Our avatars are in a room together

... Not to judge your culture, for I do not know what is deemed acceptable there... but what in Christ's name are you doing...!? -points both of his guns-

-it is at this moment that this girl may notice that the Brooding individual's posture is more like a perch, like how one would sit atop a gargoyle-

-and that his voice is extremely low pitched and breathy... and he tends to trail off on his sentences a lot-

Mmm.

A wonderful person... she seems to have a good head on her shoulders- knows how to take care of herself.

"... I see. A simple answer... however, perhaps some things are best simple."

Now you're making me sound like some kind of monster.

-Oh god was that a laughing emoji-

edited 18th Nov '17 8:42:36 PM by Randomman5

I won't pretend to be any good at divination. I won't guess your Origin. But I presume it would have something to do with your racing mind. The one brought to the forefront by your form.

(the girl, cramming Lansie's lung down her throat before pulling out her heart and biting into it, just holds up one finger like she's saying "wait up, i'm busy")

Outside

'(@Ovi) (watches the duo leave) So what now?

"Probably. I don't care to find out."

"Yeah, she does. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"-Sigh- So what can you tell me about him? Any...particular weaknesses I can exploit? Emotional or otherwise?"

"Now I play the waiting game..."

Give me a good reason...

I'm a man of justice, and I don't intend on deathing... but give me a good reason not to shoot you...

-nods, before sitting down on a tree stump-

Mmm. So, are you both in the same unit...?

Seems odd if you were both here separately on the same mission.

Especially since I don't know of any others in your platoon or squad being here...

I'd think such a presence would be notable.

Outside

Great. You mind if I trained nearby?

(still eating, she just points that finger at him - and at least half a dozen of the muskets floating around her take aim where she's pointing)

…

(Smirks a bit. Warm-ish smirk, tho...)

Ahahaha. Perhaps I am. ;)

(His chair fuckin')

(Sprouts those robotic Doc Ock-esque appendages and starts clambering down the stairs as he grips the bannister with his actual flesh hand.)

"I'm debating. I know a thing or two, but..."

"It's us two on assignment. We're not really structured like that or anything."

Though, who said that's a bad thing?

"But...?"

edited 18th Nov '17 8:52:50 PM by Randomman5

Admittedly, that's a good point- of me being outgunned...

... -sighs, and lowers his guns slightly- I'm not okay with this...

But this fight isn't necessary, and I can't afford to risk dying here... My goals are too important to let one case of cannibalism throw it away...

How- odd.

Very odd, from what I know of military life...

But then, I was always hearing it second-hand.

(spits out a particularly tough bone, then looks up at him with a particularly sweet smile - though that's offset by the fact her face is covered in blood)

Don't worry. I won't kill you. Not today. This one will sate me for the immediate future.

"I can't help you if you're going after Kora."

"Different structuring. And that's about all I can say there. Regardless, we can handle ourselves."

"... Perhaps something for later, then."

That still doesn't answer why you need to eat people...

And why you presumably blew up my perfectly good pizza in the microwave...

-nods-

Got you...

Still. Quite a relaxing mission, so far?

You don't think so?

(Clambers off of the stairs and into the kitchen on those robo-tentacles like some sort of freak.)

"Go right ahead."

Not necessarily.

"And why's that? That one...whoof...she's sinned enough to practically fill up Hell on her own...y'know...if that's how any of that worked."

edited 18th Nov '17 9:01:55 PM by Randomman5

Don't complain! I'm pretty much done with this one, you can have the rest.

(OH-KAY VALERIAN there is a girl eating a corpse and talking to a man hiding a hole in the roof)

That's why I think my Master's literature club won't be a bad fit for you. An outlet for the ennui that comes with being an immortal Servant. Like how I have my forge, you have your authors... even if they aren't necessarily on your level.

I don't eat human flesh...

So I have a right to complain... And it still isn't answering the important questions...

"I don't know. You tell me. Come on, guess."

"It's been...fine. I've had a little excitement, but nothing I can't handle. I do like it out here, and Command is off my ass about how steadily they get reports in. Plus, I have all these woods to go take a walk in, whenever."

”Her power. Irrelevant in the long run.”

(Starts typing something (assuming typing is visible like on Discord or iOS text apps), but promptly halts.)

…

(Backs away from the kitchen, immediately seeking cover.)