Magical Girl Monster Quest
- Thread starter Walker
- Start date
- Original
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- Tags
- magical girl setting
- Location
- Right here
[X] Well. Very well. She's managed to attract the attention of every eye in the room, as is only fitting for your first and most magnificent creation.
All the better to deflect suspicion when clingy Love Interest-types moving in on the Progenitor start suffering "accidents."
All the better to deflect suspicion when clingy Love Interest-types moving in on the Progenitor start suffering "accidents."
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Interlude 5 - In time gone by
- Location
- [REDACTED]
On the new moon of the second lunar cycle of the year 3835 b.c., an item fell out of the sky. The small white orb began to slow as it impacted the atmosphere, eventually drifting to a silent stop roughly five thousand feet above a territory that would in later days be known as Mesopotamia. Silently, it hovered for an indeterminate amount of time. Then, abruptly, it plummeted to the earth, striking the dirt with enough force to send it spraying ten feet into the air. The wheat field in which it had landed was at this point effectively ruined.
When dawn came and the sun rose, a farmer with no particularly interesting features to recommend him walked into the field. Seeing the crater, he dropped his scythe and ran to it, dropping to his knees in horror. Then, gingerly, he walked into the crater, towards the small white orb sitting in the middle. Carefully, he picked it up and tucked it in a pouch to carry home and show to his family. Perhaps they could sell it to a magister of the great city, who were known to pay a great deal for such curiosities as rocks fallen from the sky.
Gloomily, he began trudging in the general direction of his hut, where he would have to tell his wife that their best wheat field had been destroyed by a falling rock and that they were going to have to eat a little less for a little while, until he could figure something out.
As he walked, he contemplated his immediate future. Likely, once he got home, his wife would scold him for being a useless drunkard and bemoan her parents' choice of groom. Perhaps his father would also join in on scolding him, being now too old to work in the fields and spending his time either drinking or sleeping. If he was particularly fortunate, perhaps his mother-in-law would have come to trade her weaving for some of their bread, and would deliver with her bread some choice words describing her opinion of both him and the poor taste of her late husband.
Gradually, he slowed to a stop. No, perhaps going directly home wasn't the best idea. He had quite a little while before he was expected back for the midday meal, and it was a market day. It wasn't impossible he'd find one of the wisemen, or at least someone affiliated with them. If he made some concrete progress towards selling the starstone, surely they would be pleased.
So resolved, he turned his steps towards the market. Inexplicably, however, he did not move. He tried again. Again, the same result. He did not so much as turn. Puzzled, he glanced downward – and saw with a horrified numbness that a strange white liquid was crawling up his form. He tried to brush it off, and it simply sprang onto his arm. He tried to scream, and it stuffed itself down his throat. He could not even feel horror, for a tendril surged up through the back of his neck and penetrated his brain, to ensure that the subject did not contaminate the sample with excessive emotion.
When her husband walked in the door that evening, tottering drunkenly and with a glassy look in his eyes, she was furious. Her utterly useless lout of a husband had no doubt spent the entire day drinking with his equally useless friends, and was only now returning in order to beg her forgiveness, that he might take some more of the coin she had so painstakingly earned, so that he could go drinking again. As if!
She turned towards him, smiling sweetly. "Dearest husband," she began icily.
Then he lunged towards her and fastened his mouth across her own, with an uncharacteristic rapaciousness. Flustered by his sudden forwardness, she flailed vainly against his chest, before simply surrendering to his sudden passion. Smiling despite herself at his sudden forwardness, she began to kiss him back, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Then his tongue suddenly sharpened and punched into the back of her neck, severing her spine, and she started screaming. She tried to struggle, to fight, to do anything, but found her limbs unresponsive. Wide-eyed, she lay helpless in his grip as strange white tendrils emerged from his face and limbs and burrowed into her body, and imbibed her with eagerness and alacrity.
The [entity] considered its newest acquisition. Bland and rather flavorless, all things considered. At least the previous one had had novelty to recommend it; this one lacked even that. It continued through the remainder of the domicile, collecting and cataloguing the remaining sentients. The dominant species, of which there were two more, one of each phenotype, was bland and flavorless. The submissive species were simply inedible. It emoted disappointment, and continued through the rest of the local habitat cluster, logging the accumulated data as it went.
