All the Evil of the World

“Mod, Mod! Is it time, is it time?” The Avenger was almost too excited, all dressed up in his feline outfit (which was just a slightly taller version of Nyangra), practically bouncing around.

“Yes, it is time. For you to go, that is.”

“H-huh?! What the hell is the big ideaaaaaaa-”

And then the Avenger was punted into a different blog.

[Which is my way of saying that- It’s been a great run on this blog, but I’m tired of it being a sideblog, and blog hopping gets messy, so- I’m moving Angra, @forsakengold and @masterofbeastvi to...

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“Already got it covered~”

“Okay, rule 2. We’re both separate Avengers. No referring to each other with we. It’ll get confusing- You remember that time MHX popped up?”

So many Saberfaces.

“... Wait, isn’t that Tawrich?”

Send me "♡" for my muse to confess their feelings for your muse - romantic or not.

“.. I like you a lot; you’re a cute cat that I love teasing, but I think you really have to relax. Plus I just wanna pat your head so much, okay?”

"and how are we doing today?"

“Wondering something!”

Pause. Clap. Grin.

“Hello me, it’s me again~”

The Avenger had no idea how this was happening.

“Heh. Y’know, Master, I’m really not one for metaphors, but... hell, I think I get whatcha mean.” Mainly because this didn’t seem to be a metaphor. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t move forwards; this was the effect of a Noble Phantasm, he was certain.