-She just settles for holding Audrey, protectively-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?My full name's pretty long. Just call me Yuri...
-remarkably, she is not sloshing her words, despite having a drunken stagger about her-
-she drinks some more from the jug- Have you seen... have you seen... a fucker... that uses blood psychic shit... lately?
-that damn shawl's still obscuring her face and features-
I think that puts my point across.
Ches- really?
... I do have an anger problem.
-sighs, before she tries to mentally attack the stand user, to knock him unconscious from the inside-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postUh... Ches- I no longer can see his mind. I think you killed him.
... Good riddance?
The legal grounds... and the slope...
... I mean- if he was to survive, he'd just hate us more.
I'm just tryin' to see... if he's still alive... 'Cause... I can't see shit about this place... back home.
So I wanted to come here in person...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She turns Audrey around and presses her against herself, to shield her from the sight-
It's okay... it's okay...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh, good, good, good... what kind of condition?
And does he have a wife yet- 'cause I'm betting on him finding someone at some point, and I wanted to know if I can collect that bet yet.
But also the other bets. Mostly him being alive.
... -sighs- Well, time to dispose of his body.
He was a dick...
But I guess we didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
Hope we could've avoided it though.
-Ches finally notices, the Audrey, Aki and Gracia in the room- ... He did try to kill us first.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postDamn- can't collect that bet...
He hasn't lost an arm, has he? 'Cause I know Marjjin was betting he'd lose an arm at some point.
-points a finger at her semi-dramatically but mostly melodramatically- Tell me everryyythiiing you knooowwww!
I did kill him.
I accept this. But he was going to kill us.
And unfortunately- I have a bit of an anger problem, and I over-acted.
... And- keeping him alive... probably wasn't going to end well. He had this- power of some kind. The more damage and the more he hated someone- the more powerful it became.
At least- that's what I gathered- I wasn't able to pick up the little thing he used to attack after a bit.
Just attack it.
... And he was an antagonistic asshole. No-one will miss him.
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... I've got a better idea.
I still can't legally kill a man.
Neither can Kitt.
But- what I can do is make you pay for saying you'll rip off her tits. Because I like those staying where they are, thank you very much.
Ches! Now is not the time!
Point is- I'll also pay you back for saying you'd bite my balls off. By shooting yours off.
-he aims, and fires the gun at The Nutsack-
Heeehhh? Who's calling me a sir? -it's a feminine voice-
-still obscured by the shawl-
edited 15th Oct '16 4:59:57 PM by RegularDefender
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