As the cluster conflagrated around it, the [entity] continued integrating specimens, despite the tragic lack of variation within them. No specimen demonstrated any particularly notable capacities or flavors, and it emoted distaste and disapproval, as it moved towards the final two individuals of the cluster. One individual, nearer to the [entity], lifted a fragment of a domicile and motioned towards it in a hostile manner, while vocalizing. The [entity] was unimpressed. It had already accrued sufficient data to establish a reliable baseline, and was quite aware that the specimen was incapable of harming it. It flowed smoothly forward, intending to assimilate both in a single quick motion. Efficiently.
Then the nearer specimen, futilely, struck out, unable to even touch-
Contact.
Impossible. Unthinkable. Incomprehensible.
The [entity] froze.
Reassessed.
Then it pounced upon the aberrant specimen with an enthusiasm it had not evinced for any other individual yet.
It was not disappointed.
The specimen was poorly flavored, and lacked any hint of proper seasoning - yet it had flavor, unlike anything else the [entity] had ingested among the samples to this point. It savored every moment of the subject's consumption, luxuriating in it. It was like food to someone dying of starvation. Typically tasteless, perhaps, but rendered exquisite by circumstance.
Proverbially salivating, it turned to the other individual and leapt upon it with an entirely inappropriate degree of haste, seeking to recapture the momentary burst of flavor, of delicious impossible flavor.
It was disappointed.
It tasted nothing more than the usual blandness to which had expected to have to grow accustomed. Had it been capable of it, the [entity] would have wept.
Gloomily, it moved towards the next nearest cluster, already resigning itself to more tasteless abominations and inedible sub-species.
But perhaps, perhaps it might find one more sample with flavor. Just one sample; that was all it hoped, one more succulent subject to savor.
Six-year-old Jennifer Mountbatten sat bolt upright in bed, hands covering her lips, too afraid to scream for fear that she might not have a mouth with which to do so. Stifling a sob, she drew her knees to her chest, and pressed her face into her blanket. She would be punished for her indiscretion in the morning, she knew, but better a punishment than to dream again.
QM: Vote locked for Well.
When dawn came and the sun rose, a farmer with no particularly interesting features to recommend him walked into the field. Seeing the crater, he dropped his scythe and ran to it, dropping to his knees in horror. Then, gingerly, he walked into the crater, towards the small white orb sitting in the middle. Carefully, he picked it up and tucked it in a pouch to carry home and show to his family. Perhaps they could sell it to a magister of the great city, who were known to pay a great deal for such curiosities as rocks fallen from the sky.
Gloomily, he began trudging in the general direction of his hut, where he would have to tell his wife that their best wheat field had been destroyed by a falling rock and that they were going to have to eat a little less for a little while, until he could figure something out.
As he walked, he contemplated his immediate future. Likely, once he got home, his wife would scold him for being a useless drunkard and bemoan her parents' choice of groom. Perhaps his father would also join in on scolding him, being now too old to work in the fields and spending his time either drinking or sleeping. If he was particularly fortunate, perhaps his mother-in-law would have come to trade her weaving for some of their bread, and would deliver with her bread some choice words describing her opinion of both him and the poor taste of her late husband.
Gradually, he slowed to a stop. No, perhaps going directly home wasn't the best idea. He had quite a little while before he was expected back for the midday meal, and it was a market day. It wasn't impossible he'd find one of the wisemen, or at least someone affiliated with them. If he made some concrete progress towards selling the starstone, surely they would be pleased.
So resolved, he turned his steps towards the market. Inexplicably, however, he did not move. He tried again. Again, the same result. He did not so much as turn. Puzzled, he glanced downward – and saw with a horrified numbness that a strange white liquid was crawling up his form. He tried to brush it off, and it simply sprang onto his arm. He tried to scream, and it stuffed itself down his throat. He could not even feel horror, for a tendril surged up through the back of his neck and penetrated his brain, to ensure that the subject did not contaminate the sample with excessive emotion.
When her husband walked in the door that evening, tottering drunkenly and with a glassy look in his eyes, she was furious. Her utterly useless lout of a husband had no doubt spent the entire day drinking with his equally useless friends, and was only now returning in order to beg her forgiveness, that he might take some more of the coin she had so painstakingly earned, so that he could go drinking again. As if!
