“Am I supposed to understand what you’re talking about?”
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Deep breaths as he looks around himself.
The ship is the same, and his recent jobs have been from his new benefactor. Things that feel more natural than chasing criminals.
But that city place is still aggravating to his senses. Why are there so many bodies…
To become a beast of possibility.
He isn't sure where he even considered the idea, but as he slices through another ripped hole in space and time, it echoes in his soul.
"A beast..."
does he have to only go one way?
Is there another way to find his Juliet?
𝙆𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝
𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭/𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
“All the powers in the universe are already ours.
It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.”
#OCRP#DNDRP#FantasyRP
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The blood on his hands is definitely human for once. So he can't help but to wonder as he sits down with some hot chocolate, his current partner on that mission already headed home due to 'cleaning off demon gunk'
"I wonder...if I really had to kill him that time."
The dragon gate opens up not too far, as he revs, blood sprays everywhere before he blasts off for the giant maw.
“See you around, turtle guy.”
A final utterance to the land of chaos itself as both men disappear into the streams of time and space.
So much to learn at once, the fact that he knew of their shared connection and the fact that he seemed so much like the man he knew in this moment…
Even the first words he whispered after that barrage, he knew the other one would say the same thing.
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“C’mon! Stake your claim! Better hurry before your partner ends up devoured!”
He can hear the sound of a motorcycle shredding through the land. C’mon, grant him this last thing.
He summons more bastards, some acting as a turret while others freeze the demons trying to close the distance, all the while, his partner slides into the side car of the bike as Romeo hops on.
“Back to Goldie, hold on tight!”
The bike revs with emerald flowsion gushing
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