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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.This Journal Will Be Regularly Updated
Last Update: 6-29-12This is what I do in my free time.
These kinds of things just come to me naturally.
*: It won't be, once the fool realizes the error of his ways.
*: I don't know [him/her] Should I?
*: Don't give him that.
**: Why not?
*: Because if you do, he'll take it in hand and flaunt it as though you had never even given it to him.
*: Right, which is why my body mass is made up of far much more than yours.
**: *he quivers* Ehh...
*: Get moving.
**: *he gawks*
*: Of course, if you feel that all of this is far too much for you to handle... *as he then rose from his seated position to approach his subbordinate* ...I am always in consideration (of "eating you," basically. The "give your life and flesh for mine" logic, sopken exquisitely).
Nigel: Can you find out where they took her?
Sheryl: I'm trying.
(Note: Do not use the RP "behavior suggestions" in the finished story)
*: And I suppose you intend to make this known to him without a single shred of concrete evidence to support your claim? *mild annoyance*
**: Why not? He isn't as bright a lamp and sharp a knife as his standing let alone countenance may have you think. I wouldn't put it past him to consider what I have to contribute to the matter without even thinking to ascertain the nature of the more complex details surrounding the whole. What say you? If nothing else it should prove to be quite the scandalous defeat. *confidence*
*: Hmph. We will see how far your games play themselves out to completion, if at all. *mild distrust*
*: Indeed we will. *prideful confidence*
{Chanda and Nigel - as a child - in a tightly enclosed space}
Chanda: *after talking about something important, she addresses Nigel* WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Nigel: I had to pee... *childish embarrassment*
(Chanda resolves to speak to two human males in a calm way that turns into an aggressive situation once she is thouroughly disgusted/provoked)
Chanda: You really don't hear anything outside of what it is you're after, do you?
Human male #1: [snide remark concerning Chanda goes here]
[narration conveying the situational encounter between Chanda and these two depraved human men. Then, she addresses the second human male]
Chanda: You...
Human Male #2: Yeah?
[intense narration conveying that after she had addressed the man who responded to her, Chanda had seized the man who DIDN'T respond to her, grabbing him and pressing his body down upon the ground violently; [Human Male #1] is pinned down as she then spoke to [Human Male #2], saying--]
Chanda: Breathe.
[narration conveying that Chanda continued to press [Human Male #1] down (with a single hand) while sexually taunting [Human Male #2], telling him lewd things while he was still fearful of how she is nearly killing his comrade. Her wiles "turn him on," but he is also terrified. Must witfully convey the tension of the moment in nice, prose form. >:)]
(after an in-depth explanation about why the sliths pray for the rains. I strongly think I want this to involve Monitor...)
*: So if you can imagine...they practice this out of fear that Mother Salvation might choose to withold from them the very rain for their crops.
**: Well, I still don't see why that would be necessary...
*: Perhaps not. But what then is there to be understood during a drought? Is that not a time when Her faithful thirst the most? Far be it from Her to abandon them, leaving their produce to desolation, and their children to parched throats.
{Overcast Skies}
[Greeting point]
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Monitor: Greetings, Akira. How goes the day?
Akira: I'm still breathin.
Monitor: Haha, that is good to hear.
Akira: But yeah, the weather could be better.
Monitor: You never did like the rains much.
Akira: I just wish the sun would come out already...
Monitor: It will come when it does, all in due time.
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Monitor: They don't concern themselves with Her, because they firmly believe that their strict ways of life will ultimately bring about their "just" salvation regardless.
[narration conveying Akira's dumbfoundedness, and Monitor's apparent relief, just before...]
Akira: ...? Whoa whoa whoa, hold up. SLOW DOWN.
Monitor: Excuse me?
Akira: Since when did the Enigmatics ever become "strict?"
Monitor: "Strict?" I'm sorry, but I don't understand your question.
Akira: I can understand that these folks would wanna keep everything cool between them and Heaven n' all, but are you tryin'a tell me that they actually try to go about this stuff in a GOOD way?
Monitor: Well, even though it is widely believed that..."He..." is the source of all evil - the devil incarnate - they trully do mean well in what they do. They understand the nature of their religion, and who it affects. I don't exactly understand what you mean by "good." On the other hand, it has been proven time and again that living in their lifestyles is truly a thing of beauty. Our peace thrives under the blessed order of our god. It is a matter of a whole other form of love, and one that flourishes amongst all of my people. Without His love, I don't know what we would do...
Akira: ...Are you shittin' me?
Monitor: Please! Watch what you say!
Akira: You ain't expectin' me to BELIEVE this, are you?
[Author's Note: This could serve as a reference point that alludes to Akira's "Salvationist" differences from Nigel's "Enigmatic" beliefs, since they were seperately grew up under these two religions...]
Nicholas: You won't have to worry. The world is built on the backs of people like me anyway.
Viper: Who is this lout? And pray tell where he gets his sense of taste from!
[convey the nature of the haughty laughter and demeaning ridicule, and the demeanor of the person ridiculed]
Viper: *to Linda* If you've no more business with me, you may take your leave.
Linda: ...Treat him--
Viper: --As an equal?
Linda: No...? Yes! I mean, that's not what I was going to--
Viper: You trouble yourself needlessly. And besides, there is really no point in expressing your distrust in me concerning the boy's welfare.
Linda: How did you--
Viper: One should think that I wouldn't conduct my behavior in a most unjust manner with someone who shares just as much inhumanity as I. Of course my opinions can do nothing to quell the fire that is the reproach born of your most particular racial malady.
Linda: You...you hypocrite!!!
Viper: "With the same measure that ye judge others," Lindsay. I would think that your people's most unoriginal excuse for a god wouldn't intervene much in such a trivial matter. Then again, it is that very small mindset of His that fuels the incessant ignorance in most of humanity's actions! *he chuckles*
Linda: I will not TOLERATE this blasphemy!!!
Viper: You will if you intend to retain the level of income you earn here, let alone that very same income that funds your foster daughter's schooling. We wouldn't want poor Sheryl to go through life without much of an educational background, now would we?
[narration conveying the nature of the tension between Linda and Viper]
Viper: Be on your way. [Viper witfully demeans Linda in essentially calling her a "bitch" by referencing "female dogs." I want this part to create an "Aw HELL NAW!" moment.^^]
- Viper: (?) And do spare a coin or two for the offering plate in my abscence, would you?
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Viper: *to Akira* Please, have a seat.
[narration conveying Akira's behavior at being in such a nice room]
Viper: I understand that you have been having some rather unorthodox hallucinations as of recent. Tell me, how do they make you feel?
[narration conveying how Nigel's behavior changes for the worse during a opportuned moment in this battle]
Sheryl: *to Nigel* What are you doing?!
