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Who: Alfred, Alexia, Genesis, open
Where: Throughout the city
When: Afternoon of 10/17
Summary: Poor dear isn't thinking clearly, so naturally he's going to flip the fuck out. INCLUDES: Family reunion, battle with Genesis, AND MORE!
Rating: I'd say PG-13 for violence and the twins being...them, just right now.
Due to the nature of the log(s) and how time-skippy it is, I'm going to ask to keep the interactions in separate threads unless otherwise discussed (I.E. multiple people at one time)
What Alfred heard had made his already scorching blood boil, made it bubble inside his veins like raw, molten magma. How dare they. What sort of foul wretch would dare impersonate his beloved sister? Would dare drag her sacred name through the mud? His rage grew and his muscles tensed the more he thought about it.
He would make the hideous wench pay for her crimes, for stealing his glorious sister's identity. He had to.
And he would destroy anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.
Taking a deep breath, he resisted his urge to crush his communicator in his hand. Instead, he carefully clipped it to the collar still around his neck, the symbol of his loyalty to Discordia. Or Discordia's favour towards him. Even he wasn't yet certain.
The tyrant hadn't anticipated that he would hit the voice record button, allowing the growl that escaped his throat to be broadcast; giving the imposter warning of his arrival. A small oversight, and not of any concern at the moment as he slowly stalked out of the woods, smashing a few trees that were in his way.
As he stepped onto the bridge and saw the city dead ahead of him, anticipation for the hunt and the kill grew within him and he began flexing the long, clawed fingers of his left hand. This, he thought, This is going to be delightful.
Where: Throughout the city
When: Afternoon of 10/17
Summary: Poor dear isn't thinking clearly, so naturally he's going to flip the fuck out. INCLUDES: Family reunion, battle with Genesis, AND MORE!
Rating: I'd say PG-13 for violence and the twins being...them, just right now.
Due to the nature of the log(s) and how time-skippy it is, I'm going to ask to keep the interactions in separate threads unless otherwise discussed (I.E. multiple people at one time)
What Alfred heard had made his already scorching blood boil, made it bubble inside his veins like raw, molten magma. How dare they. What sort of foul wretch would dare impersonate his beloved sister? Would dare drag her sacred name through the mud? His rage grew and his muscles tensed the more he thought about it.
He would make the hideous wench pay for her crimes, for stealing his glorious sister's identity. He had to.
And he would destroy anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.
Taking a deep breath, he resisted his urge to crush his communicator in his hand. Instead, he carefully clipped it to the collar still around his neck, the symbol of his loyalty to Discordia. Or Discordia's favour towards him. Even he wasn't yet certain.
The tyrant hadn't anticipated that he would hit the voice record button, allowing the growl that escaped his throat to be broadcast; giving the imposter warning of his arrival. A small oversight, and not of any concern at the moment as he slowly stalked out of the woods, smashing a few trees that were in his way.
As he stepped onto the bridge and saw the city dead ahead of him, anticipation for the hunt and the kill grew within him and he began flexing the long, clawed fingers of his left hand. This, he thought, This is going to be delightful.