...It is?
-Roland leaps back, sensing a trap-
-he wasn't fast enough - Circuit's blade strikes true, slashing his throat-
-he clutches at it with his free hand-
-with one last-ditch effort, he hurls Durandal at Circuit-
-and lets his arm fall to his side, grasping loosely at the hunting horn hanging there-
-h-hil...?-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIHeh... I think I still need to learn that a bit more.
Hmmm... Okay, we're–... We have his coffee on the tray and are going to his office to see him. It's for something important.
...Dra...? I... do not know this. Is a trick? What you are doing, snake?!
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Yeah. I... I don't know what to say. So I do that.
All it takes is a little practice. Mostly with the tone of your voice and your body language.
-He's impaled-
-Circuit falters-
-But he knows he doesn't have time to nurse his wounds-
-He can ignore them for now, while he's invoking his power-
-He strides forward and makes a wide, powerful swimg at the horn, trying to cut it in half-
-not only does he cut the horn in half - Roland's hand is sliced off at the wrist-
-no worries m8-
Hah... ha ha ha ha! Come! Witness... Troy!
-the illusion solidifies-
-the phantasmal buildings become real, the forest around them and the burning flame all vanish as Paris's inner world is imposed upon reality-
-the pillars are unbroken, the city is pristine and beautiful, the walled city of Troy stretches on, surrounding them for what seems like an eternity-
-yet, it is empty-
-as though abandoned-
-but there's no time to consider that - Assassin clutches in one hand a wicked red spear, smirking as though witnessing a personal joke-
Come. Come and see death.
edited 20th Aug '15 10:46:55 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Smiles, not that one can see in so little light-
Okay. What does he need us for?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Right, right... So, like, do you just keep tellin' yourself that you're okay?
(Although losing blood and disoriented, Gila finally gets his bearings enough to attack again.)
(Kyrie goes the full JoJo and rapidly swings all four of its mighty arms in a flurry of lightning-quick punches at Assassin.)
(Although inaudible, its cry echoes through the streets of Troy...)
OOLOOLOOLOOLOO
LOOLOOLOOLOOLOOLOOLOOLOOLOOLOOLOO!
Well, he... wanted to tell us that the science is going really well and we're making lots of money, so he got a big, giant chocolate cake!
edited 20th Aug '15 10:54:24 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019C-cake?
-Tightens her hug in excitement-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Oh wow. Gosh, I didn't think it'd be that easy. I thought there'd be some hypnotism involved, or somethin'.
(Happy nod.)
And it has, uh... cherries on it, the red sugary kind, and lots of frosting. And–and Mister Johnson had us bring extra coffees so we could all have some with our cake.
...Ehhh?
(She cocks her big ugly head... then wags her own tail experimentally.)
...This?
(Mayhap afterward, but he's in a reality marble r/n)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Okay. What will we do with our pretend friend Mr Johnson?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?