[narration conveying how Nigel had hampered the efforts of the four of them all (Akira too), and how it pisses Katherine off]
Katherine: *to Nigel* If you're not gonna help me do this then get the FUCK outta my way!
Nigel: [dialogue conveying him questioning his crucial role in the situation in unacceptance]
Katherine: OH for...
[narration conveying compensating acts done to keep the tide of battle in the goodguys' favor]
[concerning a heavy weapon with little monetary value]
Sheryl: What about this one?
Nigel: I've seen one of these before. A good friend in a fight if you can use it properly.
Slade: Maybe, but we CAN'T. Plus, we don't even need it.
Katherine: Why not?
Slade: Have you noticed how much people sell these things for? They're pretty sturdy, I'll give you that. But since the metal's worth is nowhere close to how much of a pain in the ass the weapons are to carry around, they come pretty cheap.
Katherine: So?
Slade: So there's no point in lugging one of these around with us if it's just gonna slow us down.
Akira: Too much for you to carry? Haha.
Slade: No dumbass. What I'm saying is that in the time it would take to get used to wielding one of these, we could just forget it and take the guy's boots instead. I've seen nephar's work their asses off trying to amass a bunch of these kinds of weapons...
Nigel: And that, they have.
Slade: Then when they bring all the ore - or spoils - back to civilization, they slam it all down on the ground and expect the vendors to pay them a hefty sum for a whole bunch of stuff you can get from a local smith.
Nigel: They bring in the same thing over and over again, and the demand for it all plummets.
Slade: Right, which makes the value of these things pretty much crap.
Akira: So all that weight, but none of the worth...
Slade: Exactly.
[scene involving Nigel's act of approaching Enigma (or Nirvana or Paradox)]
[convey the nature of Nigel's awe and the long-held silence as he is led along, and how the figure guiding him notices his behavior]
*: You are wise.
Nigel: ?
*: It is...uncommon. Who has taught you this reverence?
Nigel: ...
*: You may speak.
Nigel: I...I don't think...that this is the right time to...to be talking.
*: Your presence of mind is...admirable.
Nigel: I just don't want to--
*: There is a time for every action; every choice. One to refrain, but another to make known the nature of ones reasoning.
Nigel: ...
*: You know your place well.
Nigel: Can He...hear me talking?
*: Of course.
Nigel: !
*: And He finds your behavior patterns to be quite amusing.
[convey the nature of Nigel's growing anxiety, and the OVERBEARING hesitation that follows]
*: This is very interesting, haha.
Nigel: What...what do you mean?
*: In one moment you follow my lead with the boldness that confidence brings, yet now you are paralyzed in terror?
Nigel: I...
*: You're making Him wait...
Nigel: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
*: Don't worry. He is very patient.
Nigel: He is?
*: Why not? After all, He has all the time in the world...
Nigel: "Why not?" That...
*: Hmm?
Nigel: Those words don't make sense.
*: Should they? Necessarily?
Nigel: You're saying He's patient, but when I ask you if that's correct you say "why not?" That doesn't even make sense.
*: You lack imagination...
Nigel: Either He's patient or He's not.
*: ...But you don't lack boldness, I see.
Nigel: You're confusing.
*: You clearly believe that a personality trait is absolute.
Nigel: Why wouldn't I?
*: Why SHOULD you?
Nigel: ...?
*: You are forgetting one very basic thing...
Nigel: And just what the heck is that thing supposed to be?
*: Whimsey.
Nigel: Whim...what?
*: But in your case, preference.
Nigel: Preference for what?
*: Preference over your fate.
Nigel: My...fate?
*: Are you so very dense that you can't comprehend anything outside of your own expectations?
Nigel: Why should I?
*: You're a funny one.
Nigel: You've lost me.
*: I'll have you know that The Enigma is indeed patient, and to an extent that neither you nor I have the capacity to fathom...
Nigel: I gather that much already.
*: You assume that He embodies patience? Do you suppose that He is incapable of expressing any other nature?
Nigel: What I assume is that for Him to have patience at all, it has to be a kind that surpasses my capacity for understanding.
*: Apparently, it does. But in that, you are ignorant.
Nigel: I don't understand you.
*: Wrong.
Nigel: What?
*: You are so very full of yourself that you do not even spend much time in CONSIDERATION.
Nigel: Consideration of what???
*: That you are but a worm.
Nigel: ...Excuse me?
*: I've misjudged you...
Nigel: Well pray tell how, O wise one...
*: You are not wise. You are a fool of fools.
Nigel: So you brought me all this way just to insult my intelligence and babble about a whole bunch of riddles that don't even make sense? Yeah, I guess I AM a fool...for following you in the first place. Where to next? And make sure you map it out for me on a piece of parchment, 'cause I just might forget everything you tell me if you DIDN'T spell it all out for me! Oh woe is me! Whatever shall I do without you? Ha ha...
*: IMBECILE!!!
"Lucia - Katherine's Nemesis"
New Context[a confrontational conversation about Nigel]
Lucia: Every other minute I see you two together, you got him tailing behind you like a weak ass little mommified sissy bitch. Then later on, whenever somebody treats him like just that, you get riled up and go on the defensive for him. And somehow you reason with yourself that everybody's coming down on you two when we're only looking at it for what it is? Don't blame me for why people call you stupid as hell, since you're only embarrassing yourself.
Katherine: Gimme one good reason why you feel like it's necessary to even drag this out like you're doing, let alone why you can't stay the hell out of MY business in the first place...
Lucia: This shit is so wild. Why do you even keep DOING this to yourself? If it was me, and he was MY man, I woulda let his ass go when I found out his momma's got him stuck at home CLEANING her nasty ass every other evening, ha ha. What do you even SEE in a guy like that? Do yourself a favor and ditch him already.
Katherine: What do you care?! If you don't like us THAT much, why don't YOU do US a favor and stop acting like you give so much of a damn about our lives?!
Lucia: I don't. I've got better things to waste my time on. But still, it's pretty damn interesting to know that you've been fucking this loser since before you even knew what sex IS.
Katherine: What the... Who the FUCK told you that?!
Lucia: Take my advice, honey. If you wanna salvage what little of a reputation you have LEFT, save yourself the humiliation, and let his ass GO. You'd be better off watching him dig his own grave.
[narration conveying the tension of the moment, and Katherine's body language]
Old ContextSheryl: *to Katherine* Don't do it Kat...
Katherine: *as she tensely approaches the girl pissing her off* First off, I'm fucking *strikes the girl as she spits out her next word* SICK of your bullshit, AND...!!!
Sheryl: *gasp* No!!!
