May 20, 2009 18:28
[He was away, and that, he realizes, was his first mistake. He doesn't want it to be true, dashing through the village at top speed and barreling through the door of the community house.
The door to their room is shattered. He slips carefully around overturned furniture, pausing to glance at a few plucked feathers on the floor among shards of glass. The doors to the other rooms get kicked open. He knows what happened here, but he simply doesn't wish to believe it.
He stands in the doorway and takes out his journal. There are some private notes and scribbles to himself about ideas he'd been trying to research in the library and theories he'd jotted down, and none of it matters right now. His voice is a low growl, just barely controlled.]
I will ask this only once.
Where. is. he?
fuck the fucking malnosso,
there's no time for games,
voice,
i keel j00,
action,
grumpyhog will rip your face off,
sonic stop ruining everything ever