You just need some fighting spirit! [open]
WHO: Dist the Reaper (dist_the_reaper), and Kikuchiyo (machinesamurai)
WHAT: Two lone puppieswolves decide to form a pack.
WHERE: The old carriage factory where Dist unwillingly resides (a few blocks away from The Crimson Dragon)
WHEN: Afternoon, the day before Claire's kidnapping
Dist tossed another wrench across the room in sheer fury, ignoring the resulting clanking sound which rung and echoed through the old warehouse. "OOOOOOOHGGGHGHHHH!" He growled, bile rising in his throat from the abrasion and simultaneously almost choking him. "THAT..." Cough, choke. "Bastard..." His bony fingers clenched under the gloves, the hot anger coursing through his body. He didn't even WANT to try and calm down. Relishing in his anger and dismay was good enough for now.
Jade had left. Something about a Bal-thear. Something Dist didn't care about because it didn't concern him. But then Jade had run off, leaving Dist partially soaked from some stray water fonons and alone. Again.
And here he had thought things were going to get better- the Keterburg trio were reunited with a common goal, Jade had found a way to harness their fonons, Dist had assumed he would move in with Peony and Jade to make it complete...
Except for the fact that Jade carried the room key and he was gone. Dist's satchel of spare upholstery fabric lay unneeded in a corner. Peony was somewhere, Dist didn't much care really. The fact solely remained that Dist was once again stuck in this infernal warehouse, alone, and trying unsuccessfully to build a working robot.
"Ahhhhhh," his latest creation screeched, dispersing the few fonons he had managed to encode in it, before a tiny sigil of smoke escaped its mouth. Dist scrunched his face in a grimace so fierce tears begun to sting the corners of his eyes.
"I am so SICK of this!" he yowled, kicking a pile of tires nearby and collapsing into a miserable, cross-legged heap.
WHAT: Two lone puppieswolves decide to form a pack.
WHERE: The old carriage factory where Dist unwillingly resides (a few blocks away from The Crimson Dragon)
WHEN: Afternoon, the day before Claire's kidnapping
Dist tossed another wrench across the room in sheer fury, ignoring the resulting clanking sound which rung and echoed through the old warehouse. "OOOOOOOHGGGHGHHHH!" He growled, bile rising in his throat from the abrasion and simultaneously almost choking him. "THAT..." Cough, choke. "Bastard..." His bony fingers clenched under the gloves, the hot anger coursing through his body. He didn't even WANT to try and calm down. Relishing in his anger and dismay was good enough for now.
Jade had left. Something about a Bal-thear. Something Dist didn't care about because it didn't concern him. But then Jade had run off, leaving Dist partially soaked from some stray water fonons and alone. Again.
And here he had thought things were going to get better- the Keterburg trio were reunited with a common goal, Jade had found a way to harness their fonons, Dist had assumed he would move in with Peony and Jade to make it complete...
Except for the fact that Jade carried the room key and he was gone. Dist's satchel of spare upholstery fabric lay unneeded in a corner. Peony was somewhere, Dist didn't much care really. The fact solely remained that Dist was once again stuck in this infernal warehouse, alone, and trying unsuccessfully to build a working robot.
"Ahhhhhh," his latest creation screeched, dispersing the few fonons he had managed to encode in it, before a tiny sigil of smoke escaped its mouth. Dist scrunched his face in a grimace so fierce tears begun to sting the corners of his eyes.
"I am so SICK of this!" he yowled, kicking a pile of tires nearby and collapsing into a miserable, cross-legged heap.