[narration of the violence and overall tension in the air]
Lucia: So after all that nonsense, you STILL justify why you just CAN'T leave him? You worthless whore...
Katherine: WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FUCKING FACE, BITCH?!?!
[Chanda has given Nigel a command. She wants him to slay an angel (physical type) so that they can eat its flesh for their supper for the night. Terrified at Chanda's unwillingness to protect him from this massive creature, he eases himself into the task at a very, very slow rate, approaching the creature with a multitude of mixed feelings. With fear, awe, terror, wonderment, and even a misplaced sense of reverence in his small, troubled heart, he approaches the angel [UNFINISHED]
[concerning Chanda's perspective concerning her son Nigel]
*: Take everything she says to him with a grain of salt.
**: Huh?
*: I don't exactly think it's fair to say that she's a "bad mother," but you shouldn't make so much of how she treats him.
**: But...
*: I know it gets unnerving. And I know it looks really akward.
***: You really can't fault her much.
**: You're not making sense.
*: Yes he/she is.
**: How?
Nicholas: She treats him as what he is to her...
**: Well duh! I figured as much!
***: Have you?
**: Eh?
Nicholas: She doesn't make much of him because he isn't much to her.
**: What's that supposed to mean?
*: You talk too much.
**: ...
Nicholas: You don't understand because you don't take the time to consider just what it is that you are looking at whenever you watch them.
***: He isn't much to her because he's a whole lot smaller than her. [Note: Refer to the words used in Raiden's ninja-ish MGS4 advice to write this part out better] The depth with which she moves is far superior to that of his. Somewhere in her mind, she probably realizes this, but doesn't take it into much consideration. It seems as though she never even takes a moment to consider where he is standing while she is busy felling angel after angel by way of her bare hands alone.
Nicholas: And to make matters worse, the crazy little shit'll be so busy dodging her movements that he doesn't even watch where the hell he's aiming once he's got an arrow nocked. It leads up to some pretty ridiculous contentions between the both of them, where 90 percent of the time she just brushes him aside so that she can finish off the remaining opposition without having to watch him every damn second.
*: Reminiscing about that last roundabout endeavor you had babysitting him?
Nicholas: Shut up.
**: So what are you trying to say?
***: ...She can't feel him near her, though she protects him with her all. No matter how much he develops in his life as a growing nephilim man, it will never make her see him as much more than a mere child clinging to her for dear life.
**: Which means...?
Nicholas: Which means that he's a scrawny little runt who's not worth paying much attention to.
*: How would YOU feel if your mother was a nephar?
**: ...I wouldn't even know how to react.
***: Exactly.
*: [confirmational dialogue (from someone) for what Akira has said]
Akira: Yeah. Give 'em one and he'll take 'em all.
Savory: But you don't ever get to touch my [insert belonging]
*: Uh, I just said that?
Savory: I wasn't making an observation. I was making a statement.
*: What kind of 'statement?' Ha ha...
Savory: The kind that lets you know that I'll erase your entire being if you touch my stuff without asking a second time. ALSO, the kind that warns you about that kinda thing! *she giggles*
Punk: It's almost...weird. They're very kind people. They're always being generous to each other, and they do it to me too.
Akira: Do what?
Punk: Well, they're always helping me with things. It seems like almost every time I gotta do something hard, someone comes along and helps me do it. Sometimes they even GET ME THINGS! Sometimes I need something, and before I even think to go and get it, someone comes outta nowhere and gets it FOR me!
Punk: Don't go in there!
Akira: Why?
Punk: 'Cause if you do, they'll start to FOLLOW you.
Akira: What?
[narration describing the suspiciousness of the bystanders]
Akira: Why would they start following us?
Punk: I just TOLD you that they would!
Akira: Then tell me why!
Punk: I don't know!
Akira: Then why did you even tell me?!
Punk: Look, I don't know what's going on!
Monitor: The time needed to (dialogue is unfinished)
Viper: However, since there is no feasible method by which to extract the more prominent of his memories, we cannot be certain if whether or not he had known of this prior to his developmental deterioration. He has only just begun to express the more ego-centric qualities of this most grueling phase of his metamorphisis. But we are certain that it is only a matter of time until he is ready to aportion to each of the children one most suited to their cause. These days, such men and women are as numerous as the stars are bright, wouldn't you agree?
Monitor: I can see it in your eyes that you are afraid. But worry not. If it is indeed the will of the Matriarch to grant unto her followers the blood of all those deemed worthy to participate in the ritual, consuming the flesh of what remains of them will only result in our benefit. In the end, she will have truly ushered in the era of Paradise for us all.
{To Include}
A narrative detailing the rapturous nature of Monitor's realization that Nirvana has descended upon him. He exhales helplessly, even though he hadn't taken in a deep or even mild inhale of breath, and saliva seems to pour freely from his mouth while his feces begins to exit his body effortlessly. He is utterly awe-stricken. But even in this state he remains wholly submissive, thinking himself to be nothing more than flesh to be eaten, and particularly by Nirvana. Everything he had secretly toiled for all his life; everyone he murdered; everyone who's minds, bodies, and souls were twisted and conveniently sacrificed had all come back into his memory. The torturous wails and unbridled screams of people of all shapes and sizes - some of whom he had the opportunity to pleasure himself with (necrophilia) - had all come back to haunt him.
Nirvana: *to Viper* Leave us.
Viper: Y-Your Grace~
Nirvana: You never were one to obey~
Nirvana then begins to advance upon Viper in a way that terrifies him so much that he falls over onto his side trying to escape her. But she grabs hold of him before he can even think.
{Intense Gore Scene}
[Nirvana slowly but surely devours Viper...appendage by appendage. As she holds his whole body by his waist in a single hand, he flails madly, trying with all his soul to push her face away from him. He ends up inadvertedly shoving one of his hands into her mouth, where she then chews it off and swallows it without second thought. Then she takes a brief moment to slip the fingers of his other hand into her mouth and chew them off one by one before she sucks the whole arm in and chews it off at the shoulderbone. She then arbitrarily tears off one of his legs, sucking the blood out of it and swallowing it.
Nirvana: If ever there were a soul in all the world well-suited to nourish the hatred in his soul...
Nirvana then proceeds to bring Viper's head to her muzzle, repeatedly licking her rasping tongue over it. Viper screams and cries in agony, just before she cups her muzzle around his face and proceeds to suckle upon it modestly. Monitor is paralyzed with terror at the horrific display of sheer dominance, watching, never taking his eyes off of the bloodsoaked muzzle that tortures Viper to no end.
