"…No." Good to know this place apparently wasn’t any less bizarre than the one he had left. Perhaps tomorrow a whale would fall out of the sky. "Processed corpses, in some areas." But he’d put a stop to that handily enough.

     "I will keep that in mind." He wasn’t made for anything other than combat, after all - the only ‘service’ he could really offer was in beating things to death, which had served him perfectly well in the Zones, but here…well, he might just have to resort to ripping out a few spines, if necessary. That is if they didn’t literally grow on trees in this backwards place.

     "…thank you. You have been helpful."

Earl smiled and saluted again. “That’s my job!” he said. “Well, that and cooking.” he added with a laugh. “No, but, if you need help getting around, you can always just contact me.” he said. “You can just shout a mixed Japanese-American phrase into the north sky and I’ll be there.”

     He had no idea what a 'Japanese-American' was, nor why shouting into the sky was supposed to help him in any way, but he nodded in acknowledgement, then pushed himself to his feet. Evidently he had to locate some spines, or some other means of currency - he could smell rain, and while he could just as easily shelter from it under an overpass, he had no way of knowing what other bizarre creature might call a place like that home. Perhaps these 'apartments' would prove fruitful.

     "Perhaps we'll meet again." In the case of some characters that was an inevitability, but here at least he wouldn't find that a source of irritation, having yet to find a reason to consider Earl a waste of his time. Rare, that. He tapped a parting salute to the bill of his cap, then took his leave, thoughts fixed somewhere between a Smiling God, a dead mission, and hordes of mute children.

I guess I was in the mood for OFF, tonight.

ive been thinking about this for THREE DAYS im gomen

here I found it purgatxrium

Mortis be praised.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via claircouteau)

batter with big teeth is best

thats this batter right here

So much OFF

by PetiteCreme

My character is hearing voices inside their head telling them to do things. What are the voices saying?

submitted by ~ anonymous, clarified by cutestandstrongest 

ZONE 3

Purgatxrium needs to leave.

"No, no— you misunderstand, dear Batter. That is the point.” you answer, huffing. “You have nothing I want, really.”

The items on the counter remind you that he still needs to put those away. Why did he even bother taking them to the counter? You’d think with the lack of price labels on the shelves, he’d get the idea that you don’t want anything from him. In reality, you are just testing the waters. You want to see just how lenient he’ll be before he expressions true irritation, let alone hostility. "By the by, you should take your items now. What are you waiting for? I do not know why you are just standing there."

     "You urge me not to give up so easily, only to tell me you have no reason to help." He snorted, removing his purchase from the counter and storing the items on his person with long-practiced efficiency. "N'avez-vous jamais appris à ne pas narguer tigres?" He didn't care to be toyed with, to be prodded at like a child throwing pebbles at a stray just to see what it would do. He had no patience for such things, nor for beating down mouthy merchants for such petty offenses. If that was what this Zacharie wanted, he would not get it - not for this. And as a show of such, he leaned across the counter as he wrapped one clawed hand around the handle of his bat and reclaimed it.

     "Do not look for fights you can't win." He grunted, then stepped back from the counter, turned neatly on his heel and made for the door. "Loose in your file, or back in my own - that's your choice now. Yours or Theirs. I don't care which."

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones