Valerie: Yeah. Probably not.
My apologies, I didn't know.
-Six unclasps his Magnum's holster and keeps his hand near it, lightly punching Einar in the shoulder before heading to leave-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—Artorias holds himself against a wall. His breath is ragged, his body twitching. He can feel his soul being consumed by the Abyssal Corruption once again. The Father of the Abyss has his hand around his soul once again.—
@Himself: At least....I'm without my sword this time.
—A death scream of agonizing pain echoes from the confines of his helm as he becomes a mad beast, controlled only by the perverse urge to destroy all around him. Artorias, for the time, is gone.—
edited 11th Jan '17 2:24:53 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Six: ...
Whatever that is, it does not sound good.
-Moves out immediately, drawing his brand-new old Magnum
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edited 11th Jan '17 2:25:03 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: -to Einar- Apprently not.
-to Albert- Fuck that.
-Follows Albert, Magnum in his hands-
Valerie: You didn't-
oh right, fox ears. >.<
edited 11th Jan '17 2:32:52 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—The mad beast stands hunched over, it's left appendage limp and useless. Doesn't matter. It needs a weapon. Something to fight the dark with. Something to kill its prey with. It needs its weapon. Some distant, almost familiar part of itself tells it to head for a room. It does not know why, but it knows its weapon is there. When it has it's weapon, then it will get to kill all who it finds. The mad beast groans and begins to sway to and fro as it steps in the direction of its weapon. To find its sword.—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Six: -to Claire- Understood, falling in.
-Slows his pace a little bit so he's moving where Claire moves-
Valerie: Maybe.
-looks around-
edited 11th Jan '17 2:35:45 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Einar continues his slumber as he lies face down on the ground-