For a moment only seconds in duration, Nirvana slurps Viper's screaming head into her then closed maw, falling down on all fours before Monitor, her snout only inches away from his. He can smell the blood that dripping out of her jaws. Her eyes then seem to take on a particular kind of innocence, widening as she stares into his soul, Viper's body dangling from her mouth. Monitor's eyes wide open as can be, he watches as she slowly takes Viper's body into her mouth by the suction of her lungs alone, crushing his bones within her jaws, his screaming having faded almost instantly like a dog's pitiful last whimpher. Her eyes fall half-closed. Monitor's tears begin to flow even more, as he reaches up towards her face, caressing her bloodsoaked jawbones with both of his hands, pushing his neck against her nose, uttering his whining in a quaking release. Nirvana continues to chew, her motions much slower now.
Monitor loses his sanity...
He walks closer to Nirvana's left side, trailing his quaking hands along the brilliant white fur of her body, touching her wherever his hands would land. She seemed to give no thought to this advance, continuing to chew. In a frenzied panic and driven by lust, he ducked beneath her forelimbs and made his way to her belly. Upon feeling his hand land softly upon her womb she brought a paw to him, splaying it out over his body. She clutched him to herself, much to his pleasant suprise. And then did she roll over onto her back. He could not believe where he found himself lying. He quickly made his way to her furred vulva and plunged the entire length of his right arm into her, crying aloud when it enclosed upon his arm with a force strong enough to nearly obliterate his mind's capability to function.
Nirvana then speaks in a monsterously sonorous tone of voice that sounds alnost male in origin.
[input from Nirvana goes here]
Ryan: I...don't think that is a proper method of judgement. You need a little something more-
*: Like what?
[after a few confusing occurances]
Akira: *out loud* I'm gonna make this reeeal simple, so all of y'all can understand me. Who...THE fuck...is in CHARGE here?!
[in observation of Nigel]
Punk: Wait, look!
[narration detailing the sight of Nigel walking out of his home and sitting at the front end of it after having helped his mother bathe]
Slade: ...He got comfortable~
Shila: Ugh, I knew it! Zhat iz what he has been doing!
Katherine: I am never...going to touch his hands again.
Alema: Well, if I just so happen to find out that I can't harness the raw energies, I'll just kill you. Problem solved.
(female): Hmph. I assume you're here on direct orders then.
Akira: No, and as a matter of fact, I don't even EAT that shit.
Linda: Watch your tongue!!!
Akira: Lady, you are NOT my mom.
Akira: Whoa whoa whoa, hold up. You mean to tell me that this guy had, like...
Katherine: Don't say it. *she snickers*
Akira: ~This guy was gettin'...the BEST booty on the fucking street, but he was STILL a faggot???
Katherine: *laughs hard*
Sheryl: Akira? Shut-UP.
Akira: Wha???
Nigel: It's not like you've ever met the guy personally.
Akira: So?!?!
Sheryl: SO you don't have the right to just go mouthin' off like you DO know him personally.
Katherine: *she snickers, a few laughs escaping her mouth as she tries to hide it*
Akira: Yes I DO! Shit, now I know ENOUGH.
Nigel: No you don't.
Akira: Dude, shut up.
Alma: He's already dead. What're you gonna gain from essentially pissing on his grave like you are?
Akira: What? You're on HIS side???
Slade: ...The man was a RICH BITCH. Fucker coulda got some ass from all the prostitutes under the sun, AND some poor fool from outta who-cares-where. And you know it, so stop playin' us dumb, like you could give a fuck otherwise.
Katherine: *to Slade* So you roll like that too? *she smiles widely, gawking at him*
Slade: NO, I don't.
Akira: Coulda fooled me.
Alma: Akira, there will never be a fool dumb enough who COULDN'T fool you...
Ryan: Or, as the vulgar saying goes, "suck him off?"
Akira: WHADDA-you-KNOW?!?!
Ryan: A few things, but none too embarrassing.
Akira: Like...?
Ryan: What needs doing will eventually be done. If not, then pity the soul who never experiences its bliss.
Akira: Right, right. Care to put that out to me a little more clearly?
Ryan: Well, I could. But...eh...
Katherine: ...It would make him hard.
Akira: KAT!!!
Katherine: Boy, you need to stop actin' like none of us standing here got a single friggin' clue about what you are into!
Akira: Like what? *his tone defensively low*
Slade: 'Kira, you are a total fucking fag.
Akira: WHAT DO~ YO~ *he stops speaking*
Alma: AW~...
Ryan: From one lady's bosom to the next, your eyes always seem to wander yet remain transfixed all in a moment's passing.
Katherine: ...And then RIGHT back down to his own shit...
Nigel: Really? I never notice it.
Shila: That iz because you are always staying at home with your mother whenever she requires your...assistance...
Nigel: ...Excuse me?
Punk: Dude do not PLAY like you don't even know what the fuck she is talkin' about...
Nigel: Like what?
Punk: But hey man, I feel you, 'cause if it was ME, I'd~
Sheryl: ~Never leave home.
Punk: HEY!
Shila: She iz telling ze truth.
Punk: ...?! Naw...
Alma: You don't even have the wits it takes to seem like nobody knows what you're REALLY up to, and yet...
Katherine: ...He plays dumb.
Sheryl: Just like Akira.
Punk: Not you too!!!
Nigel: Before we even get to few days when everybody starts running their mouths about how there's a really bad shortage of food going around, she's already awake before the sun rises, and out slaying our next meal. She been training her mind and spirit almost every day; at least, that's what it seems likw when I wake up early enough to go and watch her practicing some-odd distance from the city gates. It takes one hell of a lot of focus and stamina to keep up with some of the angels we encounter, and well, let's just say that it's a really, REALLY dirty job.
Ryan: And then some.
Punk: So what the fuck are you tryin'a say man?
Alma: Ugh...
Punk: Huh?
Nigel: Too much to listen to? Okay then, lemme be a little more BLUNT.
Akira: Uh oh. Here it comes... *he smiles widely*
Nigel: If I ever catch your PUNK ASS walkin' around stalkin' my mother again, I will PERSONALLY meet you at you own home one day, and give you an ASS-WHOOPING that would make even The Father of Death shudder.
Punk: ...Say WHAT?!?!
Shila: You stoopid, stoopid cat...
Punk: Huh???
Shila: Can you not understand a simple rebuke?!
Slade: More like a big-ass bitchslap to the face, ha ha.
Nigel: If you can't understand that, then words are lost on you.
[A hypocritical moment]
Akira: So wait... You're saying that you went over to [insert group name] just because she did something sexy in front of you???
Nigel: *he lowers his head slowly...*
[short narration conveying Akira's striking of Nigel's face]
Akira: You fucking LOSER!!!
Man: *about Nigel* What about him?
Chanda: He is a child, and little else. His safety would be all but assured. Compromise is not an option.
