-Suiryu-
Hey, buddy....You seem like you've had enough for one night, don't you think? Don't want you passing out right after putting me on....
-Giegue-
I'm not so sure about that.
This place......It's filled with all sorts of dark, lingering emotions and memories. Hatred, violence, murder, debauchery......the dark energies around here are thick, and that attracts Horrors like nothing else.
-Giegue’s stoic face loosens, just a tad- ... Perhaps you’re right.
Those loose emotions people hold within them can hold frightening power. I had to die twice before I could learn how to deal with my own...
I can barely understand this world, even with my vast knowledge. How I’m still alive, or how I’m even here... it defies any textbook I’ve ever read.
Deer(Mac is cozied up on the couch in a little, impromptu nest of cloth, straw and the shredded remains of an annotated copy of Ulysses, eating uhh... gravel...? out of a nice little china dish while she writes yet another confusing thing down on her little notepad.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Ogles this wholesome programming curiously, pecking a couple other gravel bits out of the dish and just straight eating them.)
(then she notices she's sharing space with two other people, RIP)
...Ah, guidevenent'ye! Wiuldyecairefersimeo'thes?
(Points at the Literal Gravel.)
Et'sth'guidstuff, aye? Ahgitheredetmahsel'.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Ah, weell, ahhadsimemilletawhileagoo, an'aweecrecket. Yergezzardcannaewairkprooperlywi'ootabeto'—
(...sudden wide-eyed pause.)
...Eh—... Soorry, ye—... yesaidye—...
...ooh, plants, reet. Ehehahaha...! Soory, ahthoughtetwissummatelse, lass.
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Oct 25th 2018 at 8:58:10 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...eh—... oo... ye—...
(an... ENTITY...!)
...YeknooanAndroomeda?
(Pops another gravel into her beak, turning back to the now-roused Ake.)
...Oo, soory, Akkee, ahwisjistoofferenabeto'thesgret, efyewantedsime. Efyedoon't, that'salreet, ahallasjistfeelbadabootgettensimewi'ootlettenithersgetapecka— HWOOUGH—! Luikatthet, et'saweehurcheon!
(POINTS at the Cyndaquil, gawking at it and fawning over it simultaneously.)
Blissme, ah'vene'erseenahurcheonwi'sichcooloreetion... Helloo, laddie... whitareyedooenundertheere, aye...?
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Oct 25th 2018 at 9:09:08 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Well it's-...Whoop-!
-He is GRABBED-
Easy, now, don't scuff me!...