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nexus_crossings2021-02-20 06:50 pm
tieflingtarot) wrote in nexus_crossings2021-02-20 06:50 pm
Mother always told me to never give away a story for free
"Honestly, all this bare chest and he hits home right in the fabric..."
Did the demonic looking purple stranger look at all put out by the new locale? Not really, they'd been given a pamphlet that was currently tucked into their belt to be reviewed later. Their attention more focused on the bloody hole in their rather ostentatious coat, lips quirking on a frown as they fingered the damaged fabric lightly, tail twitching behind them in a clear hint of their annoyance.
Really, they're looking rather calm for someone that bloody. When they hear someone coming near they glance up with a jingle of jewelry both in skin and decorating their curved horns, red eyes brightening as their mouth spreads to a cheerfully hopeful smile.
"Well then!" They straighten, something of a showmanship in the shift from grumpy contemplation to sunny disposition but at the same time that shift didn't seem dishonest either. "Hello there darling, please tell me there's some manner of tailor to be found here? As you can likely see I'm in dire need of one."
Clearly this was some manner of weird afterlife, but Mollymauk would be dipped in Fuck No if anyone expected them to wander around with their coat in tatters.
Did the demonic looking purple stranger look at all put out by the new locale? Not really, they'd been given a pamphlet that was currently tucked into their belt to be reviewed later. Their attention more focused on the bloody hole in their rather ostentatious coat, lips quirking on a frown as they fingered the damaged fabric lightly, tail twitching behind them in a clear hint of their annoyance.
Really, they're looking rather calm for someone that bloody. When they hear someone coming near they glance up with a jingle of jewelry both in skin and decorating their curved horns, red eyes brightening as their mouth spreads to a cheerfully hopeful smile.
"Well then!" They straighten, something of a showmanship in the shift from grumpy contemplation to sunny disposition but at the same time that shift didn't seem dishonest either. "Hello there darling, please tell me there's some manner of tailor to be found here? As you can likely see I'm in dire need of one."
Clearly this was some manner of weird afterlife, but Mollymauk would be dipped in Fuck No if anyone expected them to wander around with their coat in tatters.
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Molly didn't like slavers. Didn't like people doing things like that, deciding that other people were lesser than hurting them and trying to make them property.
"Oh that s̆ͧ́͆̍҉͎͚o͒̒͞҉̪̞͙̮n̹̳̰̝͖̮͑͆̀ͤ̕͜ ̗̣̜͖͇̀ͬ̂̆̔̎̒͌͋͜͡ò̸͍̞̥̪͈̹̏̅̈͛ͦ̓͡f̏́̊̏҉̫͓̰͖ ͔̹̞̝͌͗ͭ̊a̝̺̤̐̍̑͋͂ͯͣ̚͢͝ ̵̱̱̟̇̇̍͗ͯ̇͌ͦ͠b̷̷̻̥̙ͯͨ̌̽̅̿͢į̷̠̣̓̏ͥt̩̙̠͉̗̑ͭ̇͞c̡̪̋͘͜h̺̳͍̦̙̺ͪ͋̇ͥ͆ͅ killed me, sorry to say." The insult wasn't in English- and it was an insult from the curl of Molly's mouth as he said it. It was in another language entirely that sounded harsh, guttural and demonic to the point that the sound of it almost made a person's nose pick up on the sharp acrid scent of sulphur, to taste it on the tip of their tongue. "The others'll take care of him at least."
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He was sure of that. At least he thought he was sure of that...
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Sorry Minoru but facts are facts!
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But Molly was also here, on his feet, walking and talking like he’d simply had a bad day. These were also facts. And maybe Isamu could make sense of the two conflicting sets of observable evidence, but Isamu was down at the IRIS. He wasn’t here.
“Okay... Yeah... but this isn’t the afterlife.” He stuttered. “Nobody else is dead... I don’t think? Like, my brother and I packed up a moving van and literally drove here. And we can go back whenever we want. We’ve done it... a few times...”