[narration]
Nigel: Wait! What about me?!
Chanda: I go to pay our adversary a visit. If at all you value your sanity, you will remain where you stand.
"Heaven Take Me" - a Ryan story
[a brief moment passes, and Ryan addresses someone else in reference to The Blessed Angel of Renewal]
Ryan: Do not give her reason...
[narration conveying Ryan's approach towards the angel, and his selfless, but painful gesture of reverent surrender to her]
Ryan: I would've thought...to present...something else to you...
Renewal: What are you~!
Ryan: ...but there isn't much...in our world that would be...more befitting...for a god...
[narration conveying Renewal's slight irritation]
Renewal: So then I should be lead to believe that you would give us~
Ryan: ~More...
[narration conveying Ryan's continual self-injury, and Renewal's shock]
Ryan: Maybe... Maybe this isn't quite enough...
Renewal: Wh-... Why do you~!
Ryan: To an extent, I've always believed...that my people...were always...the most palpable of them all. *he whimphers slightly* Surely there's no...dishonor...to be judged of this, is there?
Renewal: So on a fool's errand you would carry on this pitiful display of overly dramatized~
Ryan: Your beauty is immeasureable...
Renewal: Pick yourself up and cease this nonsense.
Ryan: Even though we die......; Even when we cry......; ever do you remain here...with us... Ever does your strength remain...
[narration conveying how Renewal is taken aback, watching as Ryan continually sheds his own blood]
Ryan: Perhaps...I should reconsider now...
Renewal: STOP!
[narration conveying Ryan's sorrow as he kneels before her]
Ryan: Such a mess I've become. I must lack some vital...appearance...of a sort. So messy an offering. And...unappealing, even to you? Heaven's ettiquette... So beautiful a thing, ha ha.
Renewal: What are you tr~... WHY WOULD YOU...~
Ryan: Alas my sin remains. I could never satisfy Her; mayhaps...even you yourself could not. Again do I blaspheme...
Renewal: *she is speechless*
Ryan: If ever the day should come...could you relay...a message to Her...for me?
Renewal: You shouldn't...~ There is no ne~
Ryan: Will you not grant a mere cur but the breath of a prayer?
Renewal: Please. Just...
Ryan: Tell Her...that never in this life...
Renewal: Just stop.
Ryan: ...have I come to love a rose...more deadly than She...
Renewal: !!!
Ryan: ...but that even the wolves praise Her as our Soverign.
[conclusive narration]
...Heaven Take Me...Ryan: *he collapses*
Nigel: *to Akira* So what's YOUR best redeeming quality, hm? The ability to "REPOPULATE" the world? Ha ha...
[a fight ensues between Nigel and Akira]
Akira and Loathesome
Akira: ...Can I~
Loathesome: Any taime, sweetie.
Akira: ...Huh?
Loathesome: *she continues to breathe heavily*
Akira: ......Um~
Loathesome: *she juts her face down to his face* HMMMMM...?
Akira: ~MOM!!!~
Loathesome: ~Whut?
[narration where Akira takes a step back away from her, intimidated]
Loathesome: Got somethin' tuh spill?
Akira: ...No, not re~
Loathesome: ~EALLY!
Akira: ???
Loathesome: Where's yo bruther?
Akira: He's not my~...Well... Mothe~
Loathesome: ~WHAT?
Akira: ~CRAZY!!!
Loathesome: ...Ah am sorreh, but could you repitate the askins'?
Akira: Mom...
Loathesome: HMM?
Akira: I can't~
Loathesome: Speak up, naow...
Akira: I can't...find it.
Loathesome: Do you remember where you PUT it?
Akira: No...... What???
Loathesome: He's been sittin' in there fuh ova faive days, all kooked up an' raunchy...
Akira: WHAT???
Loathesome: Has you been ta see em' lately?
Akira: ...No, I haven't.
Loathesome: Whaiy not?
Akira: I just...wanted him to be alone for a while...
Loathesome: Yessir.
Akira: He's been feelin' a bit under the water lately, and his mom hasn't taken him out in a while.
Loathesome: I see. How is Chanda these days?
Akira: Well I don't really know...really.
Loathesome: Is she staying strong?
Akira: I guess she's just tryin' to rest up some. I dunno know how that makes Nigel feel, but he hasn't left home in quite a while.
Loathesome: Takin' a break from all them monster hunts?
Akira: Yeah.
Loathesome: Where else has he been?
Akira: He she's bun...~BEEN...around the tavern a whole lot.
Loathesome: Did it taste good?
Akira: Kinda makes me wonder what's been going on with it...
Loathesome: Yeah.
Akira: Yeah...
Loathesome: YEAULGH.
Akira: Maybe. Shit, I dunno.
[narration conveying Loathesome's suprise]
Loathesome: What the HELL?!
Akira: Mom???
Loathesome: *smacks Akira across his jaw*
Akira: OW!!! Wh-...why the...!
Loathesome: You apolagize.
Akira: What the FUCK did I do to deserve~
Loathesome: *smacks Akira across his jaw from the opposite side*
Akira: AGHCK!!! STOP!
Loathesome: Kitteh...
Akira: What?!?!
Loathesome: Quit mouthin' off.
Akira: A-whah?
Loathesome: I don TOLD you about that language...
Akira: You're messin' me up...
Loathesome: Hm?!
Akira: I was like...SMACK in the jaw, and the...
Loathesome: Go on.
Akira: My words ain't nothin' but bait...
Loathesome: Yeah?
Akira: That...
[narration conveying Akira's delirium and how Loathesome ensnares him by his leg with her tail]
Akira: AAGH!
Loathesome: *she gazes into his eyes* Akira...
Akira: *he huffs and puffs, feeling akward at hanging upside down from his right leg*
Loathesome: Nigel is a good friend. If he's not feeling well then it's best that you go pay him a visit. I know that you just wanna give him his space, and that's very thoughtful of ya...
Akira: Thank you mom~
Loathesome: ~Shuddup. Anehways I's saying that if you go up to his door and ask his mom nicely, maybeh she'll let you in on it.
Akira: Maybe. I'm just...
Loathesome: Juuust...
Akira: Just lost in you.
Loathesome: Did you buy em' somethin' naice?
Akira: Wha... "Buy?"
Loathesome: Yes.
Akira: Well, I thought about it. But I dunno what he would like.
[narration detailing how Loathesome gradually brings Akira Closer and closer to her face]
Akira: You think he'd like a new bow?
Loathesome: If he could.
Akira: Maybe he'd just like something else?
Loathesome: Like everything?
Akira: Yeah! Maybe I could get him one of those special shirts that helps you to move around easier?
Loathesome: But it's gon cost ya.
