The heavens will judge me, not man...
-he pulls out a hand grenade, before pulling the pin using the edge of his knife-
-he doesn't throw it, keeping it primed- As soon as I let go of this- this is live. I suggest you step back, Michael.
Liman- no. No. You- you didn't have to do this. Couldn't you have trusted me?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...Don't be an idiot, Raut.
I thought that someone like you would want to stay alive. (Puts down the rifle and instead draws the gun he had since his first encounter with Raut.)
..Is your revenge really justifiable enough to take your own life if it failed?
edited 26th Mar '17 2:48:50 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."-he planted his knife into the ground, chuckling bitterly- Michael, Michael... I'm already dead.
Because- I- like him- shouldn't be alive.
But here I am. What difference is a grenade going to do to me? Everything will happen just the same as it always has... a miraculous cavalcade of miss-steps and maybe sometimes things go exactly to plan but they don't.
-he grabs his gasmask by the rebreather, and pulls it off of his head revealing his... oh god-
-it's all red-
-no hair is visible, but all his muscles are... it's as if he was skinned completely-
See... I would've been invisible, just like my ancestor there. But I failed- and became a freak. But then- I was always a bastard too, hah-hah!
Liman- shh... stay with me.
-he looks over at Raut- ... That's where I saw your name. The records of my descendants... my grandson's bastard line. That led to you.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Michael is briefly taken aback, as well as slightly disgusted by Raut's revealed appearance upon hearing this)
...Agnika Kaieru, you can't be serious.
You're telling me that you're related to this... monster, Griffin?
edited 26th Mar '17 2:55:58 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

-Ori heads to the roof to clear her head, bumping into sarcastic blue-hair friend-
-Eires she looks like she was crying earlier, though it's pretty faint now-
-Anya doesn't seem to notice...and now the tendril is burning-
"Administering countermeasures."
edited 26th Mar '17 2:37:00 PM by Randomman5