Ark1002

well, the entire concept of evil is just a human construct that can be interpreted by the person themselves. So, I can prove you wrong in quite a simple way: by my definition, he isn't by his definition though, he probably is which is in fact one thing in his favor, that at least he realizes the actions he are taking are wrong, even if they're for a cause

DR PEPPER IS THE BEST WHOOOOOOO but yeah, my favorite soda is doctor pepper, followed by pepsi, followed by coke I like root beer and cream soda too

Granted, but your healing causes cellular mutation and gives you terrible incurable cancer wow that got dark fast i wish to roll natural 20s on all of my dnd rolls forever

Georgia-Grace seemed almost taken aback, as if remembering Shade is a living creature. "Oh, I'm Grace." She grabbed hold of the sleeve of Shade's shirt (if that exists) and pulled it up. "It doesn't seem connected to the clothes..." she mumbled. She subtly flared the happiness a bit higher, along with a very faint sense of tiredness. She pulled out a small camera, one of those old school ones that prints photos, and took a shot of Shade quickly. Georgia-Grace tilted her head, looking completely engrossed and fascinated with the powers. "Where did you get these powers? And what exactly do they do?" As she said this, her gaze suddenly went directly to Shade's face, intently paying attention as opposed to not really caring about the person themself.

The horneater paused, turning. "No. Crow get very mad." He chuckled, and pantomimed slitting his own throat. "That would be death." He leered down at the children. "I... will not make watch." He turned to the messenger. "And... I am sorry." He hefted his gun, and pulled out a walkie talkie. "Full guard. Basement formation." He grabbed the messenger by the collar, and started to drag him away, as clanking, thuds, shouting, and cursing, echoes from upstairs. Small holes begin to open up in the floor and ceiling, and on the walls, traps priming. The bars of the cells open up small slits, metal covering them, leaving the Wered's in total dark. @Silva

Georgia-Grace walked right up, looking her up and down. She leaned down, looking up from that angle. Then she poked Shade in the cheek. "Odd." Georgia-Grace did a walk around her, bobbing to look at different angles, looking for all the world like a strange bird performing a courtship ritual. "My gaze wants to slide off of you as if you weren't there. It's as if you weren't real." She rubs her chin from behind Shade, and burns a little bit of Zinc, subtly flaring her happiness, just a little. "I wonder what powers these are. I've never seen them before." She tapped the back of her head, still seeming taken aback by the solid substance of Shade. @kenod

Crow nodded slowly after reading it, crumpling the paper in her fist. She shut her eyes, breathing slowly out. Master, what should I do? Do as I did. She opened them, and her eyes had gone a milky pink-red. Please. I need more. A pause. I took up a small, temporary treaty with my enemy. The one who killed my son. Yes master. Her eyes closed, and a small shiver ran through her body, and a deep guttural sound echoed from her throat as her head fell back. Her eyes opened again, revealing, for the first time, her natural eye color. Sparkling emerald green. Unlike her plump face turned gaunt, her dead looking hair, and her dry and cracked lips, the eyes... the eyes are stunning. As she sits there, a vortex of violet fills the eyes back up. Her voice echoes out, for a second sounding for all the world like a normal woman, but as the first word comes out, transfering to her 'normal' voice, an echoing, deep sound. "Patience is needed. I will meet with this person." She stood, slowly stretching. "I'm leaving. To meet with... an old friend. Guard the dungeon well, and set up all traps." She began walking out, sliding the helmet onto her head, which seals with a sharp click. She turns her head, voice back to it's full depth of demonic evil. She sounded like this was just a second thought. "Oh yes... kill the messenger." She walked out of the room, slamming the door shut with a loud clang. @Silva

The man reached out his other arm, wrapping it around the man's neck. He lifted him into the air, squeezing tight. "I'll take you to her. We'll see if you're still alive by the time we get there." He walked inside, slamming the door, and began to walk down. "CROW!" ~-~-~-~-~ Crow looked up, having just grabbed the metal. She cursed, setting it down. Then she stood, opening and looking the door. She watched as the horneater set down an unconscious man, neck bruised, on the ground. "Has message." Crow nodded, then settled down on one knee, to wait.

this is the true world

Willow looked upon this scene. Dark sky, thunder, a villain. This was what she had been crafted to stop. A hero.

Change

I've genuinely never been so amused in my entire life

*never gonna let you down*

Yay?

I win

no. Pineapples are vile abominations.

it was the best

Ambrosia nods, while Nectar boops Silas on the nose.