12-29-2017, 02:17 AM
“...and then after the guy walks away, Doom just leans over to me and says ‘What was his problem?’. Oh my god it was priceless!”
“He didn’t! He can’t possibly be that stuck up!?”
It had been a long time since Koal had had this much fun, but with friends like this, how could he not. Turns out that if you nudged him enough, Jacket was a pretty down to earth guy. Maybe a bit loud, but maybe that was just the alcohol. Yeah. Probably the alcohol.
Koal was currently doubled over the small, disgusting round table they were seated at, tears of mirth streaming down his face. It had been ages since he had laughed like this.
“Oh, you have no idea how much of a megalomaniac that guy is. But he’s decent. Or he was...” The Demon sobered up for a moment, his eyes losing their mirth and gardening as he remembered his and Dooms heated argument. They had slipped by the imperial forces, quite literally they had transformed into a techno colored streak for but a moment, and then Luci had lost consciousness, and then soon after died. For the brief period he had seen, she was a woman who deserved a modicum of respect. And he could see the grief behind the facade of happiness that Jacket was showing now. Doom had wanted to ditch, saying that she knew the stakes, and that Doom had payed her and owed her nothing. Just the thought of such a craven deed made Koal so angry that e could just-
“Holy shit dude! Your hand!”
Koals red eyes snapped down to his hand, which was holding shards of broken glass, crimson blood pouring out of the cuts and puncture wounds. He just stared and clenched the hand, gritting his teeth as any signs of humor disappeared and were replaced with a cold fury. He looked up into the slightly startled and confused eyes of his companion and he had to work his jaw around a few times before he could force the words out.
“That coward left us here, left a comrade to die. He left us to die. And didn’t even look back as he walked away.” His words were quiet, but Jacket found that he heard them just as if the dark-haired man had been shouting. Scarlet eyes smoldered as he pounded back the remaining liquor in his glass, and then stood up shakily.
“I’m gonna go outside and get some air. Yell if something happens.”
“He didn’t! He can’t possibly be that stuck up!?”
It had been a long time since Koal had had this much fun, but with friends like this, how could he not. Turns out that if you nudged him enough, Jacket was a pretty down to earth guy. Maybe a bit loud, but maybe that was just the alcohol. Yeah. Probably the alcohol.
Koal was currently doubled over the small, disgusting round table they were seated at, tears of mirth streaming down his face. It had been ages since he had laughed like this.
“Oh, you have no idea how much of a megalomaniac that guy is. But he’s decent. Or he was...” The Demon sobered up for a moment, his eyes losing their mirth and gardening as he remembered his and Dooms heated argument. They had slipped by the imperial forces, quite literally they had transformed into a techno colored streak for but a moment, and then Luci had lost consciousness, and then soon after died. For the brief period he had seen, she was a woman who deserved a modicum of respect. And he could see the grief behind the facade of happiness that Jacket was showing now. Doom had wanted to ditch, saying that she knew the stakes, and that Doom had payed her and owed her nothing. Just the thought of such a craven deed made Koal so angry that e could just-
“Holy shit dude! Your hand!”
Koals red eyes snapped down to his hand, which was holding shards of broken glass, crimson blood pouring out of the cuts and puncture wounds. He just stared and clenched the hand, gritting his teeth as any signs of humor disappeared and were replaced with a cold fury. He looked up into the slightly startled and confused eyes of his companion and he had to work his jaw around a few times before he could force the words out.
“That coward left us here, left a comrade to die. He left us to die. And didn’t even look back as he walked away.” His words were quiet, but Jacket found that he heard them just as if the dark-haired man had been shouting. Scarlet eyes smoldered as he pounded back the remaining liquor in his glass, and then stood up shakily.
“I’m gonna go outside and get some air. Yell if something happens.”
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables