Thread:Skyebreeze/@comment-24852191-20161207203518/@comment-24852191-20161230070509


 * My voice takes a sudden dark tone. I settle into my chair and cross my right leg over my left leg. I settl my hands clasped on top of my right thigh.

Me: I can only imagine what you want to do, Jasper. You probably want to kill me for ruining your little plan. To avenge that scar that now streaks your face from my .45. Of course, than there is the certain desire you wish to fulfill.


 * I grab my "Kilishnikov" off the table, slowly, and put it in my holster on the front left of my waist. I return my hands to their original position.

Me: The desire to prove to your uncle here that you can be as much of a power of darkness and slayer as him. To prove to him that, and to also prove that you are not the mulling pathetic emulator most of the guardians know you to be.


 * I grin a crooked grin as I whistle.

Me: Must be miserable realizing you can never truly be the darkness of eternity as long as your uncle, Orick the Slayer, sits here on his Throne of Eternal Darkness.