B-but you, in your goodness and— and kindness, have— have surpassed even this, y-yes...!
(shoulder-pat! Appreciates that Gracia doesn't make him horribly nervous despite being this close... kind of like auntie... hhhh RIP auntie...)
(Lune.) ...O-oh, but— uhhhm... This— this is just common decency, respect... e-everyone should be treated as a human being... E-except for gods, such as myself, but— but the treatment for gods is not far off, n-no, just a— just a mite more veneration, n-not much at all, really...
(Trude, WHEEZE-COUGH nervous sweat...) ...O-oh yes, uhhhm—... f-fine, fully, though— though the concern is appreciated, y-yes... You are— you are freed of your large orthodontic device...!
(he REMEMBERS...!)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-just grins- Vell you're outnumbered, and zhis is still a pretty good stalemate from vhere I'm standing.
I'll let you run avay, if only because I don't actually care about you. I've already paid back zhe slap you gave Ovi.
Oh, and in case you forgot- you did just give me zhe phantom diamonds, vhich if I recall... do cancel out your powers!
And I've got enough to stall you from having an advantage.
So, Infinite. Please get the fuck out of here.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia looks up at Panos, eyes starting to glisten-
-Validation from the Almighty-
-She starts sobbing happily against his chest-
Er... for nothing. I'll help you, just. Maybe inside there?
-She points over towards the room, in the distance-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-sighs deeply-
-before immediately going down towards Ovi on the ground- Are you okay? I chased him off.
-patting her on the back a little, gently- ... I also kicked him in zhe dick for you.
-the Trades meanwhile approach the two, standing up on guard duty- #703: Perimeter secured. New enemy target confirmed, Boss. We'll keep him on the register.
Hush, not now Trades... Seven Zero Three, right?
Yes, Boss.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post... Oh.
-Looks at it, squinting-
What manner of place is this? Some manner of crude vegitation? Or be it... a dwelling? How alien, for the land has provided all the bounty and material needed, no cause for crude stone and brute force.
-Frowns, look down at Maeva-
... I may require a certain... assisstance in... acquainting myself with the customs of this planet, for my own exposure to this place is minimal and I.... should fear to violate the.... social, erm... norms, yes, the social norms, which are assuredly.... inviolable!
Edited by eldritchseer on Aug 18th 2018 at 8:06:54 AM
You're not, Ovi. You're smart, intelligent... you're way beyond your age in zhat regard.
But zhese things, zhey happen. Sometimes people are just a couple steps ahead of you, and zhat's because zhey've been playing the game longer zhan you have.
I kinda knew Infinite vas an asshole, just by how he vas acting.
I antagonised him to test him. See how far he'd go.
... Ist better zhat you learned now zhat he vas pulling zhis shit, zhan later vhen you feel secure about a victory.
But- you're not stupid for being manipulated. For all you knew, you vere doing everyzhing right.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-gives her a small hug- You know, Ovi? Zhere's a thing about being zhe villain.
Or vell- mad scientist supervillain.
You learn quickly zhat... zhere is no honour among thieves.
I realised zhat a long time ago. Early in my career as a pro.
I vas admonished for- killing about 50 people in a crowd, because I didn't know zhat zhey vouldn't count towards my points in a match.
But... Monday Night Combat kills more people daily zhan I have ever done. From zhe lab experiments zhat break out of their labs, or zhe rampaging robots... zhey all end up in zhe slum districts.
Zhere's a goddamn population lottery for crying out loud. Zhey kill people because zhere's too many of zhem to handle.
Vhen I realised zhe hypocrisy, zhat vas really vhy I realised I vas right about vanting to take over zhe vorld. Not for zhe original criminal mastermind reason of greed, but because somezhing had to change.
But you know, I can't give up who I am. Or my identity. I'll alvays be a mad scientist.
I just learned zhat maybe... I shouldn't be a supervillain. Because zhat kind of lifestyle is all- dog eat dog.
If a fellow villain can, zhey vill stab you in zhe back to get ahead.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...e-eheh...! W-well, uhhhm... That— that is merely my state of being, and— and your appreciation is—... uhhm... appreciated...!
(blush a lil'... but OH GOODNESS GRACIA CRI...?!)
.......alors... i-it is okay...! y-you may just let it, uhhhm... a-all out, via crying, which— which is good catharsis...
(pat pat pat, hug... comfort... shit how'd auntie do this, you been cryin on her tiny shoulder well into your late teens...)
...Y-yes, I— I love her, she is a very good friend and— and disciple...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I said zhat I decided not to be a villain, didn't I? -she just smiles warmly-
Ist an act I play on the field ya, but ist not who I am completely.
I turned vhat vas once genuine, into my stage persona.
I'll say I'm a villain. But zhat doesn't mean I am one.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI love you toohoohoohaaaaa....!!
-Back to sobbing-
I will help the best I can. This way.
-She turns and leads the way-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ovi, ya. I can.
You forget zhat part of being a pro, is zhe acting.
Monday Night Combat isn't just going out onto a field and shooting stuff. You have to be an entertainer.
Zhat's vhy every pro has some sort of personality quirk, or some kind of gimmick. Sometimes ist just zhem overplaying zhemselves.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Autonoe follows Maeva, closely-
Yes... I require your tutelage. For the... culture, yes, that, of my land is quite foreign to this place and therefore I should hate to make a fool of myself before these... people.
-Speaks that final word with quiet hesitation, speaking it slowly, as if turning it around and tasting it in her mouth-
You vill need to take care of him, zhough. He's become a rival.
... I vould definitely say zhough: You'd get a lot more help from others if you dropped being a villain for real.
Just to speak your language here- do you think flies prefer sugar, or vinegar?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"Wha-?!"
-WHAM-
-Infinite stumbles back, clutching at the...struck area-
-And growls at 9-