-She chuckled, leaning on the tabletop-
I can't help it that you've got a good taste to you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You think I'm addicted to you?
-Grinning-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh the taste of your lips,
I'm on a ride...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Ah screw you, she never stopped being good!
-Grinning wide-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Eires paused, mid-fried cheese slice, and shrugged, continuing to chew the piece.
"Well, I never said she was bad."
They scraped the last little bits off of the plate into the compost and cleaned up.
"If you weren't going to go traipsing around the woods terrifying whoever might be out there, I've got a free evening."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Oh, Idunno, maybe I want to go out into the fog...?
-Teasingly shrugging-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... You might.
-Fanged grin, pushing up from the table-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Chester Aggripson sits on the roof, staring towards the skies-
-sighing for a moment, speaking to himself beneath his breath- It feels like a delay... inconsequential.
Passing a baton to someone else, rather than deal with it myself... But I've done it, I suppose.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(Michael trudges onto the roof, with a pretty big railgun rifle in his hand, and a rather massive rectangular metal box on his back. It would appear that he's doing his regular surveillance check.)
Okay, time to test out this thing...
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."(He sets the box down and punches in a few commands that would open the box up, revealing a relatively advanced transmitter antenna and a radar screen.)
(To Chester, looking at him while it opens) Hmm? Yeah, just making sure we're not caught unawares. It helps that we have an eye-in-the-sky. (After he points up to the sky while explaining, he calls someone on his phone.)
Iok, you'll be glad to know that the Heimdall Module has been placed.
(There's a few seconds of static before a voice can be heard from the phone)
Excellent, Tapferin! Now that we'll be ready to react to any threat that endangers this place! I, Lord Kujan of the Seven Stars, proclaim this to you!
Right... Sure.
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."That's because Pygma was able to kill things with a touch.
Anything that lives. Dies.
It's almost a natural law. And if lifelessness was considered the norm, to something that enforces normality, and prevents miracles...
Well- say goodbye to the miracle of life.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt's more the law that concerns Pygma on a subconscious. It didn't develop a purpose for itself. It was aimless, and wandering. I found the dust of lives that had encountered Pygma... it definitely started to consider everything else as pointless as its' own existence.
... I might have had a part in that outlook. I told Pygma the truth- that it was an imitation. An imitation of beings like myself.
Pygma was never told what to do by its' creator.
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The best food is free food.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?