/o/ I packed his trunk for his very first game on DW ;3; what a big boy!

[vincere_mors]

...

The only reason I'm opening what you packed is because my gun is in there.




...


It's loaded.

Comments

[lord_of_misrule]

Those unexplainable briefs had best be staying on your side, roommate.

[vincere_mors]

Stay on yours.

I care not for what you do, or the idiotic ways in which you do them –– but do not come on my side. [Even for his kitty briefs :| ]

[lord_of_misrule]

I go when and where I wish in whatever form pleases me. You are not dictator of the room. There may be exceptionally good reason for me to venture to your side, Vincent.

[Or it may just be an illusion and he's trolling you, but isn't THAT an exceptionally good reason in itself? Yes it is.]

[vincere_mors]

[Your threats do nothing to ruffle his feathers –– ba-caw!]

...

If your form doesn't belong in the room, I will shoot you.

[lord_of_misrule]

It's rather adorable how you think that's a threat. I'd like for you to try, Vinny, as the look on your face when your bullets do absolutely nil to me will absolutely be worth a laugh.

[vincere_mors]

[He's quiet a moment, staring - contemplating -, and yet all he can say is;]

You must make your family proud.

[lord_of_misrule]

[...how dare you.]

My family all adore me, naturally. And yours? Threatening your roommates and wearing unexplainable briefs.

[uotani]

Plannin' on using it?

[vincere_mors]

Yes.

[uotani]

That probably won't earn you very many friends.

[vincere_mors]

You're most likely right.

[uotani]

The loner type, huh? Just make sure they deserve it and hide the evidence.

[vincere_mors]

Some deserve much more.

[denigrator]

I have one myself. I find they often come in handy.

D8 ... BUM BUM BUMMMMM >o<!

[vincere_mors]

[Too handy..]

Your bullets come in full circle.

Dun dun dunnnnn :D

[denigrator]

[Indeed, a gun has served him very well, in the past.]

Do they? Yes, perhaps they do, if not in the way you mean. They might hit their targets a second time.

It was no mere bullet that killed me, it was something else entirely. I don't expect you to understand. You're no scientist.

[vincere_mors]

There is little to do with understanding insanity then there is in dealing with it.

I'm what comes your way. I am what will come your way again.

[denigrator]

Insanity. A charge often leveled at the visionary, and one I take no notice of!

Nor do I take any notice of poetic pronouncements and other such drivel.

[vincere_mors]

Amiss of devotion, sincerity, humanity. The truth of a monster lies within his virtues––

None greater than yourself.

[heavenlygarden]

[She isn't sure how to broach the topic of guns, so...]

How have you been, Vincent?

[vincere_mors]

[Nor is he to broach the topic of ghosts –– he feels both a ghost and also haunted, when in the presence of yourself.]

I have been.

...

Aerith? [How have you been.. Yet the words seem ridiculous to share.. she has been.. gone.]

[heavenlygarden]

Being is good! That's a start, at least. [A bright smile.]

Hm? [But she knows.] I'm okay, I promise.

[vincere_mors]

[A small nod..]

Where.. [His eyes advert.] Are you?

[heavenlygarden]

At a place called Anatole. [Tilting her head.] It's strange, but I've made friends. I even have another garden!

[And her own monster. Imagine a pissed off Cetra.]

[vincere_mors]

[The garden must truly flourish with Aerith's touch, Vincent considers her gift of knowledge, of intuition, to Gaia.. and wonders if she still hears the planet in this.. Anatole.]

That is good.