She turned towards him, smiling sweetly. "Dearest husband," she began icily.
Then he lunged towards her and fastened his mouth across her own, with an uncharacteristic rapaciousness. Flustered by his sudden forwardness, she flailed vainly against his chest, before simply surrendering to his sudden passion. Smiling despite herself at his sudden forwardness, she began to kiss him back, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Then his tongue suddenly sharpened and punched into the back of her neck, severing her spine, and she started screaming. She tried to struggle, to fight, to do anything, but found her limbs unresponsive. Wide-eyed, she lay helpless in his grip as strange white tendrils emerged from his face and limbs and burrowed into her body, and imbibed her with eagerness and alacrity.
The [entity] considered its newest acquisition. Bland and rather flavorless, all things considered. At least the previous one had had novelty to recommend it; this one lacked even that. It continued through the remainder of the domicile, collecting and cataloguing the remaining sentients. The dominant species, of which there were two more, one of each phenotype, was bland and flavorless. The submissive species were simply inedible. It emoted disappointment, and continued through the rest of the local habitat cluster, logging the accumulated data as it went.
As the cluster conflagrated around it, the [entity] continued integrating specimens, despite the tragic lack of variation within them. No specimen demonstrated any particularly notable capacities or flavors, and it emoted distaste and disapproval, as it moved towards the final two individuals of the cluster. One individual, nearer to the [entity], lifted a fragment of a domicile and motioned towards it in a hostile manner, while vocalizing. The [entity] was unimpressed. It had already accrued sufficient data to establish a reliable baseline, and was quite aware that the specimen was incapable of harming it. It flowed smoothly forward, intending to assimilate both in a single quick motion. Efficiently.
Then the nearer specimen, futilely, struck out, unable to even touch-
Contact.
Impossible. Unthinkable. Incomprehensible.
The [entity] froze.
Reassessed.
Then it pounced upon the aberrant specimen with an enthusiasm it had not evinced for any other individual yet.
It was not disappointed.
The specimen was poorly flavored, and lacked any hint of proper seasoning - yet it had flavor, unlike anything else the [entity] had ingested among the samples to this point. It savored every moment of the subject's consumption, luxuriating in it. It was like food to someone dying of starvation. Typically tasteless, perhaps, but rendered exquisite by circumstance.
Proverbially salivating, it turned to the other individual and leapt upon it with an entirely inappropriate degree of haste, seeking to recapture the momentary burst of flavor, of delicious impossible flavor.
It was disappointed.
It tasted nothing more than the usual blandness to which had expected to have to grow accustomed. Had it been capable of it, the [entity] would have wept.
Gloomily, it moved towards the next nearest cluster, already resigning itself to more tasteless abominations and inedible sub-species.
But perhaps, perhaps it might find one more sample with flavor. Just one sample; that was all it hoped, one more succulent subject to savor.
Six-year-old Jennifer Mountbatten sat bolt upright in bed, hands covering her lips, too afraid to scream for fear that she might not have a mouth with which to do so. Stifling a sob, she drew her knees to her chest, and pressed her face into her blanket. She would be punished for her indiscretion in the morning, she knew, but better a punishment than to dream again.
QM: Vote locked for Well.
Bête Noire
Abhorrent Anathema
- Location
- Dark Alley
Very reminiscent of Parasyte...Jeez
boo600
Ego sum egredietur tempestas.
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Hungry
Found out what Ranma 1/2 is.
If we throw water on the Wreckers (especially the "Crimson Man," as he knows who we are), do they turn into something easy to defeat?
Edit: Also, since Atalanta was a runner, Echidna was a monster, and we are defensive, shouldn't we invoke the only famous Greek Shield?
INVOCATION: AEGIS
If we throw water on the Wreckers (especially the "Crimson Man," as he knows who we are), do they turn into something easy to defeat?
Edit: Also, since Atalanta was a runner, Echidna was a monster, and we are defensive, shouldn't we invoke the only famous Greek Shield?
INVOCATION: AEGIS
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Half of them are worse in alt form
Most of their alternate forms are exactly as strong as they are even in the smaller forms. So you have a human martial artist with ki powers with the negligible target area and reduced mass of a piglet.
