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Video Games / Re: Dark Ages: Polandball
« on: June 06, 2014, 10:10:25 PM »
It's clear it's a grand strategy game judging from the map. That narrows options.
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, I'm pretty sure they can go into spirit form in the time it takes to scream "EKSU-KARIBAH!", so why don't they?
Hmm, Kat, you say that Mordred couldn't strike a spirit that isn't incarnated, but I'm pretty sure that's not true. She can just go into spirit form to attack them, I think.
Once again, as he walked out towards the car, Law was struck with the urge to give Mordred a pat on the head. "I'm seriously hoping I do."
Leaving it to us. The best thing she's said so far.
'I'm not murdering someone without a good reason.'
And a wish isn't a good reason?
"...I'll also keep that in mind."
Ash raised her eyebrows and sent to her fledgling, Your a vampire now. Shame isn't something you need to worry about anymore. You don't have to worry about pregnancy or venereal diseases anymore. Have some fun.
"Good to know that, Mordred."
"Stalked is probably the best word." Lawrence said, starting to heft the door towards the exit. "It's not horrible honestly... most of the time.
Ash walked up to the burly, vampire bouncer who's eyes lit up at the sight of her. He parted away, opening the door for her with a little smirk. His eyes looked Ellen over as Ash ushered her into the club.
Ash looked at Ellen and whispered, "He's got a little cock."
"I'd honestly feel more comfortable if you didn't. I've had enough with spirits watching me while I sleep."
Was that directed at me
'No, at the other fucking ghost in my body'
Harsh, don't you think? I am no mere ghost, and I would think you knew that by now. Besides, I don't really watch you while you sleep.
'What about the strays in the mornings sometimes?'
They might. What makes her any different from them?
'That's exactly it. She is different, and treating her like any other ghost seems... wrong."
Don't get attached. She'll be gone in time. Once there is no 'grail war', she will go back deep into the Underworld. And hopefully, stay there.
That thought... was not a comfortable one for Law. He'd gotten flashes of the Underworld when he'd dumped the body of one of his killers in an Avernian Gate after opening it. It wasn't the... most lovely place. The Driver himself never talked about it. He sometimes mentioned 'the laws he broke' to come back and bring Law with him, but beyond that? Nothing. He was only more hesitant in discussing his own life, flashes and pieces of which Law sometimes dreamed about.
Ash lead the way into No-Man's Land, heading for a building that had an unusual rune etched in neon light on it. Trance music poured out of the squat, industrial bulding as patrons entered and exited. Flashing white-blue lights could be seen though the black painted windows.
"Come on. Stay close to me, don't make eye contact unless someone makes it with you and don't be the first to look away," Ash said as she strode over to the door and the massive vampire bouncer letting people in.
It took Law a little while to realize exactly what Mordred had said.
"...I think that's exactly what I'm like. And no, I'm not going mercenary any time soon for cash." Lawrence said, continuing to finish off his slice of pizza. "I have a decent amount, it's just I need to save it, alright? Nothing I don't need at the moment. I need to fix the car, find a place to stay, and probably also buy you ice cream or whatever crazy thing you want to order on room service." Standing up from the table, Law shrugged the bag over his shoulder. "Come on. Let's get going back to the car. Sleep is important, and I've gone without far too long."
"Errrm..."
Go on and tell her
'DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW AWKWARD IT IS TO EXPLAIN THIS!?'
Just do it you fucking pussy.
"...You know what, fuck it, it doesn't matter." Law found a cashier and purchased the clothing, leaving the PS3 behind for the moment. Honestly, he'd need cash for other, more important things. Like food. And fixing his car. No matter how much Mordred would grumble about leaving that behind, it just wasn't worth it for him.
Pussy.
'Shut up. It's not like this'll matter, or she's wearing a skirt.'
You're still a pussy.
With that Law started to browse through the food court, settling on getting both Mordred and himself a couple slices of pizza to go. It wasn't much but Law was starting to feel the crash coming on from staying up for the last few days. He felt like utter and total shit, and without question he was going to after this immediately go and find some cheap as shit motel to crash in. Never mind that he had a few thousand in spending money, from the wallets of a few of his killers (Turns out drug pushers do carry a lot of dough), he wasn't going to waste it on something he didn't need at the moment.
Handing Mordred the paper plate with her slice on it he started munching on his.