Re: The Sarcophagus Legion IV
Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 12:21 pm
The draconian stares down at the little gnome for a few seconds in silence before his left eye begins to twitch slightly. Throwing his hands up into the air, he says emphatically, "#$%@!"
This seems to begin a somewhat long-winded rant. "I don't @#$%ing believe this! I can't believe that I have to deal with this $#!+ on top of everything else. All of godsdamned Khur is in danger of being overrun with the undead, and these little $#!+s want to stand around and argue with me, ME, the mother@#$%er who just saved their lives. @#$%!" He seems to really like that word.
"Karkat," the sole female of the group says, "remember your temper."
"Don't! Don't even start with that $#!+, Safa. I don't want to @#$%ing hear it! I'm just trying to appreciate the godsdamned irony of this whole thing. Truly, the gods have a sense of humor. I hope they are finding it hi-@#$%ing-larious that the fate of the entire nation is to be put in the hands of argumentative, whiny little fleshbag hatchlings who can't even handle a @#$%ing beetle on their own. @#$%! Fine, whatever! I don't give a @#$% anymore. Kadeem! Namir!" he says, pointing to two of his men. "Let's go. We're the godsdamned pest control now, apparently." He draws his blades, a rather nasty looking pair of daggers with jagged teeth all along the blades. He and the two men he called then head toward the pit.
"Do not mind him," Safa says, attempting to hide her grin. "He is always like that."
"I @#$%ing heard that!" he calls back.
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(OOC: If anyone wishes to assist, they can. Otherwise, Karkat and his men will deal with the beetle alone.)
This seems to begin a somewhat long-winded rant. "I don't @#$%ing believe this! I can't believe that I have to deal with this $#!+ on top of everything else. All of godsdamned Khur is in danger of being overrun with the undead, and these little $#!+s want to stand around and argue with me, ME, the mother@#$%er who just saved their lives. @#$%!" He seems to really like that word.
"Karkat," the sole female of the group says, "remember your temper."
"Don't! Don't even start with that $#!+, Safa. I don't want to @#$%ing hear it! I'm just trying to appreciate the godsdamned irony of this whole thing. Truly, the gods have a sense of humor. I hope they are finding it hi-@#$%ing-larious that the fate of the entire nation is to be put in the hands of argumentative, whiny little fleshbag hatchlings who can't even handle a @#$%ing beetle on their own. @#$%! Fine, whatever! I don't give a @#$% anymore. Kadeem! Namir!" he says, pointing to two of his men. "Let's go. We're the godsdamned pest control now, apparently." He draws his blades, a rather nasty looking pair of daggers with jagged teeth all along the blades. He and the two men he called then head toward the pit.
"Do not mind him," Safa says, attempting to hide her grin. "He is always like that."
"I @#$%ing heard that!" he calls back.
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(OOC: If anyone wishes to assist, they can. Otherwise, Karkat and his men will deal with the beetle alone.)