Dec 8, 2013
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He speaks so softly that you might miss it, but it's very, very important that you don't - because missing it just could mean your death.
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"Go. Away."
He speaks so softly that you might miss it, but it's very, very important that you don't - because missing it just could mean your death.
"Your dragon ate my god." Yes, she's a little late when it comes to digesting some news. "It had been a wedding gift."
Thoughtful fingers skim over the end of a crowbar and Jeremiah picks it up. Hefts it in his palm. He's never been one for violence but the thought of embedding one end in the skull of another person is becoming strangely pleasing and he has to wonder if he's going insane. The kit writhes restlessly under his shirt, and self-consciously, he smoothes it down.
"...You have to wonder what kinda guy just drops his crowbar on the street," he offers after a moment, tossing the tool to the pavement like he had never held any interest in it. "Think someone got mugged?"
"Does that hurt?"
"I tend to feel pain just as much the next guy in a human body does. So, yes."
{+} thedragondecides
Jane was high atop the roof of her apartment building, gazing at the stars, when she heard what sounded very much like a great flapping of ... "Wings?" The wind hadn't picked up too much, so she'd figured that whatever she was hearing wasn't just her ears playing tricks.
A bank of clouds rolling through had obscured the view of the city beneath, save for the occasional street corner and street lamp. "I really need get to sleep," she chuckled.