Sev glared at his prey, it being all juicy and delicious. He looked down at the collapsed Ark, contemplating what shade of red the ground would turn of he curb-stomped her.
*STOMP*
Magenta.
*STOMP*
Magenta.
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(Btw, Sev is still coming to eat your ass... tomorrow... now he is tired and wants to watch Total Biscuit while Irene rages outside. Ima send you a PM about something else we have in the works. Night bro 8^D)
(OH COME ON! I CALL BS!)
Sev flew off over the horizon towards the rising sun. He sighed, the longest night of his life was over, and maybe now he could get some food that didn't try to rip his arm off.
Sev landed in the nearby city, where a particularily meaty passerby... passed by...
*GULP* and with that, Sev fell asleep on the City streets, just like he preferred.
Sev flew off over the horizon towards the rising sun. He sighed, the longest night of his life was over, and maybe now he could get some food that didn't try to rip his arm off.
Sev landed in the nearby city, where a particularily meaty passerby... passed by...
*GULP* and with that, Sev fell asleep on the City streets, just like he preferred.
(WHY CAN'T I EVER GET A HIT! >.<) Sacri threw the diamond infront of the oncoming Sev, so that it would hit like a mace shot out of a cannon, and outright shatter anything below the armor piece it hit. It was aimed at Sev's head, Sacri then walked over to Ark, and calmly put a hand on her shoulder, offering his shoulder to her once he'd sat down "C'mon now, Miss. The Book is wise, and if you know not a way to help your boy, then we may travel to the nearby Keeper monastery, where they will help us on my command."
do you know how difficult it is to kill off an emotionally invested character and create a new one from scratch, on top of existing mental problems like suicide? not very easy. by no means i'm not throwing out the sympathy card but i am playing its not the AA throw away character thread.
"the reason he was so skinny was because i was in him, and the reason i looked the way i did before was because he was in me. he gave his life protecting me, he just dissolved in-front of my eyes." she was choking up at this point.
The Keeper monastery would have a legit revival spell, I was thinking. Depending on whether you WANT the Boy to be back, and to be fair, that's how Sacri would react anyway.
rubbing her back and nodding "He valued you. Note it." The words sounded cold, but the tone was supportive and respectful. Sacri respected the kid's sacrifice, when he took out his notes kit and set it down on the rock infront of them, the fire having long moved past where they were and it's edges were dying down. Sacri sketched the Kid for her, and ripped the page out, on the back was nothing, but a simple symbol with "Kid" written neatly below it, and the sketch was very good. Sacri held the page to her, obvious what he was doing "This is yours, now." Sacri continued to rub Ark's back and his face had gone from completely unreadable to calm respect whenever he looked at the picture
better off dead sadly, more room in the body for her powers.
Sacri managed to gather Ark together and get her on his back without putting her in too uncomfortable a position and walked all the way to the other girl, holding his hand out to Sunny again when he arrived, looking at Fran "I don't know of you, I'm Sacracrier. And you?"
Sacri set the (presumably) still sleeping down, set down a cloth, his pack as a pillow, and a blanket over her, and sitting down at her side in the same meditative pose, the fight on a whole had left the area charred, but he seemed unchanged. Business as usual.