of course you'd be happy with that. how many people do you throw out on a daily basis? like 10?
[ And she'll be home, trying to exert some self-control by not ejecting the lady herself. ]
she's my new neighbor. she came over and now she wont leave. she's just sitting here talking about her cats and wanting me to babysit them. it's fucking HELL.
Less than you'd think. Leave it to me, but you'll owe me one.
[ Asura decides to go the whole hog for this. The first hint of his approach is the chanting. It has no audible source. It's forming in the mind directly, faint at first, but with every boom it gets louder. Jessica has been exposed to him so much, it's probably not even uncomfortable. Her neighbour, on the other hand, gets to feel it for the first time. The way the walls don't quite add up to the right amount anymore, the way the doors are at odd angles, the way the ceiling is a liquid that drips.
He appears in her apartment by looming over the neighbour, his jaws opening to a flood of hot spit, pouring like a waterfall. He's committing to the bit and wants to make sure this intruder never bothers Jessica again. And show her how far she is from these little people now. ]
Get... out...
[ Of course, there's nowhere to go, in the bizarre world he's projecting. Except the window, the one intact refuge. He's not going to throw her. He's going to make her jump.
He doesn't think Jessica is ready to accept murder as a casual inconvenience solver. Not yet- There's a squishy Clown at the bottom to cushion her fall. What a nice guy. ]
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[ He loves it when she's violent, towards him or others- he's on his way hardcore fast. ]
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[ And she'll be home, trying to exert some self-control by not ejecting the lady herself. ]
she's my new neighbor. she came over and now she wont leave. she's just sitting here talking about her cats and wanting me to babysit them. it's fucking HELL.
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[ Asura decides to go the whole hog for this. The first hint of his approach is the chanting. It has no audible source. It's forming in the mind directly, faint at first, but with every boom it gets louder. Jessica has been exposed to him so much, it's probably not even uncomfortable. Her neighbour, on the other hand, gets to feel it for the first time. The way the walls don't quite add up to the right amount anymore, the way the doors are at odd angles, the way the ceiling is a liquid that drips.
He appears in her apartment by looming over the neighbour, his jaws opening to a flood of hot spit, pouring like a waterfall. He's committing to the bit and wants to make sure this intruder never bothers Jessica again. And show her how far she is from these little people now. ]
Get... out...
[ Of course, there's nowhere to go, in the bizarre world he's projecting. Except the window, the one intact refuge. He's not going to throw her. He's going to make her jump.
He doesn't think Jessica is ready to accept murder as a casual inconvenience solver. Not yet- There's a squishy Clown at the bottom to cushion her fall. What a nice guy. ]