{We worked for him until recently (being an evil sapient virus legion beyond mortal comprehension and all), until I got stuck here. And there probably is. You wouldn't believe the holes she's poked in the meantime.}
edited 21st Mar '12 7:58:45 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Drools a bit- {She is taunting Us, dangling all this life in front of us when my Son refuses to Consume.} -glares-
Jenova sounds so much like G La DOS in my head now.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistThat is what they said the last trillion times. We are Constant. We always endure, in some form. Besides, if I die, the puppet goes with Us. We are One. It's not something I planned (or enjoy, for that matter), We merely state the truth.
{While I drive, would you mind seeing if you can unseat the puppet's mind a bit? This back-and-forth struggle grows very tiring. Beside, you find it —what is the word? — fun. Yes.}
edited 21st Mar '12 8:20:20 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistTHINK YOU CAN HANDLE THE BRATTY TEENAGE PLANET BY YOURSELF?
-turns to look at Cloud in the backseat-
HEY THERE, SON!
-Meanwhile-
-the sword is sucked into his body and he promptly smashes his fist into the boy's teeth-
FIRE IS NOT A BODILY FLUID. I SHOULD KNOW. I AM A DOCTOR.
edited 21st Mar '12 8:22:40 PM by MacDuffy
I care not about your vessel. If he dies as well,so be it.
- The trees attack with their branches...-
Archetype-Earth is cold.
-Meanwhile-
You asked what part of her mind I am? I am LOVE!
edited 21st Mar '12 8:23:54 PM by DeathChariot

-Arturia's Mind-
RIGHT TO THE POINT, I LIKE THAT.
-rushes forward and Clotheslines the boy in the throat-
-Cloud's Mind-
THAT INTERN? HE DOES ALRIGHT WORK, I SUPPOSE.
....I SWEAR TO ME, IF THERE IS ONE TEAR IN MY DARLING REALITY...