Post by ~Generic Enemies~ on Aug 30, 2010 0:11:23 GMT -5
( ~.~ Axel put me up to this - and ONLY HE AND I can post here in this random little NSFW thread I'll start off, unless you wanna get mauled. Got it!?
Then, let us begin with the crack OOC rp... Enjoy if you can withstand potty-mouths, general nastiness from Vanitas, and Axel being a generic firecrotch.)
The Keyblade Graveyard. Not a very hospitable place, yet the home of his birth; sadly enough - the place of his death. In all likelihood, the chances of his resurrection had been simply in the imaginary square root of an abysmally low number to begin with. All he could say was that he had awoken first - just like the last time that really screwed him over a barrel... Oh, he had overstepped his boundaries big time, but he also knew...that MOVING hurt like a royal PAIN!! "N-ngh...!"
DAMNIT! He chided himself mentally. His death...hard enough...to comprehend by any means, was inside Ventus' heart...or in other words, that wimp was still alive. If I wasn't inside the cave, I'd be burnt toast... The male dragged himself to the drinking water, and then drew in the world's darkness; or as much as he could without hurting himself anymore, the water was a welcome relief; even though his body rebelled against the pure and cool liquid at first. It was like this on and off for an excruciating period of agonizing hours on end.
Of course, he was soundly thrashed; and pushing himself too far so fast. Checking the date on his recently recovered visor - he just about thought that the helmet had been a utter loss after Terra forcibly loosened it, then Ventus for knocking it off. "Huh?!" He just about fell into the pool of clear liquid as he stood up in a rage out of the sheer pain that now was a dull throb through his body. Ten years?! But from how much I ache; this seems more like ten minutes...! One of the few times to Vanitas that he was less than perfect was proved right; a time where his gloating was stopped cold and there was no one to take it out on just yet. Aiming to summon a portal, his body felt another jolt of pain; it stopped that experiment in its tracks.
"Great, I'm stuck here until I can recover even more...this," the battered male actually hesitated at the sound of a portal opening, one he didn't summon himself; and did his best to look imposing as he still was propped to the wall.
"...Bite me." There was enough venom in his voice for it to equal a volley of Bio, though he was not going to chance it... He was warily eyeballing the quote, unquote, intruder here...arrogance had returned; so he had recovered enough to talk big to the black-clad stranger.
Then, let us begin with the crack OOC rp... Enjoy if you can withstand potty-mouths, general nastiness from Vanitas, and Axel being a generic firecrotch.)
The Keyblade Graveyard. Not a very hospitable place, yet the home of his birth; sadly enough - the place of his death. In all likelihood, the chances of his resurrection had been simply in the imaginary square root of an abysmally low number to begin with. All he could say was that he had awoken first - just like the last time that really screwed him over a barrel... Oh, he had overstepped his boundaries big time, but he also knew...that MOVING hurt like a royal PAIN!! "N-ngh...!"
DAMNIT! He chided himself mentally. His death...hard enough...to comprehend by any means, was inside Ventus' heart...or in other words, that wimp was still alive. If I wasn't inside the cave, I'd be burnt toast... The male dragged himself to the drinking water, and then drew in the world's darkness; or as much as he could without hurting himself anymore, the water was a welcome relief; even though his body rebelled against the pure and cool liquid at first. It was like this on and off for an excruciating period of agonizing hours on end.
Of course, he was soundly thrashed; and pushing himself too far so fast. Checking the date on his recently recovered visor - he just about thought that the helmet had been a utter loss after Terra forcibly loosened it, then Ventus for knocking it off. "Huh?!" He just about fell into the pool of clear liquid as he stood up in a rage out of the sheer pain that now was a dull throb through his body. Ten years?! But from how much I ache; this seems more like ten minutes...! One of the few times to Vanitas that he was less than perfect was proved right; a time where his gloating was stopped cold and there was no one to take it out on just yet. Aiming to summon a portal, his body felt another jolt of pain; it stopped that experiment in its tracks.
"Great, I'm stuck here until I can recover even more...this," the battered male actually hesitated at the sound of a portal opening, one he didn't summon himself; and did his best to look imposing as he still was propped to the wall.
"...Bite me." There was enough venom in his voice for it to equal a volley of Bio, though he was not going to chance it... He was warily eyeballing the quote, unquote, intruder here...arrogance had returned; so he had recovered enough to talk big to the black-clad stranger.