#trine4

Brawl Game, I am ranting again, why am I ranting so much lately. I just wanna enjoy MLBB.

This is really not a daily occurrence thing but often enough to get on my nerves. So for awhile ago I played quite a many Brawl Games. And when you are on a roll then you are. Sometimes you will get lose streaks and there is nothing that  you can do about it.

So I finally get to use Cecilion in Brawl and I was a happy Human until Granger or Saber one of them during the game and told us he will kill us (all of us, due to we killing them) and cursed etc.. [to be honest 9 kills aren’t even counted as many kills in Brawl so I don’t get why they get so butthurt] So as you can see I just can’t keep my mouth shut so when the game ended, I was trying to be funny and told him I am still alive, because after what he said he never killed us again during the match. So that is how they refute, it took me a second to realise he was talking to me too. 

My friends would never stay silent when they go foul mouth against us. But there it goes 5 vs 5 challenge etc.. Why can’t people just chill and play the game. And no I didn’t engage in any silly 5 vs 5 match with them, if you wonder why, because I don’t even have 5 friends who I can play with, also not in a squad either so that is just a silly challenge in my eyes. 

Even before the match started you can tell in a brawl game with 5 long-range (whatnot 4 mages) vs 5 physical whereas, the mages side will win for sure unless the side with physicals are really good at being aggressive pushing. 

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“I can feel a number of emotions.” 

A single brow arched, vague annoyance curling through him at the question: partially at the other’s assumption that he was an emotionless husk, partially at being forced to acknowledge the fact that he wasn’t. 

As much as he loathed it, appearing as such was far more… preferred. 

Emotions were weakness: something to be exploited by enemies. Care, affection, a number of such dreadful things were nothing but trouble to be latched onto by the darker parts of the world, and twisted, manipulated, and taken advantage of. 

He knew all too well, what happened to those who showed such weakness. 

A sip of the wine that was held between monochrome fingers, and he finally answered the other half of her question, musing over each scripted word as it slipped past his lips. 

“I suppose apathy does not count, nor does annoyance, hm?” His expression smoothed, crimson trained on the glass in his hand, wine swirling, clinging to glass as it ran up the sides. 

“Sadism doesn’t quite count as an emotion, but it would be quite accurate.” 

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The assumption he took pleasure in it was met with an arched brow, annoyance creasing his features ever so slightly as he snapped the book closed, attention turning fully to the other with a crack of his ever-injured neck. 

                      “I don’t.”

The answer was simple, spoken in a light voice that made it evident that he hadn’t finished his explanation. Glass of that ever-suspicious red liquid appeared between monochrome fingers, crimson trained on the liquid as he twisted the glass, allowing it to swish up the sides. 

     “I could not care less about this, in all honesty.              Wilford requested I give this a try, and so I did.” 

He hadn’t deleted the blog afterwards because his lovelies had seemed to enjoy his presence - a closer position like this meant a better handle on those that were his, after all. He could keep an eye on them, and insure their loyalty. 

         Wilford hadn’t been at all wrong in the suggestion. 

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“I have felt and on occasion do feel many emotions beyond hatred and sadistic urges. Contentment and even amusement are no strangers to me.” 

The words avoided the follow up question. Love, happiness… Those emotions were so heinous. So inconvenient. With love came attachment to what your affections were trained on, and with attachment came weakness. With attachment came something to be exploited, a way to hurt you. In giving in and loving someone, you opened your heart to be hurt by the very being you loved. 

These things. Love, attachment. Care. They were emotions the figment refused to acknowledge any longer. 

His thoughts flickered to Anti, to Wilford, to William, mind flickering and curling around memories as a wildfire would a longstanding tree, burning away at them with the pain that laced each one. 

                Hobbies. 

                       People. 

Memories that were nothing but torment - even ones laced with happy connotations, ruined by the knowledge of what was inevitable. 

         Marc’s face flashed in his mind’s eye for the briefest of moments. 

                      Betrayal. 

                           Death. 

                                Madness. 

The happy memories formed with the few things he did find contentment in, would eventually be erased by pain. It was the circle of Dark Iplier’s life. It was inevitable. 

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A hum passed pale lips as he rolled the simple question over in his mind, musing it over as he rolled his shoulders, cracks sounding through the room. Several moments passed before his head finally pitched forward, crimson narrowed as sharp gaze landed on the other. 

                 “No.” 

Because he wasn’t, now was he? No, the bad guy was precious ‘Marc’. Oh how those morons applauded his faux demeanor…