This Place Sure Has Gone Downhill Lately
Who: Dawson, Daisy
What: Looking for Entertainment
When: February 5th, 8 pm
Where: Realm of the Unwanted/Clearing Township
The world would be a better godsdamned place if Lady Kieran Goodman would just drop off the face of the planet, and never be heard from again. Perhaps she could be eaten by wild Papay, or fall into the crack in the O.Z. and break every single bone in her body. Perhaps she could contract a fatal disease and all her skin could fall off.
Dawson enjoyed musing of ways that his former bedmate could cease to exist, it had filled his time while the General had been meeting with old what’s-his-fucking-face from wherever the hell. Oh yeah, Ev. That block of time where he had not been talking had probably been the longest in his life that he had actually kept quiet. Quiet just was not something he did, it was too godsdamned boring, in his opinion. He had people to kill, things to set on fire, no time to waste being quiet.
Violence. Maybe that’s what he needed.
Yet, he did not really feel like just killing people in the Realm, because that was boring as all hell. Nothing interesting about killing them, it ran out of entertainment value after about a minute. No, he wanted to head out of the Realm for awhile, cause a little havoc up topside. Thanks to the Sorceress’s fall, there had to be ‘limits,’ he spat the mental word, on how much attention he could bring down upon himself.
Hm. There always was that bitch he was currently bedding, the one completely off her rocker. Maybe she would be up for a trip.
He walked into the room above the bar where they had actually managed not to kill each other for more than a day, most likely because they only shared it when they were feeling an itch for physical satisfaction. “Hey, Crazy, you in here?”
What: Looking for Entertainment
When: February 5th, 8 pm
Where: Realm of the Unwanted/Clearing Township
The world would be a better godsdamned place if Lady Kieran Goodman would just drop off the face of the planet, and never be heard from again. Perhaps she could be eaten by wild Papay, or fall into the crack in the O.Z. and break every single bone in her body. Perhaps she could contract a fatal disease and all her skin could fall off.
Dawson enjoyed musing of ways that his former bedmate could cease to exist, it had filled his time while the General had been meeting with old what’s-his-fucking-face from wherever the hell. Oh yeah, Ev. That block of time where he had not been talking had probably been the longest in his life that he had actually kept quiet. Quiet just was not something he did, it was too godsdamned boring, in his opinion. He had people to kill, things to set on fire, no time to waste being quiet.
Violence. Maybe that’s what he needed.
Yet, he did not really feel like just killing people in the Realm, because that was boring as all hell. Nothing interesting about killing them, it ran out of entertainment value after about a minute. No, he wanted to head out of the Realm for awhile, cause a little havoc up topside. Thanks to the Sorceress’s fall, there had to be ‘limits,’ he spat the mental word, on how much attention he could bring down upon himself.
Hm. There always was that bitch he was currently bedding, the one completely off her rocker. Maybe she would be up for a trip.
He walked into the room above the bar where they had actually managed not to kill each other for more than a day, most likely because they only shared it when they were feeling an itch for physical satisfaction. “Hey, Crazy, you in here?”