#pyroes

I dIslike thEm mUch mOre thAn I dIslike dEstal.

[Zurlov rolled his eyes at that, looking exhausted and worse-for-wear. He had a pretty heavy limp and one arm around his ribs, wincing with every step.]

[But I thought you liked cutesy things?]

I don’t w)-(en it’s obviously to stall from my plans. Let’s get back to business. And before you decide to do t)-(e clic)-(e and overdone, yes, I can )-(ear you.

[Wasn’t going to. Alright then. We find ourselves back in the present, back to the familiar and rapidly deteriorating. Xerost is drinking a cocktail, looking elegant and godlike. Prodal is on the ground close by, playing with some toys. He’s been under careful watch, what with the local loose cannons around. Chained to the leg of the coffee table is Zurlov, kneeling unmovingly and staring at the ground. He’s significantly weaker than before- Pyroes has to get blood from somewhere, after all, and Fuuror needs entertainment now that he’s not allowed back down in the sub basement. Pennoe is doing god-knows-what to Minera right now. Is that sufficient?]

Perfectly. I t)-(ink we’ve got a working partners)-(ip.

[Don’t hold your breath.]

Xerost was, in his opinion, having delusions of grandeur. He hadn’t even revealed his plan yet, because “the stars had yet to align.” Pennoe was just outright insane and intolerable. She had no class, wasn’t even a rainbowdrinker.

And yet he was stuck with them, pulled along into their plan and forced to go along with it for sheer lack of other options. There was nothing else for him, but there was hardly anything for him here.

ah yes, the Let’s Murder Destal For Existing, That Little Bitch squad.

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

I hAve nOne.