Oct 11, 2008 12:27
james bond,
sunflora,
sanada yukimura,
george weasley,
rp,
gustav margueriff,
soichiro yagami,
chairman kaga,
tyrion lannister,
beowulf,
daisy buchanan,
sock,
chocolate,
vesper lynd,
zelgadiss graywords,
naomi misora,
brienne of tarth,
maddie magellan,
olympia binewski,
rika furude
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There was not Wiglaf, but there was cake. Mmm, cake.
"YOUNG MAN, DID WIGLAF GRANT YOU THIS CAKE?"
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Beowulf picked up a piece of cake with his hands and took a bite out of it. Forks were not a thing used by the Geats of his day. He didn't mind the frosting smeared on his hands.
For a while, he was quiet, absorbed in his cake-eating.
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For now, Gustav stared a moment before returning to his own slice. It was good cake, he thought, and it seemed rather unfair that he couldn't remember taking the first few bites on top of how he couldn't remember how he came to be here at all. But while he was here, he might as well finish it.
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"Not a bad excuse for a cake," he squeaked. "Tastes like chicken, ha ha ha!"
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Hell hath no fury like a monster scorned.
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((I had to. >_>))
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Every muscle in the man's face contorted as he attempted to roar his identity to the world.
"i. am. beowulf!"
He was turning purple with effort.
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Unless, Gustav thought, he was mishearing and it was really Iam Beoulve, in which case he'd better get in some genuflecting quick.
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