Also there's the guy with the Spring of Drowned Asura and the Spring of Drowned What The Fuck.
boo600
Ego sum egredietur tempestas.
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Hungry
I just noticed this, but if you go to Victor's character page and click his name, it plays Queen's "Princes of the Universe."
Is THAT Victor's leitmotif? Because that is awesome!
Edit: Also, what can we do to change Destiny at this point? I want Destiny 27! Up to 11 is NOT FABULOUS ENOUGH!
Is THAT Victor's leitmotif? Because that is awesome!
Edit: Also, what can we do to change Destiny at this point? I want Destiny 27! Up to 11 is NOT FABULOUS ENOUGH!
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boo600
Ego sum egredietur tempestas.
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Hungry
New idea:
That parasite creature... is that why Kaleido's brother is acting quiet, but socially adapted? Because it survived, and evolved to be less detected, since it might as well let the flavorless ones go for now...
That parasite creature... is that why Kaleido's brother is acting quiet, but socially adapted? Because it survived, and evolved to be less detected, since it might as well let the flavorless ones go for now...
030 - This ain't heaven
- Location
- [REDACTED]
[] Well. Very well. She's managed to attract the attention of every eye in the room, as is only fitting for your first and most magnificent creation.
As you watch with bated breath, your creation introduces herself at the front of the room.
"Hello, everybody!" she declares with excessive happiness. "My name is Locke! I am here on Master Crowne's orders, that I may better serve his interests in all things! I look forward to associating with and assisting those of you who are my Master's supporters and eliminating those of you who dare act in opposition to him! Please take care of me!"
She bows politely, and marches down the aisles to your seat. She pauses to bow again, politely, to Kaho, who sits next to you. Then she steps behind you, picks the student seated behind you up from his desk and places him in the seat behind Kaho, whose expression suggests either homicide or defenestration. She happily seats herself behind you, and placing her chin on her hands, gazes adoringly at you.
The rest of the class is silent, presumably appreciating the appropriate dedication to a master shown by your ever-faithful minion. Really, why couldn't you have more like her? It would only be fitting of your station. You gaze innocently at the envious face of your classmates, until Kaho reaches across and jabs you in the shoulder, with a whispered admonishment not to make a scene.
Really, it's like training all over again.
Lunch continues to demonstrate your classmates' indescribable fascination with your creation, as they surround her, temporarily ignoring you to focus instead on your masterpiece, as is only fitting for the craft of a king.
As they crowd around her and begin pestering her regarding such inanities as her personal preferences, hobbies, and relation to you, you move towards her, to ensure that she is not overwhelmed by their excessive interest and does not err in her behavior. Before you can reach her, however, your movement is arrested by Kaho, who grabs you by the collar and drags you out of the classroom.
With quick, short steps, she hoists you up and holds you against the wall with surprising gentleness.
"What the hell is that!?" She snarls, through gritted teeth.
"Kaho." You reply flatly. "Put me down."
She locks eyes with you momentarily, before abruptly placing you back down on your feet and taking a step back. Closing her eyes, she exhales once, sharply, before focusing all her attention on you.
"That was unbecoming of me; I apologize." She concedes, in a surprisingly formal tone. "Now explain."
"I'm not replacing you, don't worry." You assure her. "She is meant to serve a very different role in my future empire, so you need not concern yourself about your future position."
"Not what I meant, Victor." She retorts wryly. "She's not human, and don't try to tell me she is. She didn't react when I pulled out a piece if her hair, her hair is metal and sharp enough to cut through a pencil when pulled taut, and she looks at you like you're God, which you're not. I hope."
"Well, it's complicated," you hedge, "and I don't want to go into detail in a public setting, where we run the risk of eavesdroppers.
"How very wise," a sardonic voice notes, entering the scene from behind Kaho. "Perhaps even necessary, considering the amount of fuss you've managed to raise with her."
Yetzirah Coalescing. Yetzirah Active.
The individual in question is a relatively tall japanese boy, dressed in a school uniform with a tie that is black instead of in school colors. His scruffy black hair sits messily on his head, in a manner reminiscent of a very fuzzy octopus. His baby-blue eyes are unfocused and cloudy, a clear sign of a weak mind.
