-hit with missiles, he just wafts the smoke away- See- I'm not even mad anymore. I'm just amused, and in disbelief.
Also- if you're referring to the woman I gave a knife to- she actually started the fight.
And if I was looking to kill her, I wouldn't of put the knife in her knee. So technically... it was self-defense.
She didn't even take a bargain of me not attacking you, or her. In exchange, it'd be counted as a favor, and I could keep my body.
Of course, I managed to check in that favor later with a nice voice who gave me demonic powers. So- y'know. What comes around, goes around.
{Just give me a moment, I'm setting something up.}
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-to Mindy- On the contrary- I came back because being dead is boring as hell.
-to Liman- Oh, I probably can be killed somehow. It's just demonic power that's keeping me up, right now.
Would've been nice if it extended to my flesh... and my clothes... And my knives.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-The front door is booted open, and Roger walks in, pulling in a massive hunk of whatever you call this kind of meat
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Oooi!
edited 20th May '15 5:25:52 PM by MacDuffy
-Meenah is leaning against a tree, thinking-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...Rider, maybe I could use your help after all.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaao.
-She shows off all of her teeth.-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI