-- forgottenForsaken
 [FF]
 began pestering belligerentMachismo
 [BM]
 at 8:48 --


BM: WHAT

FF: GOOD EVENING CERRIS ITZELN

BM: HOLY S!HIT WHAT

FF: WHAT A LUCKY NIGHT FOR YOU

BM: .... OH MY GOD.

-- BM closes the window --

-- forgottenForsaken
 [FF]
 began pestering belligerentMachismo
 [BM]
 at 8:50 --


FF: YOURE GETTING A VERY SPECIAL VISIT TONIGHT CERRIS ITZELN

BM: FUCKW

BM: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EVEN WANT

BM: AND S!TOP CALLING ME THAT

BM: IT MAKES! ME TWITCH

FF: IN ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS ACTUALLY

FF: I HOPE YOU HAVE YOUR PAILS READY FOR COLLECTION

FF: IT WOULD BE SUCH A SHAME OTHERWISE

BM: .

BM: .

BM: .

BM: what

FF: IM HEEEEEEEEERE

FF: [A sudden flash of lightning illuminates the dark to reveal a towering figured covered in thorny armor, a massive filial pail clutched in each gauntleted hand.]

FF: NOBODY RUNS FROM US

BM: [Itzeln is effectively scared shitless. He loses interest in his computer for a moment, to stare at where he could have S!WORN someone was standing.]

BM: [The alert for a new messege seems really obnoxious right now.[

BM: *]

FF: [There is a crunch of leaves directly behind Itzeln, and a gauntlet comes to rest on his shoulder.] Cerris Itzeln. I will be your Drone for the evening. Shall we begin the... festivities?

BM: [Itzeln jumps at the touch, letting out a terrified strangled-sounding noise, before attempting to scramble away from the (Oh my god holy shit so fucking tall) Imperial Drone. He can't form any words with any sort of consistancy.]

FF: [It walks forward slowly, dropping the pails to the ground with loud thuds, betraying their deceptive weight even when empty. An enormous axe appears as he swings his arm out to the side.] Of course, I wouldn't expect a pathetic hive-abandoning fishface to find a matesprit or kismesis.

BM: [Itzeln backs up against a tree, purple tears pooling in his eyes. He could barely formulate a reply.] I-I... I'm not, a fishface... [(But even then, it was one hell of a shitty reply.)]

FF: [The figure looms, approaching slowly, steadily, axe dragging along the ground.] Oh, but you are! But you know, I could always arrange it otherwise... [A gauntlet comes down, caressing her face, then takes her left gill a little too roughly.]

BM: [Itzeln attempted to back away further as the other approached. However, she only managed to back up against a tree, fearfully, while the other just closed the distance between them.]

BM: [S!he winced at the touch, and flinched away- but then he grabbed a hold of her gill- and as if snapped out of a trance, she began cursing.] OW! S!hit, let go of me!! What the hell are you even--

FF: [The clawed gauntlet suddenly tore roughly, ripping the gill clean off of Cerris' face.]

FF: [The drone lifted up the gill, examining it thoughtfully, and a smile spread on his face, sharp teeth visible in the dark recesses of his helmet as he slammed his fist into her throat, pinning her to the tree as he reached up and took hold of her other gill.]

BM: [Itzeln would have screamed, had she not been suddenly pinned against a tree. S!he settled for a rather choked off and pathetic sound, and squirming (although it did nothing against the iron grip of the older troll.)]

FF: [He grinned, leaning down to hiss softly in her ear.] Of course, you aren't actually on my schedule for another sweep. AdjutorObedientiary sends her regards. [He tore the other gill off, laughing quietly as he released her throat, tossing both of them into his Calignious pail.]

BM: [Itzeln didn't reply. No, she was too busy whimpering quietly in pain, and being generally pathetic. Funny how such a prideful asshole was so easily reduced to a sobbing, bleeding mess.]

FF: [He smiled, looking back, and turned, slamming his fist into Itzeln's jaw with enough force to knock out a couple of teeth.] Have a really nice sweep. [He picked up his pails, and began to whistle merrily to himself as he wandered out of the woods.]

FF: (Wahaha.)

BM: (Fffffffff why is Adriel so awesome)