31st [voice/action]
[... Ugh.
GUH.
.... UGHGUH. Okay, you know, when this event started, he didn't think this would happen. He's not Lavos savvy you know. It's the first time he's seen a space flea and he was kind of just going to let them all blow shit up. Sure he was going to keep an eye on it, do some damage control but...
Yeah well he doesn't really like half you people anyway, a bit of temporary population culling wouldn't kill anyone.
Oh wait. lol.
But it's not nearly so funny when it feels like you're made out of lead, now is it? Goddamnit karma, get the fuck away, he just got his powers back and he was going to totally enjoy himself. Was.
Now he's just kind of stuck, really. The Lavos spawn are becoming less aggressive, which is good news for him, considering that even teleporting is starting to take a toll on him. Propped against a wall near the high school, he's very much aware that he can't get in anymore. At least, not the way he is right now. He could very well teleport in if he really tried, but... Oh Gods he was tired. Something was sapping him, and as he eyed a spawn from beneath his bangs, he was more or less totally sure he knew what. One hand messed with the communicator; he hesitated to refer to it as fumbling, and pressed the transmit button]
It certainly seems a bit bleak, doesn't it?
[He'd get around to asking for help. If his pride would let him]
GUH.
.... UGHGUH. Okay, you know, when this event started, he didn't think this would happen. He's not Lavos savvy you know. It's the first time he's seen a space flea and he was kind of just going to let them all blow shit up. Sure he was going to keep an eye on it, do some damage control but...
Yeah well he doesn't really like half you people anyway, a bit of temporary population culling wouldn't kill anyone.
Oh wait. lol.
But it's not nearly so funny when it feels like you're made out of lead, now is it? Goddamnit karma, get the fuck away, he just got his powers back and he was going to totally enjoy himself. Was.
Now he's just kind of stuck, really. The Lavos spawn are becoming less aggressive, which is good news for him, considering that even teleporting is starting to take a toll on him. Propped against a wall near the high school, he's very much aware that he can't get in anymore. At least, not the way he is right now. He could very well teleport in if he really tried, but... Oh Gods he was tired. Something was sapping him, and as he eyed a spawn from beneath his bangs, he was more or less totally sure he knew what. One hand messed with the communicator; he hesitated to refer to it as fumbling, and pressed the transmit button]
It certainly seems a bit bleak, doesn't it?
[He'd get around to asking for help. If his pride would let him]