E̘͈̥͜S̭̘̞̮̝̩͉͠H!͚̟̜͈͖͇̺̰̠̲̩͇̟̞ ̣̳H͍̦O̥̥̳Ẃ̼͈̞̭̗ ̰̹̩̰̭̖̞D͎͎͈̥͉A͞R͉̲̝E̮͉̤̹͙͟ ̥͈͘Y̞͓͚ͅO͔̲̯͎U̦ M̙͔̟̜̣͜O͓͎̗C̹͈̭̕K͚̫̬̞̝̠ ̺͍͍͙͍̥͈̕M̶̩͎͈̝̹̻E͉̰͚̻̺̤!̠̩͘
@hell--descended liked for a starter
“Yeah, well, you should see the other guy.”
Miles is bleeding. Or, at least, he’s soaked through with a fair amount of blood. Whether it’s his or not has yet to be seen, but there are patches of greasy black liquid intermingling with the expected shades of ruby red. Yet none of this is fazing him as much as it probably should be.
There’s a thrumming buzz at the base of his skull that he’s trying dutifully to ignore, to press back into the recesses of his mind.
“I’m fine, really.”
But maybe that’s not why Alex looks frightened.
"Love is a bullshit idea people made up to secure themselves against pain and excuse themselves when they cause it."
Hm̛m͝m ̢m͠Y ͟MY̵ ́MY…͡.̷ ͝ ̴ Ẃha̕t ̕A͢N InTERE͘S҉ting A̡NS͠WER̸̸̀SE̕EM͜S ͡L̀ìK̸E yOU ̧SPEa̧K ҉f̛ROM EXP̸e͝ri̛E͝NC̸È
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you asked for bargaining and here it is
“Pretty sure it’s only bargaining if you’re willing to give something else up in exchange for a volume controlled circle-jerk, so what’s it gonna be?”
@hell--descended
“So who’d ya serve with?”
His tone’s friendly enough.