Jan 28, 2020
❝The courting rituals here are very...strange.❞ Even specialised assassin elves didn’t fight in order to woo each other! Lucky for Ethari.
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❝The courting rituals here are very...strange.❞ Even specialised assassin elves didn’t fight in order to woo each other! Lucky for Ethari.
It had been a long, long, long time since Steve had ever actively wanted someone dead, and even longer since he ever thought about really being a vigilante again and even loooonger since he ever wanted to kill anyone.
He thought life was just all hunky dory. People were getting along. It had been a while since Nightmare Knight had done anything fucky and Steve was starting to forget that guy even existed. He’d bought christmas presents for people too! He met Asriel so that was the start of his new little life chapter. Be a good big brother rolemodel for a young kid with some messed up stuff going on, you know?
It was over some coffee. Some coffee, of all things. Dragged, fussing and bitching behind a gas station and then literally beaten to death over some fucking. Coffee. Sure he was an asshole. He was not the world’s most likeable person. He was not the best rolemodel. If he wanted to be a really good rolemodel, he could spin this into a lesson about how mean people exist and it’s better to be the better guy or whatever. But no.
This was too far.
“Handsome Jack, huh?” He mutters to himself, running the edge of his knife through his fingers to make sure it was nice and clean. Tucking it in his belt away from prying eyes, he casually spins the cylinder of the large caliber revolver he had bought. Sure he had that fancy Gunner star that spat lightning and that awesome Shielder star that could give him a cool set of armor, but there was no good substitue for the smell of gunpowder after fan-firing a .44 Magnum into someone’s chest. It had been a real. Long. Time. Since Steve had even bothered to get the gun and the knife out of his wardrobe. But this was unacceptable on every level Steve had. His pet python squirms uncomfortably in its cage, sensing the abnormal amount of malice and hate in Steve.
“We’ll see who’s handsome after this.”
‘ just imagine if you will though, that if i didn’t have that sort of authoritarian dictatorship of rulers, i wouldn’t of fused with my wife and gotten married 5,800 years later. so let it sink in. ’
“Do not put your own needs above the wants or needs of others you do not know about. Do I want to defeat Dio and return home? Yes. Would I sacrifice everyone else here to do so? Absolutely not. I don’t care how powerful you are. This old man has tricks up his sleeve.”
He lights a cigar.
"Sometimes certain people have to die."
Darkness was something he could handle. The blast of noise and wind from the damn hole in the middle of the city was enough to need to grab on to the nearest thing to keep from sliding backwards.
How dare something be louder than him?! And, christ, all these people running around looking for their friends, hollering names and making more of a fucking chaos than there needed to be.
“EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Ah yes, his favourite subject that absolutely hasn’t been flogged to death at this point by the denizens of this island.
╬ ;; “... so that... that was for nothing?” doru’s just gonna crawl up the side of the apartment complex and curl up in his room. he nearly ate someone. he’s not doing well.