#plasticandfirewings

[shiny-pot-soldier]

Battle

Opening: ”How… is this remotely fair?” *squints at the phoenix*

Victory: ”That went better than expected…” *pokes at the body* “Ya ‘ight there, birdy?”

Loss: ”Damn chicken… I only lost cause this wasn’t fair to begin with… … … Good fight though… …” *a little sour that he had to fight on ‘uneven’ terms*

[noxiousasceticism]

Do you remember me?

I don't even know who you are.

[shiny-pot-soldier]

sollysandvich replied to your post:

/ Pfft shame on you for forgetting ! /

// SHH it ain't my fault you sent me those lines. I kept on thinking it was 'gut you like a cornish gay hen' ):< 

plastic-and-fire-wings replied to your post:

((I will gut you like a Cornish Game Hen is what you’re lookin’ for))

// Ah that sounds much better than 'gay fish' or 'gay hen'. Thanks, dear v uv

[ofslugsandsmiles]

"o-oh my.. I-I think my Guardian brought some guest over... ah ahah~ h-hello you all~  :3"

[noxiousasceticism]

>>I have drafts done for 4 posts. If it's not yours, tell me and I will add your post to my drafts.

>>I also owe a new starter to my newest followers and spectresbane.

[noxiousasceticism]

(¬‿¬)

Gritting his teeth in growing aggravation, the man unclasps the few white buttons at the top of his jersey before pulling it over his head--hat still staying in tact as he manages to take it off. He folds the fabric haphazardly before dropping it onto the small pile at his feet. Arms cross over his chest as he taps a foot irritably, black under armor still present despite the lack of his jersey.

[noxiousasceticism]

plastic-and-fire-wings replied to your post: Oh. Big, pointy teeth… Large clawed hands… I know! Let’s let Japhet poke him with a stick! “I wonder if it will get angry if I poke it.”

“Hey. Don’t growl at me.” Japhet, as unwise as it is, swats the other’s snout and points at him unhappily. “I come back. And I will burn your ass if you make me come back.” He was serious. Mostly.

Pupils thin out and focus heavily on the Guardian as his snout is hit. A loud gurgle begins in the back of his throat, saliva bubbling like tar with the sound. He cares not for the threats spoken to him--if anything they spur him more. He snaps his jaws threateningly at Japhet, feet holding their stance apart and claws splayed out as if ready to attack. Should he make the same mistake twice, blood would be shed.

[noxiousasceticism]

Oh. Big, pointy teeth... Large clawed hands... I know! Let's let Japhet poke him with a stick! "I wonder if it will get angry if I poke it."

A menacing growl rumbles throughout the monster's torso, straightening itself to look more intimidating to the ex-Guardian. No poking unless you want some feathers missing.