#4 - Apprentice [Journal Post]
One hundred eighty-seven. Three hundred thirty-two. Five hundred.
You've played your games, now stop before you cause any permanent damage.
First, you agree to help her and then, you throw a hissy fit and bring your toys into play? Very mature; I thought you’d know the Darkness is no place for little girls, much less for immature and childish ones such as you.
I’m giving you a choice: stop now, before I have to come and do it myself. Even they have gotten tired of your antics, and I suppose we all know how impossible that is, no?
Now, you’ve proved your point, but this game is no way to resolve your conflicts. Abusing your powers, possessing innocent people, and making them kill others only reflects what you truly are:
A childish, immature, spoiled brat. You say you want to get your older brother back, but the only thing you are "getting" is his disappointment.
I'm sorry but... You have until 2359:59 hours tomorrow to reply to this message before I carry out orders.
Now... Let's count to ten duotrigintillion now; it's time to play my favorite game. It's a little game called tenebrae; we played it with them a thousand quinquagintaquadringentillion years ago or so, if memory serves.
[ooc; EVENT END, everyone affected has been returned to normal and shall wake up in the Town Square. Strikes are not visible and impossible to hack. This is a journal entry, so characters may feel free to comment and interrogate the Apprentice even though he'll probably avoid the question by saying something completely unrelated.]
You've played your games, now stop before you cause any permanent damage.
First, you agree to help her and then, you throw a hissy fit and bring your toys into play? Very mature; I thought you’d know the Darkness is no place for little girls, much less for immature and childish ones such as you.
I’m giving you a choice: stop now, before I have to come and do it myself. Even they have gotten tired of your antics, and I suppose we all know how impossible that is, no?
Now, you’ve proved your point, but this game is no way to resolve your conflicts. Abusing your powers, possessing innocent people, and making them kill others only reflects what you truly are:
A childish, immature, spoiled brat. You say you want to get your older brother back, but the only thing you are "getting" is his disappointment.
I'm sorry but... You have until 2359:59 hours tomorrow to reply to this message before I carry out orders.
Now... Let's count to ten duotrigintillion now; it's time to play my favorite game. It's a little game called tenebrae; we played it with them a thousand quinquagintaquadringentillion years ago or so, if memory serves.
[ooc; EVENT END, everyone affected has been returned to normal and shall wake up in the Town Square. Strikes are not visible and impossible to hack. This is a journal entry, so characters may feel free to comment and interrogate the Apprentice even though he'll probably avoid the question by saying something completely unrelated.]