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thecapitol2015-03-07 06:10 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-07 06:10 pm
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I’m the reason you’re guilty, I’m the other man’s arms
Who| Initiate + Signless & Psiioniic
What| A clown has enough and forces some reconciliation. This can't possibly go wrong.
Where| Psii's room.
When| Just after Initiate's Daywalker self is killed in arena.
WARNINGS| Language.
He didn't rush in immediately. He took the time to mull it over. Really. But ultimately, it all led to the same damn thing.
There little trio of misfortunate needed fucking sorting. He wasn't going to play ash, it didn't even call for ash. But they did need something, and it was something no paps by his hand were going to bring. Perhaps that in itself was indicative of the way this situation was and was meant at to motherfucking go.
He's already heavy with dread regarding the Psiioniic. All this would be is a new breed of it. Just maybe one he could fucking learn to deal with betterlike. But first, those two had to be dealing by their own.
And so, he grabs Signless, saying, "YOU'RE COMING AT WITH ME." And no more than that. He'd drag Signless if he had to. He'd pick the little brick of a troll up and carry him if it required. They were doing this. He was making this shit motherfucking happen.
Right up to the Psiioniic's door he goes, and miracles that, the doors open a bit already. Perfect. He throws the Signless in, shuts the door behind, and leans up against it.
"I'm done. I'M MOTHERFUCKING DONE WITH THIS, YOU GETTING ME?" He calls through the door. "You two are sorting this. YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TALK ON. And I ain't moving until something's getting met." Now he's the bad guy. As it should be.
What| A clown has enough and forces some reconciliation. This can't possibly go wrong.
Where| Psii's room.
When| Just after Initiate's Daywalker self is killed in arena.
WARNINGS| Language.
He didn't rush in immediately. He took the time to mull it over. Really. But ultimately, it all led to the same damn thing.
There little trio of misfortunate needed fucking sorting. He wasn't going to play ash, it didn't even call for ash. But they did need something, and it was something no paps by his hand were going to bring. Perhaps that in itself was indicative of the way this situation was and was meant at to motherfucking go.
He's already heavy with dread regarding the Psiioniic. All this would be is a new breed of it. Just maybe one he could fucking learn to deal with betterlike. But first, those two had to be dealing by their own.
And so, he grabs Signless, saying, "YOU'RE COMING AT WITH ME." And no more than that. He'd drag Signless if he had to. He'd pick the little brick of a troll up and carry him if it required. They were doing this. He was making this shit motherfucking happen.
Right up to the Psiioniic's door he goes, and miracles that, the doors open a bit already. Perfect. He throws the Signless in, shuts the door behind, and leans up against it.
"I'm done. I'M MOTHERFUCKING DONE WITH THIS, YOU GETTING ME?" He calls through the door. "You two are sorting this. YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TALK ON. And I ain't moving until something's getting met." Now he's the bad guy. As it should be.