#opinion forge

[ghost-forge]

★ (These are so funny, although Anshin has never interacted with you ic, I am highly interested in what you have top say!. :P )

"Anshin? Hm… that the one with all the… what’s it called? Light red? Only know of her second hand. From what I’m to understand she’s like… 25% helpless baby bird, 50% irritated drake, and 25% shameless succubus. Which percent you get seems to be like a game of roulette. I’m not one for gambling, however. I’ve got better things to do than spend my time wondering which part of crazy I’ll be stuck with today. Like answering questions about people I don’t know, apparently." There is a long, looming, wordless stare. It feels like a threat…

[ghost-forge]

Star!

"Lubdbruhaha or however the hell you say it? People call her Lūb for short. That alone should tell you something. I’m not sure why anyone would willingly trust their cock to those teeth. It’s like getting head from a shark, for fuck’s sake. That aside, I’ve never met a more comfortably useless person. You know how they have those books with nothing but words and their meanings written beside them? Well they do, and I’m pretty sure her name shows up under Sloth. I can’t work with that. It’s like trying to sculpt with dry silt. No matter how much time you spend, you wind up right back where you started only your hands are dirtier for having tried.” There is a heavy audible sigh, white noise inside metal.

[ghost-forge]

★ sssssnake eyes

"Shido? Aside from his unfortunate-sounding name, I’ve actually heard good things about him. Not that I’m a reliable judge of what is good. He dresses like a trollop though. Anyone who dresses like that has got something to hide. I don’t care what you say. The man is a fucking walking distraction.”

[ghost-forge]

(Star, even though I've never even seen you in-game. These are just too funny to pass up)

"The guy’s got the facial hair of an over-ripe peach. Which I probably shouldn’t judge him for ‘cause it’s not his fault or some feely shit, but let’s be honest, I’ve no claim on the moral high ground. Never met him personally, but I’ve also never met a man with a spear who wasn’t a cunt. And for an over-ripe-peach-looking-motherfucker to have that many scars implies he’s probably not even a cunt whose good at using it. If you speak with him, tell him he shouldn’t parry with his face."

[ghost-forge]

(insert star here even though ghost forge and rinh have interacted like once)

"Who? No seriously, have I met this fuck? Oh… oh that cocksucker. Eh, no opinion about him really, despite having just called him a cocksucker. You’re pretty much all cocksuckers. His employer is a rather unfortunate choice. I don’t think he realizes just how near he was to meeting his maker those weeks ago when we crossed paths. I’ve killed countless men for lesser offenses than that. Luckily for him my tether is short and I don’t kill for personal reasons… anymore. When it comes to last rites, I wonder to whom he prays?"

[ghost-forge]

★!!!

"D’arca’s synonymous with ‘easy’ isn’t it? How this tiny man has a practical harem is beyond my realm of understanding. Thought I’d have the pleasure of mutilating him a time ago, but he’s since stepped into line and become minutely useful. Not that I want to see him broken so much as that the writhing pile of sobbing cunnies would be a sight to behold. Don’t you think so? All wet for him for a different reason. I think his inevitable slaughter will be damaging to Motes, however, so there have been a handful of subtle interventions that’ve kept him breathing. Attachments are… such a hassle." An expectant, empty stare suggest that if you aren’t yet laughing, doing so now would be best for your health.

[ghost-forge]

★!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Miss Bellanes? You mean Motes. The fuck you so formal about? Don’t worry about offending me, your presence has already done that. Anyway, before I get myself arrested for making you change color like a chameleon, there’s not much to say about Motes. She’s dumb as a rock and smart as a whip. You go ahead and try to figure that one out for yourself. At a loss? It basically goes like this: she knows when to speak and when to fight but not who to speak to and who to fight with. This lack of distinction causes her all sorts of turmoil she doesn’t need. Once she figures that out though… Learn what you needed to know? Good, time to pound it out of you.” There’s a searing pain behind your eyes, then everything is dark. Whoops.

[ghost-forge]

Star shape, star shape!

"Dhatura is half sniveling little shit and half arrogant twat. Strangely enough, it’s a somewhat agreeable combination. He has these profound moments of clarity. These little epiphanies, either self-realized or force-fed to him, seem to legitimately leave him a little better than when he’d started. Sometimes I want to see him excel and other times I want to break his creepy spider-appendages myself. The guy surrounds himself with useless people though, when I’m around him and his friends I find myself on the brink of a murderous rampage. Speaking of which…" At that the metal monster pivots on a heel and simply walks away.