Beri'ah Coalescing
He irks you, on a very personal level. For all that you have just met him, you already dislike him. First, for interrupting a personal conversation. Second, for interrupting a meeting with one of your subordinates. Third, for failing to express proper respect to your august personage. And finally, you find him distasteful simply because it is your right.
Beri'ah Conflicting. Yetzirah Conflicting.
Behind him stands a small girl, shorter than you by almost a head. Scantily dressed in an outfit that you are fairly certain violates not only the school dress code but also at least a few public decency laws, her eyes very nearly glow, so deeply unnatural is their exotic blue. Her hair and eyes both match his, and her face bears a certain resemblance in the bone structure which almost seems to suggest some relation. Which means that someone, after seeing the results of the first child, was willing to produce another, knowing the risks.
"Who are you," you snap, "and by what right do you interrupt a private conversation?"
He tries for a disarming smile, and fails rather horrifically. Behind him, his assistant steps out to the side, and draws her hands from her pockets, focusing on you.
"No need for such hostility just yet, there'll be time for that later" he promises cheerfully. "My name is Belus Usumgallu, and I just wanted to ask you about that marvelous adjutant of yours. Locke, I think her name was? Tell me, how exactly did you get your hands on so beautifully formed a specimen? She must have a wondrous backstory."
You look at his airy, empty, smile, his perfect white teeth, and are filled with a sudden urge to punch him in the face.
"I think," you begin calmly, "that you do not merit any answers to the questions you have had the temerity to ask. Moreover, I think that if you continue to interfere in affairs that are frankly, beyond your ken, and to aspire to knowledge that is utterly beyond you, I am going to hurt you."
His grin only broadens at that. "Oh, really? Is that so? Then let me ask you this - what does it say about your rule, tyrant, that your first and final retort to every inquiry is violence? Perhaps I ought to meet like with like, and employ violence myself?"
And now he's being needlessly cryptic, and he hasn't listened to your warning. And he's gone and threatened you. Really, that's just unacceptable.
Well, you are a man of your word...
REX REGUM System Activating
[] Hit him
-[] In the face? Or maybe you should be a little creative?
[] Don't hit him. (justification required; write-in)
-[] Why not?
-[] What do you do/say instead?
[]Kaho interrupts.
-[] Politely.
-[] Emphatically.
QM: I have discovered Warframe. This is in no way shape or form related to my current level of productivity. Really.
As you watch with bated breath, your creation introduces herself at the front of the room.
"Hello, everybody!" she declares with excessive happiness. "My name is Locke! I am here on Master Crowne's orders, that I may better serve his interests in all things! I look forward to associating with and assisting those of you who are my Master's supporters and eliminating those of you who dare act in opposition to him! Please take care of me!"
She bows politely, and marches down the aisles to your seat. She pauses to bow again, politely, to Kaho, who sits next to you. Then she steps behind you, picks the student seated behind you up from his desk and places him in the seat behind Kaho, whose expression suggests either homicide or defenestration. She happily seats herself behind you, and placing her chin on her hands, gazes adoringly at you.
The rest of the class is silent, presumably appreciating the appropriate dedication to a master shown by your ever-faithful minion. Really, why couldn't you have more like her? It would only be fitting of your station. You gaze innocently at the envious face of your classmates, until Kaho reaches across and jabs you in the shoulder, with a whispered admonishment not to make a scene.
Really, it's like training all over again.
Lunch continues to demonstrate your classmates' indescribable fascination with your creation, as they surround her, temporarily ignoring you to focus instead on your masterpiece, as is only fitting for the craft of a king.
As they crowd around her and begin pestering her regarding such inanities as her personal preferences, hobbies, and relation to you, you move towards her, to ensure that she is not overwhelmed by their excessive interest and does not err in her behavior. Before you can reach her, however, your movement is arrested by Kaho, who grabs you by the collar and drags you out of the classroom.
With quick, short steps, she hoists you up and holds you against the wall with surprising gentleness.
"What the hell is that!?" She snarls, through gritted teeth.
"Kaho." You reply flatly. "Put me down."
She locks eyes with you momentarily, before abruptly placing you back down on your feet and taking a step back. Closing her eyes, she exhales once, sharply, before focusing all her attention on you.
"That was unbecoming of me; I apologize." She concedes, in a surprisingly formal tone. "Now explain."