Akira: I know. They make them so expensive nowadays. How do they expect people to defend themselves?
Loathesome: Yeah...
Akira: I mean I can RESPECT the guy for stickin' an arm and a leg out to bring back some high quality goods...
Loathesome: Yeahhh...
Akira: ...cause only a LUNATIC would go chargin' outta here wearin' some half-assed gear...
Loathesome: I knowhh baby...
Akira: Probably wouldn't even make it back here alive.
Loathesome: That's how ah want it, mmmhh...
[narration describing Akira's confusion, and Loathesome's blatantly sensual actions]
Akira: *having listened closely, he gawks in disbelief*
Loathesome: I'm not satisfied, honey.
Akira: ...Mom... *he gawks and blushes heavily*
Loathesome: I want it.
Akira: Huh???
Loathesome: I want it for me. Go get it.
Akira: But why would you want a~
Loathesome: I'll eat'chu...
[brief narration conveying Akira's intensified disbelief]
Akira: M-...mom???
Loathesome: I'm hungray.
Akira: What did you just...?
Loathesome: Momma NEEDS you...
Akira: Yes... *he snaps back into reality* Wait, what the FUCK???
Loathesome: Ah want'chu...ta go tuh them there merchandisers, and bahy that boyah somethin' nice.
Akira: ...Okay?
Loathesome: An you DAMN sure better get it good for em.' You ain't one uh them cheap he-bitches up in the ranks; got all them fancy clothes an all that damn moneh in the mainds til they cain't even spare a nickel fer a meal...; an we gon do em' up right naice, you feel me?
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Loathesome: Naw naw baby, 'cause MY kitty don't flow like that. Either you bring it, or we goin' home. Shit... You think I LAIKE sittin' here in the rain?
Akira: ...No?
Loathesome: Boyah, I don TOLD you about askin' them questions...
Akira: HE'S NOT THERE!
Loathesome: BITCH!!!
Akira: DON'T KILL ME!!!!!
Loathesome: ......Go on over there and see if Cherie's mamma is home, an I'll make sure you get plenty ta eat tonight.
Akira: ...Really?
Loathesome: HNnnNMAYBE.
Akira: Okay.
Loathesome: But you got TEN MINUTES...
Akira: ~WHAT?!?!
Loathesome: You asked a question...
Akira: OKAY! I'M GOING!
Loathesome: Good fer ya.
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(Later...)
Akira: I'm SORRY!!!
Loathesome: Don't be sorreh boyah, just get'cho ass on over thair and buy that boyah somethin naice, 'cuz if you DON'T, Imma hafta swallow yo ass alaivhe laike I did the first taime.
Akira: !!! ...You mean...
Loathesome: YES-THE-HELL-AH-DO! And you gon be floatin' 'round all up in mah ganglens beggin' me tuh keep on keepin' it on in all the healthy helpins' uh maighty strong gulp squishin.' An ah AIN'T gon stop til you learn how'da clean out that there filthafaied mouth uh yers, unduhstand?!
Akira: ...Mom...
Loathesome: WHUT?!
Akira: ...I love you.
Loathesome: Ah luve you too, sweetie. *lowers Akira to the ground* Now GIT.
[a possible, funny response from Loathesome]
Loathesome: Because if you don't, I'M GON EAT YO SILLY ASS!!!
[building up towards an angelic encounter]
Sheryl: *feels the slight sensation of touch upon her left arm once again* WILL YOU STOP!!!
Punk: I didn't do anything!
Sheryl: Then if you didn't do it, who did?!
Punk: I don't know!
Nirvana: Of course. Every CHILD is "insatiable." To suppose that any one offering or any single person's attention given to him could satiate the rage he harbors in his soul... It is laughable.
Lucia: Well then why the fuck do you keep opening the door for her?
Nicholas: ...What?
Lucia: Why do you keep letting her in on your train?
Nicholas: It doesn't matter. Look, I've been standing here for over an hour now. Once they get everything all loaded up and good to go they're NOT gonna just sit around waiting for us, so stop lollygagging. We're already short on time enough as it is.
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[in reference to Chanda]
Nicholas: She doesn't. Bitch thinks she can just interrupt me in the middle of anything I got going on.
Lucia: But where does it actually end? What's keeping her from going all out on you and making you wish you'd never have connected with her?
Nicholas: Are you done searching yet?
Lucia: Hey, don't come crying to me when she gives you a sending that shocks you FOR REAL.
Nicholas: ...Where the hell are you?
Lucia: Tell you what. Why...don't...I~...bring you back something nice from the ruins?
Nicholas: How'd you get in that deep?
Lucia: Well, I have my ways. Anyway, with all the rock there is to be found in here, you think the higher ups wouldn't care if we carved ourselves out a fair, sizeable chunk of the stuff!
Nicholas: Don't get cute.
Lucia: Riiiight, right. Well then, see you when they drop me off!
Alma: *to Sheryl* I saw her...
Sheryl: Saw?
Alma: Cowering, covering her child...
Sheryl: *she frowns sadly*
Alma: ...as though she were terrified of Chanda. All she wanted to do was protect her son. But then I saw him take his stand...
Sheryl: "Take his...stand???"
Alma: Huh?
Sheryl: You make it sound weird.
Alma: ...? Oh! Sorry. I'm Sorry...
Sheryl: It's okay. I just...didn't know what you meant... -- what you mean by that.
Alma: Well, it looked like...
Sheryl: ...Like...?
Alma: ...Like he was trying to defend his mother...
Sheryl: Huh?
Alma: I know it sounds weird! Really!
Sheryl: No, you're fine. I'm just not really sure of what you mean by that.
Alma: He had this look on his face like he was..."taking a stand"; "being resolute" - I don't know how to describe it.
Sheryl: ...? Oh! So THAT'S what you mean!
Alma: ...What?
Sheryl: You mean that he got serious about it.
Alma: Yes! Yes, that's it! Thank you! Hoo boy. I didn't think I was making any sense just now!
Sheryl: It's alright Alma. You just need to slow down is all.
Alma: Right! Right. Hey, I'm sorry...
Sheryl: Um, there's nothing to apologize about?
Alma: Oh! Sorry...
Sheryl's facial expression turned awry.
Alma: But anyway...um... What were we talking about?
Sheryl: The ghost son of the woman you saw.
Alma: Eh...? I'm sorry, I forgot what I was talking about!
Sheryl: *her face becomes even more disfigured*
Alma: I'm telling you, he looked like he was REALLY angry at Chanda...
Sheryl: I've gathered that much already.
Alma: You have? Oh. But yeah, it was really scary, almost like he knew something that he shouldn't have known...
Sheryl: ...Huh?
