just pls let it die. It's crawling on its last leg. it's crying for the pain to end.Just let that die pls.It cannot die. It is immortal. The Bara god demands.
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THEY PLAYED US LIKE A DAMN FIDDLE!
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Less thinking about, and more like lambasting the shit outta her....and Midori Yanagi, formerly of the Devil Arcana.Oh. Kinda ironic I forgot her, since Sword and I were thinking about Midori the other day. Well, anyway. I ended up scrounging together a post, but I'll probably wait 'till the new thread's up so I can get a running start in the midst of change.
Hmm, time to make changes on my idea of what to do next. Also, I thought people prefered the Sato x Noboru shipping so why not make the next character to get dragged in another guy!... Just kiding, Rui and I will figure out something. Also, I finally found a good avatar with sunglasses!Just let that die pls.
Most of the team is here, minus two.
Gracelyn stood at the door and gave a sarcastic gasp.
"Oh no. We have two missing team members? That's terrible. If you want I can go out and look for them. In fact, I already found one. He's right behind me, snacking on who knows what. Oh! Would you look at that! I found the second one. In fact..." Gracelyn looked down at herself. "She's right here! Surprising isn't it? I'm a good detective."
Gracelyn held up a large bag. It was filled with different foods and ingredients for cooking lots of foods. Among them were peppers and greens, Gracelyn's favorites.
"Here's all the ingredients for us to cook with. Hope it's good enough."
looking behind herself, Gracelyn motioned for Jericho.
"Come on, bring all your snacks and such. We haven't all day."
Setting the bag down, Gracelyn took a seat for the debrief.
Sarcastic Gracelyn coming in.
Glam-pitheatre
Noboru struggled to get up, trying to stop the copy of him from speaking again.
"Stop it! Noboru yelled, trying to stop him from talking again. It was too late. The shadow opened his mouth once again, but this time turned to Noboru himself, planning on speaking.
"Excuse me? Stop it? Oh come on me. Stop with the noble charade. Just because you're scared to say it doesn't mean you aren't thinking the same thing I am. You don't like your friends. In fact, you loathe them. You're left to wade in the shitpool and they get to run around happy. Your parents don't care, your siblings only see you as a punching bag, and to top it off...
Noboru stopped the shadow before he could go on. He immediately knew what his self was going to say.
Stop! I would never say anything like that. I'm not like that. I would never be like that! You aren't me!
Shadow Noboru gave out a little giggle. His giggle turned into cackling, as he started to transform.
I am a shadow, the true self, And none of you shall ever know what it's like!
(Boss Theme)
I'll take navy blue then.
Hey Savo, I should mention that since you been gone, There has been quite a few changes to the dungeon.
Glam-Pitheatre
The group ran through the endless halls of the dungeon, it's twisting corridors a maze of despair. The angry voice spoke to them throughout the halls, mocking them at every twist and turn. It antangonized them, throwing shadow after shadow onto them, increasingly angry when they wouldn't die.
They reached the top floor of the dungeon. It was dark, almost impossible to see. Within seconds, glaring lights flared, first blinding them, then centering in on the main set. In the middle was a boxing ring, with all lights showing it. In the side of the ring was Noboru, on the ground. The resounding voice snapped their attention away from them.
"Hey you fuckheads. I said go away! I don't want you here, and neither," The voice pointed to Noboru, "does he! So why don't you go along back to your homes and leave me alone!" The shadow stepped forward, revealing itself to be a clone of Noboru, though he was radically different. His eyes glowed a deep yellow, and his lips colored a soft green, while he smelled like oil and gasoline. The only clothes he wore were a doctor's coat around his waist, and sequined pants, glittering in the light. "Go on! Go Home!" He yelled.
*Gasp* I might actually have time to post. Gonna try n drum something up.
> All this talk about dungeons is making me excited and yet sorry for Ayano...
> I should probably post but my lazy senses are tingling and want me to post until after current dungeon is done for some reason.
> **EDIT:** Ladies and Gentlemen, using my half-assed skills in MS Paint, I present you: **_Bandswagon Rushdown_**
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Absolutely beautiful.
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