"I'm not replacing you, don't worry." You assure her. "She is meant to serve a very different role in my future empire, so you need not concern yourself about your future position."
"Not what I meant, Victor." She retorts wryly. "She's not human, and don't try to tell me she is. She didn't react when I pulled out a piece if her hair, her hair is metal and sharp enough to cut through a pencil when pulled taut, and she looks at you like you're God, which you're not. I hope."
"Well, it's complicated," you hedge, "and I don't want to go into detail in a public setting, where we run the risk of eavesdroppers.
Yetzirah Coalescing. Yetzirah Active.
The individual in question is a relatively tall japanese boy, dressed in a school uniform with a tie that is black instead of in school colors. His scruffy black hair sits messily on his head, in a manner reminiscent of a very fuzzy octopus. His baby-blue eyes are unfocused and cloudy, a clear sign of a weak mind.
Beri'ah Coalescing
He irks you, on a very personal level. For all that you have just met him, you already dislike him. First, for interrupting a personal conversation. Second, for interrupting a meeting with one of your subordinates. Third, for failing to express proper respect to your august personage. And finally, you find him distasteful simply because it is your right.
Beri'ah Conflicting. Yetzirah Conflicting.
Behind him stands a small girl, shorter than you by almost a head. Scantily dressed in an outfit that you are fairly certain violates not only the school dress code but also at least a few public decency laws, her eyes very nearly glow, so deeply unnatural is their exotic blue. Her hair and eyes both match his, and her face bears a certain resemblance in the bone structure which almost seems to suggest some relation. Which means that someone, after seeing the results of the first child, was willing to produce another, knowing the risks.
He tries for a disarming smile, and fails rather horrifically. Behind him, his assistant steps out to the side, and draws her hands from her pockets, focusing on you.
"No need for such hostility just yet, there'll be time for that later" he promises cheerfully. "My name is Belus Usumgallu, and I just wanted to ask you about that marvelous adjutant of yours. Locke, I think her name was? Tell me, how exactly did you get your hands on so beautifully formed a specimen? She must have a wondrous backstory."
You look at his airy, empty, smile, his perfect white teeth, and are filled with a sudden urge to punch him in the face.
"I think," you begin calmly, "that you do not merit any answers to the questions you have had the temerity to ask. Moreover, I think that if you continue to interfere in affairs that are frankly, beyond your ken, and to aspire to knowledge that is utterly beyond you, I am going to hurt you."
His grin only broadens at that. "Oh, really? Is that so? Then let me ask you this - what does it say about your rule, tyrant, that your first and final retort to every inquiry is violence? Perhaps I ought to meet like with like, and employ violence myself?"
And now he's being needlessly cryptic, and he hasn't listened to your warning. And he's gone and threatened you. Really, that's just unacceptable.
Well, you are a man of your word...
REX REGUM System Activating
[] Hit him
-[] In the face? Or maybe you should be a little creative?
[] Don't hit him. (justification required; write-in)
-[] Why not?
-[] What do you do/say instead?
[]Kaho interrupts.
-[] Politely.
-[] Emphatically.
QM: I have discovered Warframe. This is in no way shape or form related to my current level of productivity. Really.
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LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
Yoooo! go join the SV clan if you haven't yet. I'll run some missions with you if if we're ever on at the same time.
- Location
- florida
[X] first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
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- Location
- Edmonton Alberta Canada
[X] Hit him
-[X] But first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] Then sucker punch him.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
This is much better then what I previously had.
-[X] But first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] Then sucker punch him.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
This is much better then what I previously had.
- Location
- florida
Not harm specifically. But this is just a creepy and sleazy thing to say. Also, it might be a bit of an overreaction, but that's understandable coming from Victor.
- Location
- florida
Good catch. I still want to tell him why he sucks though.
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
-[X] Emphatically.
He's counting on us to
boo600
Ego sum egredietur tempestas.
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Hungry
[X] first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
[X] first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
[X] first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] first laugh. Laugh at his fake stupid expression, laugh at his dull lifeless creation.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.
-[X] I understand your feeling envious, who wouldn't be? Locke is quite wonderful. Even the commoners can see that.
-[X] But if you ever insinuate that you intend to harm her again I will drop you in a river with a concrete necklace.
-[X]Kaho interrupts.
-[X] Emphatically.