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FIVE WORDS. > @intentosolenne // tristepin.
❛ alright, you’ve won. happy now ? ❜
“ since WHEN does my pupil give up so easily ? ”
GOULTARD chuckles a little at his protégé’s poor state; when it came to armwrestling between iops, the result was always UMPREDICTABLE. in this case -- well it was fair to say there was NO TABLE anymore.
“ c’mon, STAND UP. arms dun’ break that easy ! ” the man rolls his right shoulder. “ i’m not lettin’ you eat ‘til you’ve won. ”
@intentosolenne ► Reynauld:
« n-no, i don't want to fight against you...! »
“Too feckin’ bad.”
When he was with Vvulf, he learned an important lesson. If you want someone to understand their place after they break a rule, make them go through the same hellhole they willingly dragged themselves into.
He always thought it was dumb, before - but maybe because he was the one who was forced to smoke until he almost lost his senses when he was caught stealing cigarettes as a teenager. But after he told Reynauld not to mess with the Circus? After he did all he could to keep his ungrateful ass alive? After they spent so many resources putting him back in shape after he lied to the others, told them he bravely went on the dungeons all by himself?
Oh, how he hates to admit that Vvulf was right, for once.
“Ye wanna feel th’ thrill of a victory? Havin’ these brainless idiots clap like seals for ye makes ye feel so alive?!”
He finishes preparing the gun, putting it on it’s holster. He doesn’t want to shoot him. For now. The dagger will do just fine.
“Now we’re fightin’, then. If ye wanna be seen as a champion so bad, ye’r gonna have to take down the previous one, no?!”
That last word comes out in a growl. The audience loves that. Dismas, on the other hand, would love to blow the brain of each one of them.
@intentosolenne ► Constantin
john, scp verse, leT'S GOOO 👀🤙 /
« for christ's sake, stop with that scp-507-j! is it so difficult to call me JOHN?! »
“I don’t make the rules, buddy. It’s the usual procedure.”
He gets it, tho. The annoyance of being considered nothing but an anomaly and being called with a number. If it wasn’t for the other doctors behind the mirror glass window, he would be much more relaxed too - even when dealing with someone who could barely count as Safe, as far as they knew.
Did they send him in specifically because there would be no ripercussions if the other decided to hop off and return with, I don’t know, a giant spider? Maybe.
“About that, is it too hard to keep your voice with indoor volume? I couldn’t get my coffee just yet, so. You know. I think it’s just polite to keep it down.” a pause “And I’m not here to play good cop-bad cop with the other researches. I’m merely here to ask how, exactly, you managed to pop here.”
@intentosolenne:
[ :) ]
She couldn’t keep that thought for herself. Khelada smiles. Khelada jokes, laughs, answers with so much warmth in his voice -- and yet, those eyes of his are somewhere else.
Somewhere darker. Somewhere distant.
Frowning and tilting her head to the side, Sara waits for him to find the right words, before just... sighing.
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault if you’re not feeling well.”
This said, the princess takes a few seconds to look around, stopping on her tracks. They walked for enough time, for what she cared... and a nearby fallen log looked good enough to have a proper chat.
“Come here. Let’s rest for a while.”
@intentosolenne [WILSON] ♥’d for a starter
The sun rises again in the Constant, and the Grue retreats back in the Checkmate world. There’s a moment in which she growls, she holds her head, takes a deep breath before Maxwell’s Lights turned themselves on, tearing apart the eternal darkness surrounding the throne and it’s current ruler and releasing Charlie from the monster’s grip.
It’s much easier keeping control in there, during the day - especially since Wilson got pity on the former King. As much as she hated to see an innocent man in that state, the woman couldn’t help but also feel a little grateful. Wonder if she could ask him to try and turn on more lights around there, if he decided to actually try to control the islands.
“Good morning, Mr.Higgsbury!” she chirps, ignoring how awkward things are. She - or that despicable part of her who enjoyed hunting the survivors, anyway - didn’t kill anyone tonight, but considering she still maimed and murdered left and right in the past and will likely keep doing it in the future she couldn’t help but feel a little embarassed. “Have you slept well? ...or slept at all? Maxy kept saying that throne isn’t exactly comfortable enough...”
@intentosolenne:
sabin to kefka / 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. let sabin DESTROY THE CLOWN [ violent starters ]
He’s going to be honest. For once in his life, he is actually going to admit, at least to himself, that he may or may not have miscalculated a thing or two.
When he heard that someone was sneaking in the Tower -- one of those annoying Figaro kids no less, who unfortunately managed to survive the literal end of the world --, Kefka kind of... let it slide. He was too busy destroying and rearranging parts of the continent care about particularly buff ant. A pestilent and bothersome beetle. A damn moskito who kept buzzing all over the place intead of staying still and allow the many monsters of the place tear him to shreds and throw him away like the TRASH HE IS. An annoying, frustrating little parasite, more than all the sand around that waste of space good at nothing but being an aesthetical nightmare in the middle of that hot, coarse thing that gets EVERYWHERE that stupid king called his castle!
...point is, Kefka didn’t give a damn. At first. He sure did when he got attacked out of nowhere and a punch in his nose sent him a few meters away. A punch by that pesky LITTLE PIECE OF GARBAGE.
“...well.”
Kefka groans, lifting himself up after slamming his back against a rock.
“Well well well well.”
A hand goes to his nose and lips, noticing a trail of blood coming from it. Granted he would’ve noticed it without having to touch it, but he wanted to be sure he wasn’t simply imagining it. That pest actually made him bleed! ...for about two seconds. Of course it’s just a matter of snapping his fingers and, poof! Any hint of injury and blood is gone. In fact, it took him so little, a more merciful God would’ve probably considered it a silly little joke, an accident, something worth a little slap on the wrist.
“Well welly well well.
SOMEONE WANTS TO DIE TODAY!!!!!!!!”
...BUT, hah!!! Kefka has no mercy, patience and other overly nice goody-two-shoes crap! He kind of ran out of it a few years ago! So, Sabin, you need to thank General Leo for making him run out of any of that if you’re now lifted from the ground with a simple spell and thrown as fast as possible against the first particularly big rock we find!
@intentosolenne ► charley:
« how -- how fuckin' long have you been standin' there-?! »
“Long enough to hear a certain someone here has some taaaaaalent~
Golly, were ya always this good?? Or did’ya steal someone else’s voice for a prank?!”
@intentosolenne:
wander, scp verse ofc 👀 / « what's that pout, doctor? do you need a hug? 🥺 »
“Hm? Was I pouting?”
Ah, yes. SCP-999-W -- what happens when you test on the funny little guy one time too many. Luckily neither the Tickle Monster nor this little fella seemed to be much worried about their current situation, because the idea of losing one of the few good anomalies was far too concerning.
However, Bright’s bad mood didn’t come from 999, nor because of any other monster in the Site. In fact, it was all the 05′s fault.
Looks like he’s not allowed to recite Homestuck to the SCPs anymore. Yet another rule for poor ol’ Dr.Bright.
“Nothing important, little guy. I’ll get over it.” read: I’ll find a loophole, somehow.