Alma: OH I'm sorry! I'm rambling again! *she blushed*
Things Loathesome would say
Loathesome: Well if ya ask ME, he seemed awful meticular about it, hnhn!
Lines for Nicholas
Nicholas: *about Nigel* Look at em.' Talkin' shit out the side of his mouth like he knows some damn good...
Nirvana and Renewal
Nirvana: Even as you are, fatigue has its place within your being. You must be tired.
[narration]
Nirvana: Come to me, Renewal.
[narration]
Renewal: You are...
Nirvana: That I am.
Renewal: ...?! Beautiful, I mean!
Nirvana: As always you think to deter the matter at hand.
[narration conveying Renewal's intimidation]
Nirvana: How do you feel?
Renewal: *she lowers her head*
Nirvana: Do you fear me?
Renewal: *she gawks in disbelief, reaching out to Nirvana, her fear deepening* I...
Nirvana: You must speak louder, child.
Renewal: *she stares*
Nirvana: Do you realize why you're here?
Shane and Sheryl
Shane: COME FOR ME!
[narration conveying Sheryl's energetic movements in her battling against Shane. He is helping her to train her martial arts skills, and a bit of magic as well. Convey that Shane continually blocks her blows, but that she doesn't let up]
Shane: Not...good! You're wasting too much energy!
Sheryl: No I'm not! You just can't keep up!
Shane: Pace yourself! Time your strikes well, and you will~
[narration conveying that Sheryl does a leg sweep that catches Shane off guard, tripping him, to which he falls on his back, but heaves himself back up and on his feet]
Shane: That was sloppy!
Sheryl: Yeah yeah, whatever!
Shane: You're light on your feet, I will give you that. But you cannot expect that your opponents will be so easily bested!
Sheryl: Then shut up and fight back if you know so much!
Shane: Insolence!!!
[convey that Shane's hands begin to emit a white, luminescent glow, and that he extends and lowers his right hand to perform a sideways movement with it, thus drawing a line of freezing cold ice in a straight line just before where he is standing]
Shane: If you can make your way across this line, I will declare you the victor. Cross it, if you can.
Sheryl: That's it?! What a joke, haha! Okay, here I come!
[narration conveying how Sheryl runs straight towards Shane, but how he thrusts his right palm in her general direction, creating a burst of electricity, to which she responds by backflipping]
Sheryl: Whoa!
Shane: If you never think to counter your opponent's attacks with an element opposite of them then you will never break through their defenses!
Sheryl: You're cheating!
Shane: And a REAL opponent would do much worse!
Nigel's Nepharim Grandmother?
Nigel's Grandmother: *conceening a particular man* Don't listen to that sluggard! He squandered his earnings on drink and women, and this, all from a single day's earnings!
(Unspecified Character): You mean...
Nigel's Grandmother: ALL of it! How are we to trust such a man? The swine has enough trouble making his way along the road as is. All the more reason not to give him the time of the day!
[More branching dialogue, or narration, goes here]
Nigel's Grandmother: Leave the fool where he lies! If not for the contributions of the few who took pity on him then he would have died long before this day!
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I've had an idea in mind (and for a long time coming) that the person speaking these pessimistic words would be an old, nepharim woman who happens to be Nigel's grandmother. I'm not exactly "decided" about this yet, since I would have to consider several key factors in my overall story that surround several matters concerning whether or not this character COULD in fact exist.
{Idea}
Ryan is in tears, yet his resolve is unshakeable. In this particular moment, he is facing Nirvana Paradox (along with the others).
Angel Ryan: *to Nirvana Paradox* You wanted our all. And you will recieve more than enough of mine...
[in reference to one of my male characters]
Nirvana: *to Paradox* Give him something to remember you by. Though he is cunning for one so coddled, he is little more than an insect before you. Do away with this...insistency. There are much greater things you and I are bound, none of which correlate to him and his worthless friends.
Ryan: Allow me to compile a list. It will consume quite a bit of time, but I'm sure that the end result will be of great use to you.
*: That won't be necessary. Your generosity is appreciated, but you've done more than your share of the workload for us.
Ryan: Actually that honor was done by one much more resourceful than I. But he is not one to bask in a public light much...unless there are tasks that require a very specific kind of attention, ha ha!
*: Really? What is his name?
Ryan: That is a mystery even I haven't solved as of yet!
*: Oh?
Ryan: He is as private an aspirant as any. But make no mistake, for he is worth his weight in gold.
*: Well he has our condolences then!
Nicholas: In other words the bitch thinks she's "extra special" because a whole lot of dumbshits kept her sittin' nice and pretty.
Akira: ...Huh?
Slade: A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE KEPT GIVIN' HER A WHOLE LOT OF ATTENTION AND IT MAKES HER FEEL GOOD.
Akira: Eh? *to Nicholas* Well why didn't you just say that then?
Nicholas: ...Because you're a dumbshit.
Nicholas: *to a group* You, go meet up with the others! The rest of you, follow after me! We're not gonna make any progress if you just keep slouchin' around bitchin' about the weather! MOVE!
*: Yes, and for reasons not likely tied to [their] abscence.
[Dialogue between Loathesome and Akira, in reference to a person victimized by Loathesome]
Loathesome: Look at em.' Don't even know whut's goin' on.
Akira: ...Because you're not givin' him a chance to speak, and you're makin' him blow up his spot like a lunatic?
Loathesome: HnYUP!
Akira: But that ain't cool!
Loathesome: IT IS IF YOU BROKE. But e' ain't even gon last HALF as long!
Akira: But...why blackmail?
Loathesome: Ain't nobody gotta take mah words for gospel!
Akira: Then why did you MANIPULATE him?!
Loathesome: 'Cuz it's FUN sittin' in the shadows an' watchin' this shit play to a finish. But see, he ain't in for it THAT deep noway...
Akira: So basically, you made him tell on himself to get him arrested???
Loathesome: Naw kitty.
Akira: Then WHY?!?!
Loathesome: I alreadeh told ya why! An in thuh end, tuckin' 'is tail between 'is legs ain't gon do NUTIN' for 'em. See, baby? I'S SNITCHIN'!
Sheryl and [Name Unmentioned]
[dialogue about Nigel]
*: If by chance he had found himself standing before a gaping chasm that led to the Abyss itself, and cast himself in, would it cross your mind to leap forth and damn yourself along with him?
Sheryl: ...
*: Hmph. Love is weak. What could you possibly hope to accomplish while riddled with complacent ignorance? Or do you suppose that a demon is like nothing more than the passive fauna of this world?
Sheryl: I...
*: For every moment your mind is fraught with dreaming and fantasy, another condemned soul begs his torturing devil for the mercy it does not know. Though in this life you may find yourself torn amidst the judgement of the Heavens, know well that there is no negotiable conclusion to come to in associating oneself with the denizens of Hell.
