Entry tags:
- marvel (616): loki laufeyson,
- ✖ chb chronicles: nico di angelo,
- ✖ dceu: clark kent,
- ✖ ensemble stars!: eichi tenshouin,
- ✖ ffxv: gladiolus amicitia,
- ✖ john wick: john wick,
- ✖ kingdom hearts: terra,
- ✖ marvel (ultimates): tony stark,
- ✖ naruto: sasuke uchiha,
- ✖ naruto: suigetsu houzuki,
- ✖ nier (automata): 2b,
- ✖ original: jamie dodger,
- ✖ original: líadan ní donnabháin,
- ✖ original: william holt,
- ✖ overwatch: jesse mccree,
- ✖ overwatch: reaper,
- ✖ star wars: kylo ren,
- ✖ tokyo ghoul: ken kaneki,
- ✖ vikings: ivar ragnarsson,
- ✖ voltron: allura
video; username; GraveMistake
[Hello Riverview, you're going to be greeted by the friendliest face you'll ever see on the network this morning. A pale, stylized skull mask and a voice that belongs to some edgy supervillian from some futuristic videogame or something. Dressed in all black and yes--he does seem to be leaking black smoke when he speaks. It's normal, probably.]
Far from home, in a place you don't recognise. Seems like a dream, or at least some sort of really bad joke, doesn't it.
[His tone is calm, dry--almost sarcastic in nature.]
It's not. And you're going to have to get used to it. It's nice here too, isn't it? What with all the flowers and the festivities. [Yeah, definitely sarcastic.] Hoping that's enough to keep those of you who might get bored on your toes.
There's shit normal people don't need to see outside the walls of this Quarantine. So do me a favour, and don't be stupid in going to investigate what lies out there on your own because you seek adventure.
Because if you seek that alone, you also seek Death.
Name's Reaper. Not interested in making friends, but for those of you who are capable, I'm interested in looking for people. People who are capable of working in groups to pull some of the harder jobs that involve getting your hands and weapons dirty--and people who are capable of following orders.
Not a stranger of pulling idiots out of a fire, but I'm not a goddamn babysitter, either.
[Friendly, isn't he.]
Far from home, in a place you don't recognise. Seems like a dream, or at least some sort of really bad joke, doesn't it.
[His tone is calm, dry--almost sarcastic in nature.]
It's not. And you're going to have to get used to it. It's nice here too, isn't it? What with all the flowers and the festivities. [Yeah, definitely sarcastic.] Hoping that's enough to keep those of you who might get bored on your toes.
There's shit normal people don't need to see outside the walls of this Quarantine. So do me a favour, and don't be stupid in going to investigate what lies out there on your own because you seek adventure.
Because if you seek that alone, you also seek Death.
Name's Reaper. Not interested in making friends, but for those of you who are capable, I'm interested in looking for people. People who are capable of working in groups to pull some of the harder jobs that involve getting your hands and weapons dirty--and people who are capable of following orders.
Not a stranger of pulling idiots out of a fire, but I'm not a goddamn babysitter, either.
[Friendly, isn't he.]
Re: >PRIVATE
No.
It's not really weird.
It's almost excruciatingly simple. [He shrugs a shoulder.] They're on a planet where food is scarce. Probably hard to get. Any chance of an easy meal is hidden behind a wall they can't bypass.
Their food walks out into the wilds where they are? They see a chance to eat, and they take it. The danger makes it worthwhile. Because it's eat, or die. So if they die trying to get something to eat, at least they tried to survive.
That's just the way the world works. The strongest predators always eat, and live.