Future plottings and time at thewake

[kingofnightmares]

While I don't mind this idea... I'm not looking forward to the aftermath. I'm sick of running away with my tail between my legs.

However, the change in my living arrangements are adequate. Underground tunnels and all. It's similar to my lair. Just needs a little sprucing up and I should feel right at home in Nautilus. They'll know of my name in due time. It might not be earth, but it's where I reside now.

I won't be forgotten this time.

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[bwahahahaha]

What use is their to...nightmares.

To be truly feared, you must hold presence in the physical world. Really, go on. Spread your wings. Kill someone.

[kingofnightmares]

And have half of the place on my case about it? It's hard enough when I have the Guardians on my tail as is.

But, no, I don't think so. I'll stick with my nightmares.

whoops did not notice that typo........

[bwahahahaha]

[Grumbling a little in distaste but oh well.]

Guardians you say. I too understand that situation; an accursed samurai often shows up at every corner attempting to vanquish me.

It is so much easier here where he is not around to meddle.

S'all good! We all make typos.

[kingofnightmares]

[Sorry, Pitch just has to stare for a moment. Because.]

A single samurai? Really?

[bwahahahaha]

[Well, when you put it that way...]

He is...armed with the only weapon capable of defeating me.

Without that he could not hope to stand against me.

[kingofnightmares]

How exactly did he get the only weapon which could destroy you?

[wintershepherd]

There's got to be something better than tunnels. How about a nice tower?

[kingofnightmares]

And be close to the sun?

Too much light.

[wintershepherd]

They make these things called curtains.

[ Now Jack is picturing Pitch picking out curtains with little flowers on them. WELP BRB LAUGHING ]

[kingofnightmares]

Sun still filters through them. [A little.]

Besides, the tunnels remind me of home.

[wintershepherd]

[ The fact that he actually got a serious answer and the mention of Pitch's lair does quash Jack's mirth quickly. ]

You're planning on settling in there?

[kingofnightmares]

Yes.

[It's dark, away from people, and he can stay there in peace. A perfect home for the boogeyman.]

[wintershepherd]

You're not planning to pull the same thing as before, are you?

[kingofnightmares]

I won't be cast aside again. As I said before, I'm tired of hiding under the bed. My name will be known.

[wintershepherd]

And maybe you need to try something different, because it hasn't worked so great for you lately.

[dj_mort]

Aftermath, huh? Sounds like the 'let's plot evil things to do to our muses' bug is really catching on.

[kingofnightmares]

It's not exactly directed towards me, per say, but.

Well, I suppose you'll see in time.

[dj_mort]

I really don't like the sounds of that.

[kingofnightmares]

Oh it won't happen for a while. You don't have to worry.

[For now at least.]

[dj_mort]

...[REALLY DOES NOT LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT, PITCH.]

As long as it isn't more trouble for me...because I'm just about to step into a bunch of that.

[kingofnightmares]

...Indirectly it might.

[dj_mort]

Fan-freaking-tastic! [Hands go up in the air in disgust.] Bring it on, man! At this rate, why not!

[kingofnightmares]

In time.

Might not be for a few weeks. Perhaps months.

[dj_mort]

...At least life isn't boring in Nautilus. [He'll just be over here, facepalming himself to death. kthx.]