Nicholas and Kristina
Nicholas: You're a bright one. Why don't you figure it out?
[possible narration]
Kristina: Every time I look at his FACE I want to rip it off!
[bridging points go here]
Kristina: I won't accept this from him, and I CERTAINLY won't accept it from you!
Loathesome and Misfortune - Sex Story
[convey a moment of unorthodox vaginal sex between Loathesome and Misfortune, then an encounter where Renewal arrives]
Loathesome: Honey don't you even start.
[narration]
Loathesome: If you had the slightest bit uh honesty about ya, you'd fess up and tell me straight that you really ain't got uh lick uh love fer this fool.
Renewal: That is none of your concern!
Loathesome: It sure ain't.
Renewal: What?
Loathesome: Fer bein' some sort uh amalgam uh supposed "blessin'" an othuh such "goodness," you sure as hell ain't got the soul ta back it up.
Renewal: Wha-...what is this sudden nonsense?!
Loathesome: Bitch take that haigh n' maighty bullshit somewhere else, 'cause ah ain't havin' it. Not today. I don gave this nut what 'e been wantin' ever since the day 'e met you, an now you wanna come throwin' yo weight around tellin' folks what's what. Look at'cha. Got'cha head so far up yer ass that ya cain't even speak.
Renewal: This is an outrage!!!
Loathesome: Ahm' cleanin' up his mess. I'll BE out yo way when ah am, but fer naow I'm gon milk this fucker dry till 'e cain't even stand. An' if you got uh problem wit that then you c'n do it'chaself.
Loathesome: Ya mean between watchin' you ramble at 'er AND play inta her ass like you some kinda manwhore? Of course.
Misfortune: You insufferable~
Loathesome: Listen fool, you ain't 'er fuckin' husband, so stop actin' like you are. Yer only makin' yerself look dumb as hell.
Nicholas: I've had this in mind for a long time coming.
Lucia: Will it work?
Nicholas: Yeah...if he doesn't fuck up on recon, that is.
Viper: Yes, and within this example it is no longer a problem of yours, now is it?
Misfortune: ...
Viper: Patience, my liege. 'Tis better to longsuffer and obtained the prize rather than to have asserted dominance and forever lost what once lay within your grasp.
Slade: Yes, and there ARE none now!
Sheryl: But...why don't you just restock them from the spare~
Slade: Because I don't HAVE anymore!
Akira: ...You're shittin' me...
Slade: NO!
Sheryl: Wait! Don't go! He knows it's a trap!
Akira: Yeah, so do I. And that's why I'm going to KICK HIS ASS before it gets sprung.
Nicholas: Where is it?!
Kristina: ...Tell us now, or so-help-me I will RIP it out of your throat!!!
[convey location name better in Chanda's dialogue]
Chanda: [Location mentioned]. Go there...if you think you can change fate.
[narration]
Nicholas: So you actually justify sacrificing an entire population JUST to prove a point to some wackjob you don't even like?
Chanda: ...
Nicholas: Hmph. The HELL with you woman.
Nirvana: How often...are the greatest of warriors willing to die for a cause not worth their efforts? You choose this, knowing what you have done. Knowing what will come...
Chanda: Bury yourself in someone else's soul devil, for there is no place for your malice in mine.
Nirvana: Such dignity! And from one who would laugh as they watched a world burn to nothing!
Chanda: We don't WANT your world! All the earth cries. All the fallen of Heaven tear down man and the works of his hands to nothing, all in hatred NOT born of vengence; NOT for themselves, but because of YOU, a prideful bitch who thought she could oust the Mother of Creation Herself!
Nirvana: Say what you would.
[Further Dialogue or Narration goes here]
Nirvana: No matter. Like all flesh, your body and spirit will only serve to sustain mine.
*: There have been reports of unusual disturbances happening in many of the local homes.
Viper: Disturbances?
*: Er...
**: There is a growing civil unrest amongst the people, sir. Many of the male residents have taken up arms, and have either left the city completely, or...
Viper: Or...?
**: Simply...vanished.
Viper: Explain yourself.
*: I-it took us quite a while sir, but eventually we made our way into what we believed was an occupied cavern.
Viper: Would this be the very same cavern that I have already been informed of?
*: Already?
Viper: Tell me that you say this in jest...
**: Sir...
Viper: Hm?
**: There was a male member of the Order who hasn't shown up recently.
Viper: What about him?
**: Well sir, we've noticed that he has become increasingly scarce as the days have gone by.
Viper: And...?
**: His home was the first place we checked. The only one there was his wife.
*: We questioned her about her husband sir, but...well...it's strange...
Viper: What is?
*: She claims that she is a widow...
Viper: Then she has merely renounced her marital vows?
**: No sir... It's much deeper than that.
Viper: Well PRAY TELL why you find this woman so important.
**: We searched her home for him, and he was nowhere to be found. But what is really odd was...
Viper: Was...?
*: There was no food or drink in her home.
Viper: So then she stores her provisions elsewhere. What does that have to do with her former husband?
*: The lady looked very malnurtured, sir...
**: She had several gashes on her body, and she sat in the center of a circle of candles. When we had arrived there, the first thing she had spoken to us was "Do you come to offer me up as well? Or may I serve our city's brave souls in some other way?"
Viper: The poor creature. Such a saddening state...-- Did she mention his whereabouts?
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Viper: I don't concern myself with what she does. And to be quite honest, I couldn't care less.
*: Forgive my tone, sir. But...do you really know what she is?
Viper: I know what she CLAIMS to be. And it is absolute nonsense; a silly ruse meant to frighten those inherently lesser than herself, if not mere children. However, I must admit that it is a rather amusing topic. Give it time, and its colors will shine true one day, branding her as the insane nephar she is for suggesting so bold an implication. Give a fool attention, and he'll lavish any lot of onlookers with his baseless insanity to his soul's content.
*: But what if she were to make this public, sir?
Viper: Let her. I'll not likely have a single person more interesting to detain than she, whatever her "reasoning" behind such. Quality entertainment is so hard to come by these days...
Misfortune: On the contrary, Renewal is the worst of us all.
Sheryl: But...how can that be true? It seems like she's the nicest--
Misfortune: The heart of a true devil rests not in the soul of one who is ever-willing to bring about the ruin of another, but one who is just as equally if not exceedingly willing to employ the initial platitudes of semantic religious bias to justify the bringing about of that ruin.
But the smallest exertion of hers could send a man flying; him, and possibly others as well, shattering much of the pride of many an unknowledgeable foe within mere seconds.(link) Something Massive (Unfinished)
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