Jormungandr (
midgardserpent) wrote2011-08-13 10:41 am
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[Fifth]
[It's been two months and Jormungandr's patience has run out. The drones in his house have gotten on his very last nerve, and combined with all the anger and frustration that he's been building up over the town, his being brought there, the pointlessness of it all... well he's just had enough.
So bright and early this morning, he kills all the drones in his house. He knows it won't last, he's been told that death doesn't last here, but it helps. Relieves tension, as it were.
Anyone walking down Hastings Boulevard this morning will probably see Jormungandr. With blood on his clothes. Yup. He looks completely unperturbed by it.
By around midday he's managed to clean most of it off, but he's still walking around town with... strange red stains on his clothes and hands. Oh dear.
Dare you approach?]
So bright and early this morning, he kills all the drones in his house. He knows it won't last, he's been told that death doesn't last here, but it helps. Relieves tension, as it were.
Anyone walking down Hastings Boulevard this morning will probably see Jormungandr. With blood on his clothes. Yup. He looks completely unperturbed by it.
By around midday he's managed to clean most of it off, but he's still walking around town with... strange red stains on his clothes and hands. Oh dear.
Dare you approach?]
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Get into a fist fight?
Ate a whole pig?
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Come on, bro.
Where'd the blood come from.
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Droness.
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Wait.
From the drones?
Did they try to hurt you?
They going crazy again?
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...right?
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He looks mildly offended that Mart would even suggest such thing.]
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Sorry dude, didn't mean to offend.
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He shrugs. It doesn't matter. Not really.]