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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 7, 2018 20:08:12 GMT -8
...Why he's here?
As far as he knows, "Horus" is here because the wish granting... thing sent him here after granting his wish, then telling him that he can never leave... was it payment for his request maybe? But what should he tell this rather mature doppelganger?
"...Not entirely. One moment I was released into a dark chamber, the next thrown into a nightmare, and then sent here. I can only guess that the one who granted my wish sent me here. I do not know why they wanted me here."
He figures if he appears vulnerable enough, he can make these people underestimate him, and let their guard down. Appearing trustworthy seems like the most strategically sound option for now, especially considering how little advantages he currently has here...
...wherever here is.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 8, 2018 21:42:59 GMT -8
"Horus" blinks, confused.
"Something... important? I'm, not entirely sure." There is a slight stumble in his words.
This growing tenseness is slightly unexpected... but nothing he can't handle... right?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 8, 2018 22:04:14 GMT -8
"...Why do you need to know something like that? How do you even..."
"Horus" tries to think back to that fateful day back in the session... He should be able to remember that, right?
Honestly, this creep is starting to freak him out. Then again, what if he really is an older version of the boy? it would explain why he knows enough key details like that...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 8, 2018 22:32:01 GMT -8
"..." He scowls to the side in a defensive manner. This was not supposed to happen...
"Horus" puts his cheap-ass act back on.
"...You're correct. There's nothing particularly special about me. I'd rather keep my true name to myself however."
Phew, that should cover him for now.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 8, 2018 23:02:05 GMT -8
Wait a fucking minute... That bitch can't be Chronos, he's ███████!
...Wait, fuck. That's not supposed to happen.
"............."
"Horus" has this almost angry, completely dumbfounded look on his face right about now.
It looks like he's been played.
This Chronos bitch is going to pay... eventually.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 9, 2018 0:15:25 GMT -8
"Horus" just stands there in shock and horror, watching this asshole who's taken his identity.
What can he even do? Does he even have any tricks left up his sleeve to gain an upper hand?
"....."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 10, 2018 23:57:01 GMT -8
"Horus" finally gets a hold of himself. He can't hold back anymore, he's gotta do something against this bitch. This is a manner of honor and dignity for fuck's sake!
That look of shock soon turns straight into anger as he throws his empty plate straight at "Chronos"'s face!
The porcelain discus zips across the length of the table, towards its target...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 11, 2018 0:47:41 GMT -8
fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
"Horus" quickly tries to duck beneath the table to dodge the plate!
"YOU'RE THE FUCKING BITCH WHO TOOK MY NAME! GIVE IT BACK!"
There seems to be a certain instability in his tone of voice...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 11, 2018 10:41:04 GMT -8
"Horus" is lurched up, just in time to get hit by that plate. He doesn't even have time to react when slammed down afterwards.
It hurts... the stinging pain hurts...
Soon enough, the food projectiles hit their mark, to add insult to injury.
"...fuck you and fuck your face grabbing name stealing style cramping ass." he raises his middle finger in protest, from his spot on the ground.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 11, 2018 14:58:50 GMT -8
A crunch, followed by a scream.
"aaAAAAAAAΔΔΔΔΔΔΔAAGH!!!!" he withdraws his injured finger, only to get kicked by a flash-stepping asshole just seconds(?) later.
"Horus" lies there in pain, tears starting to leak from his eyes.
He's forgotten how painful living can really be. There's not much he can do at this point.
"...aaaggghhh.... whyyyy..... why does it hurt so much..... you bitch...."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 11, 2018 19:48:56 GMT -8
Stomped and stomped on over and over, there's pain and agony in great supply. Something probably broke even.
What's worse is, "Horus" can't even do anything about it. Well, it does make him vomit, but that likely isn't going to do much aside from get puke in the grass. It's... kinda gross. All the contents of that plate of food he ate earlier, now a disgusting mess.
This is the worst day ever...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 11, 2018 23:45:23 GMT -8
Minutes pass. eventually though, "Horus" struggles to get up, despite the aches and pains from being stomped so many times. He coughs quite a bit, an amount of blood present.
Why do bodily fluids have to be so disgusting...
Wiping the crud off his face, he sits there in the grass, shaken by the violent encounter.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 19, 2018 21:36:43 GMT -8
"Horus" glances over at the girl in red. Something just below the surface draws his attention to her pained disposition, but his own pain seems to distract him too much.
He coughs and clears his throat, slight specks of blood present in his saliva.
"...that bitch took my name... who the, hell am I supposed to be now..." he mutters to himself.
Is this what his life is going to be? Getting the tar beat out of him by a crass phony? Is this what the monkey's paw hath wrought for his destiny?
...he wonders if this girl in red had also been beaten by this bitch, not that he particularly cares. Maybe as a bargaining chip, but she's far too weak in her current state to do much for him...
Then again, she might know some magic. It's best not to underestimate the frail, for some have far more strength in other avenues unseen.
"...conserve your strength... I can manage..." "Horus" coughs again. It burns.
Once he gets that fool who stole his identity, he's going to make him regret it.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 21, 2018 1:17:50 GMT -8
Lost in a daze of a bygone time, "Horus" emerges from his reverie to find his injuries reversed.
He blinks, and then looks over at her.
...It seems she is good for something after all.
The memory of the wanton carnage is still relatively fresh in his mind. A familiar rush washes over him.
For a moment, he wonders, if this frail girl in front of him would scream like the previous victim he had just remembered.
But, he has more important things to tend to, and she may still have greater uses before he allows himself to discard her.
His bloodlust will have to wait to be satisfied.
"...that's quite the talent you have." he remarks.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 22, 2018 1:12:22 GMT -8
"Horus" looks around and pauses for a moment. What will he do?
Well, for one, he'd like to be able to kick "Chronos"'s ass.
"hmm... well, I am quite new to this place... while I'd like to get back at that crass poser for his actions against me, I am not nearly powerful enough to take him on yet..."
Another thoughtful pause. "Horus" runs his hands through his hair.
"by the way, what is your name?"
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