- Location
- Ireland
[X] Forewarned is Fore Armed(mastered?)
--He fucked up, yes. But you know as fact that he didn't mean to. He truly will do anything in his capacity to atone for what he's done. You get the feeling you need all the help you could get.
Stunt-Looking down into the repentant mans eyes you took a deep breath, releasing it seemed to allow something more than air to boil from your lungs, fantastic tendrils describing a crown that was all at once, not there, and more real than paltry reality.
"My Father died because you cared about the camera angles. He lived because Panacea did her job."
Leaning closer, bent almost double to stare truly eye to eye now, you turned to draw his vision across the gang members and victims in the waiting area of the hospital. And when Taylor spoke again it carried the tone of kings, the pronouncement of obvious truths.
"You have tried to be a PR idol, who also tries to help. This is the result. Two racial supremist gangs can destroy the city at any time. Repay me by being the hero you told me you were when I was a child. Gain your fame and my forgiveness by crushing the things killing my home, It's Danny Heberts lifes goal, you nearly killed him, take up his banner while he can't hold it"
[X] I will take that under advisement
--Hang on to Brandish's business card, but don't commit to hiring her yet.
[X] Hugs for the Healbot
--Ask to properly thank Panacea. She saved Dad's life. You...Hell. You'd be an orphan if it wasn't for her.
- Tell the quiet seeming girl that whatever powers you have, if something falls within them, she can have it. no exceptions, you have a debt, don't be the kind of person who forgets them.
--He fucked up, yes. But you know as fact that he didn't mean to. He truly will do anything in his capacity to atone for what he's done. You get the feeling you need all the help you could get.
Stunt-Looking down into the repentant mans eyes you took a deep breath, releasing it seemed to allow something more than air to boil from your lungs, fantastic tendrils describing a crown that was all at once, not there, and more real than paltry reality.
"My Father died because you cared about the camera angles. He lived because Panacea did her job."
Leaning closer, bent almost double to stare truly eye to eye now, you turned to draw his vision across the gang members and victims in the waiting area of the hospital. And when Taylor spoke again it carried the tone of kings, the pronouncement of obvious truths.
"You have tried to be a PR idol, who also tries to help. This is the result. Two racial supremist gangs can destroy the city at any time. Repay me by being the hero you told me you were when I was a child. Gain your fame and my forgiveness by crushing the things killing my home, It's Danny Heberts lifes goal, you nearly killed him, take up his banner while he can't hold it"
[X] I will take that under advisement
--Hang on to Brandish's business card, but don't commit to hiring her yet.
[X] Hugs for the Healbot
--Ask to properly thank Panacea. She saved Dad's life. You...Hell. You'd be an orphan if it wasn't for her.
- Tell the quiet seeming girl that whatever powers you have, if something falls within them, she can have it. no exceptions, you have a debt, don't be the kind of person who forgets them.
