07-01-2017, 05:55 PM
“So, we’re just not going to talk about this at all?”
Graw, having been thoroughly distracted by the arrival of a bloodied beanpole, had taken to leading our little squadron. Normally I wouldn’t stand for a little gumdrop person and her shirtless buddy acting as our leaders, but with my bum knee I didn’t really have a leg to stand on either literally or metaphorically.
“I guesss not,” Cell answered, shrugging. “Seemss to be a friend of herss, and the dude issn’t trying to kill uss on ssight, sso why rock the boat?”
I eyed the barechested muscleman and his weird...drum things with contempt before speaking. “Yeah, I guess so. But for the record I’m not happy about it. He’s kinda being a dick to little Graw.”
“Aw, you care about the little hellsspawn,” Cell chuckled, punching my shoulder. “Adorable, but keep it in your pantss.”
“Try to keep up, lackeys,” ‘God Enel’ boomed before I could respond, casting a pompous gaze over his shoulder. “Quickly now.”
“Lackeys?” I asked, my blood pressure rising. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Graw spun around, gazing pleadingly into my eyes. “That’s God Enel, he’s an actual God who controls lightning! Please try to be nice.”
I furrowed my brow. “So this shirtless guy with 3-foot earlobes is some kind of Thor wannabe?”
Not-so-little Drummer Boy seemed to be either ignoring me or not bothering to pay any attention, his loping stride continuing, spurring us forward faster than my knee could comfortably match. Something told me this wasn’t an accident, else he just genuinely couldn’t be bothered to notice my injury. I leaned on our recently departed comrade’s chrome baton, the support providing me a modicum of relief.
“Just shut the f-UUUCK up,” Cell replied warily. “I don’t like him either but if we get jumped by Eldritch Papa and his sservant girl, we’re going to need the back up.”
I sighed in resignation, popping open my waterskin and dumping some of the clean tap water over my bloody hands. “Fine, whatever.”
Graw, having been thoroughly distracted by the arrival of a bloodied beanpole, had taken to leading our little squadron. Normally I wouldn’t stand for a little gumdrop person and her shirtless buddy acting as our leaders, but with my bum knee I didn’t really have a leg to stand on either literally or metaphorically.
“I guesss not,” Cell answered, shrugging. “Seemss to be a friend of herss, and the dude issn’t trying to kill uss on ssight, sso why rock the boat?”
I eyed the barechested muscleman and his weird...drum things with contempt before speaking. “Yeah, I guess so. But for the record I’m not happy about it. He’s kinda being a dick to little Graw.”
“Aw, you care about the little hellsspawn,” Cell chuckled, punching my shoulder. “Adorable, but keep it in your pantss.”
“Try to keep up, lackeys,” ‘God Enel’ boomed before I could respond, casting a pompous gaze over his shoulder. “Quickly now.”
“Lackeys?” I asked, my blood pressure rising. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Graw spun around, gazing pleadingly into my eyes. “That’s God Enel, he’s an actual God who controls lightning! Please try to be nice.”
I furrowed my brow. “So this shirtless guy with 3-foot earlobes is some kind of Thor wannabe?”
Not-so-little Drummer Boy seemed to be either ignoring me or not bothering to pay any attention, his loping stride continuing, spurring us forward faster than my knee could comfortably match. Something told me this wasn’t an accident, else he just genuinely couldn’t be bothered to notice my injury. I leaned on our recently departed comrade’s chrome baton, the support providing me a modicum of relief.
“Just shut the f-UUUCK up,” Cell replied warily. “I don’t like him either but if we get jumped by Eldritch Papa and his sservant girl, we’re going to need the back up.”
I sighed in resignation, popping open my waterskin and dumping some of the clean tap water over my bloody hands. “Fine, whatever.”
Quote:Team CAGE (God and Pals) moving from C16 to C2.
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