...Oh, for fuck's sake. Really? Really?! Here he was, partying to get away from all the crazy shit Nyarlathotep was spreading back home. And now there was this?!
Oh, he'll become what he 'rejects', alright. He jumps unto a table, rips the mask off his face, points towards the fire, and starts to yell.
"HEY, NYARLY, YOU COWARDLY PUNK-ASS BITCH! YOU TOO SCARED TO FACE ME? HUH?! I BET YOU'RE SHAKING IN YOUR BOOTS, NOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT I'M HERE!" He flourishes a fighting pose, letting Apollo's fire dance around his fingers. "COME AT ME! IF THE OTHER ME WAS ABLE TO KICK YOUR ASS, SO CAN I! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!"
I KNEW IT.
Oh, he'll become what he 'rejects', alright. He jumps unto a table, rips the mask off his face, points towards the fire, and starts to yell.
"HEY, NYARLY, YOU COWARDLY PUNK-ASS BITCH! YOU TOO SCARED TO FACE ME? HUH?! I BET YOU'RE SHAKING IN YOUR BOOTS, NOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT I'M HERE!" He flourishes a fighting pose, letting Apollo's fire dance around his fingers. "COME AT ME! IF THE OTHER ME WAS ABLE TO KICK YOUR ASS, SO CAN I! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!"