"what are you on about?" he just stared at her bored
“Just get out of my sight child.”
"if i asked for an evaluation from miss "i dress like an emo kid and wield dark powers so that makes me entitled to just corrupting someone because i need something" then you need to hop off this metaphorical high horse you've placed yourself upon and return to the reality that you are not all powerful and that your insults and threats are about as effective as trying to slap a robot"
They went to comfort tweek
Her form seems to shift as her demon subsides. “I’m sorry, did you say something? I don’t remember the last few minutes.”
(She sometimes has demonic blackouts. Part of her PTSD and not being able to fully control her extensive magic power)
(She sometimes has demonic blackouts. Part of her PTSD and not being able to fully control her extensive magic power)
"your demon form took over wanted to corrupt someone i said no they threw the classic insult ive heard about eighty censored times now"
"People sure do fight a lot at this bar", she said as she risen her head from the bar counter.
They watched everyone
Shade Waker wrote:
"your demon form took over wanted to corrupt someone i said no they threw the classic insult ive heard about eighty censored times now"
Willow blinks. “I apologize…. My PTSD makes it harder for me to control my magic…. It is my fault, please forgive me.”
"meh i ain't upset" still had the "i really don't care" look on his face
"Jesus man, everyone's fighting" He told fig
"I'm pretty sure everyone gets into fights" they replied to tweek
Willow goes outside and starts destroying the forest as her memories consume her. The death of her killers, the sacrifice of her parents…
"Well, expect chaos within bars", Noros added in as a small black cat went to sit on his shoulder.
they ran outside "OI--" they seemed panicked
"this is just tuesday" he just sipped his tea
they proceeded to grab a nest of baby birds
"put the birds down"
(I half expected Shade or Noros to try and help, but then I remembered that Shade doesn’t even care about himself, let alone someone else, and Noros doens’t know much about Willow’s past)
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