—!!
(The shot impacts cleanly between his legs on the ground, blowing a large chunk of earth up. A half-instant too late, a large, round shield of hard light engulfs both him and Günther.)
...Jesus fucking Christ! You know, for someone seemingly so concerned for my Master, you sure as shit seem keen on letting loose with all kinds of firearms around him!
...?
(The faintest and drowsiest of stirrings. Lol, look Savannah, IT'S THAT WEIRD FAT KID, being held hard-light hostage by some douchebag shitlicker in gay silken pajamas.)
<Wh—... NO! No, Jesus, this is SERIOUS, Miyu! Just—just please come here, please, we're waiting!>
Wh-where the devil is she, Caster!? Miss Miyu...?
(...That voice, from the main room...)
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<I'm upstairs, I saw him in the hallway and then he—... L-look, just meet us downstairs, we HAVE to find him before he does anything!>
(...us??? This fuckin grub, he cannot into making sense.)
Ehehaha! Listen, since apparently none of you can take a man at his word or something! I will attempt at explaining this to you unbelieving lot when we're a little further out, alright? I am going to need some breathing room, for one.
(Keeeeeeps a walkin' like a douchebag A-list celeb trying to dodge the paparazzi.)
Zzz—... Zzzzz... mrrrgh...
edited 27th Jun '16 7:49:49 PM by MobileLeprechaun
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