On game shenanigans

[mightcontrolled]

[To say that he's bemused with his player right now would be the understatement of the century. Evidently, it's not enough that he was brought in with severe injuries from his death that he still hasn't recovered from, or that he's been there for months and hasn't been able to fight. No. Now he gets to meet the broken shell that his brother becomes in the second installment of their canon.

Which is apparently crossing a huge line.

It's so bad that he isn't even saying anything. There's no scolding, no huffiness. Instead, there's only a silent, utterly hateful glare that says more than words ever could.]

Comments

[smaugthegolden]

Why so angry?

[mightcontrolled]

[It doesn't take long before his glare shifts from his player to the dragon.]

I'm not very fond of being toyed with.

[Whether that was an answer to Smaug's question or a warning not to mess with him at the moment, it's hard to say.]

hey friend hey friend hey

[staff_e]

[There's just a guy and his puppet looking at Vergil sympathetically. The puppet speaks.]

Muns. Amirite?

[The puppet's head tilts back as its mouth hangs open in exasperation. Or something like that.]

eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[mightcontrolled]

[What.

No, really.

W h a t.

He's just going to stare at you like this for...okay, basically ever.]

[staff_e]

[The guy stares back and the puppet's head tilts further back ever so slightly as its mouth opens more.]

...

[Well, Vergil? Is he right? IS HE?]