Ex-Gauge [1%] - Accidental Voice
Boy when it rains, it pours
Bad enough I'm stuck in the middle of goddamn nowhere fighting off branches with a shitty, backseat driving arm. It seems to be under the impression that going in circles is getting me somewhere. Which, by the way, it's not.
But no matter how hard I hit it the stupid thing just flickers, like it's having a seizure, and then points me towards the nearest tree. In the last twenty minutes I've discovered that this place has a shitload of trees. And my arm has plans to molest every one of them.
So now I ignore it, it ignores me and we kind of ignore each other.
I hope that whenever this thing starts getting reception it realizes just how much of a prick it's being and apologizes.
Still, I'm not getting any closer to...wherever the hell it is I'm supposed to be. I know that much. And without the arm all I have left is this random book I found..well, paper anyway. There's nothing written on it and that, along with the disgustingly cute wings, tells me that whatever demons live here have a twisted sense of humor.
They should meet my arm. I'm sure they'd be best friends.
[ooc: Is it wrong that I imagine Nero's arm to be Vergil? Because I so totally do. You know they'd fight like an old married couple...]
Bad enough I'm stuck in the middle of goddamn nowhere fighting off branches with a shitty, backseat driving arm. It seems to be under the impression that going in circles is getting me somewhere. Which, by the way, it's not.
But no matter how hard I hit it the stupid thing just flickers, like it's having a seizure, and then points me towards the nearest tree. In the last twenty minutes I've discovered that this place has a shitload of trees. And my arm has plans to molest every one of them.
So now I ignore it, it ignores me and we kind of ignore each other.
I hope that whenever this thing starts getting reception it realizes just how much of a prick it's being and apologizes.
Still, I'm not getting any closer to...wherever the hell it is I'm supposed to be. I know that much. And without the arm all I have left is this random book I found..well, paper anyway. There's nothing written on it and that, along with the disgustingly cute wings, tells me that whatever demons live here have a twisted sense of humor.
They should meet my arm. I'm sure they'd be best friends.
[ooc: Is it wrong that I imagine Nero's arm to be Vergil? Because I so totally do. You know they'd fight like an old married couple...]