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genessia2014-02-07 05:23 pm
whos_this_bitch) wrote in genessia2014-02-07 05:23 pm
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[Log] | WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS, OH WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS?
WHO: God, Skeletor [closed]
WHAT: Therapy, unionising talk, Skeletor wishing for hair just so he could tear it out.
WHEN: 7/2/14, pm
WHERE: Well, she's in a cage over lava.
NOTES: Pure, unadulterated Skeletor trolling. This is what you get when you mess with her subcity.
She's been here in this cage above this lava for a few days now, and she's been slowly driving her captor mad and she knows it. Now, Skeletor's left her alone with a guard, but naturally, she's not going to just leave it at that. Today, she decides to up the game, gently mentally prodding her guard until she gets a response.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Over and over until she gets the desired response. And slowly, but surely, she pulls him into conversation.
Not long after she's got his attention, She's filled the poor, easily manipulated creature's head with talks of mutton and sleep days and healed injuries and rights. Naturally, the idea of mutton spreads like wildfire. Food. She'd actually had to keep using that, she's pretty sure the other ideas haven't stuck. However, it's enough. Especially when she hears him finally come back to the lair, and sends them up to meet him after going over the basics once again.
So, he's greeted by a line of little glaring goblins. One of them even has a little wooden sign with a crudely drawn sheep, no handle, just a plank of wood held above it's head. It looks like a child's drawing of a cloud with a black smudge of ash for a head. Not even legs. Clearly, it's been hastily done.
He'll be able to hear her clearly from above, God making sure he knows it was her by letting him hear her prompt:
What do you want?
The returning cry is.... mostly synchronised.
"MORE MUTTON!"
When do you want it?
This time, they're a little more in synch.
"MORE MUTTON!"
In her cage, she's just going to shrug. Close enough.
WHAT: Therapy, unionising talk, Skeletor wishing for hair just so he could tear it out.
WHEN: 7/2/14, pm
WHERE: Well, she's in a cage over lava.
NOTES: Pure, unadulterated Skeletor trolling. This is what you get when you mess with her subcity.
She's been here in this cage above this lava for a few days now, and she's been slowly driving her captor mad and she knows it. Now, Skeletor's left her alone with a guard, but naturally, she's not going to just leave it at that. Today, she decides to up the game, gently mentally prodding her guard until she gets a response.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Over and over until she gets the desired response. And slowly, but surely, she pulls him into conversation.
Not long after she's got his attention, She's filled the poor, easily manipulated creature's head with talks of mutton and sleep days and healed injuries and rights. Naturally, the idea of mutton spreads like wildfire. Food. She'd actually had to keep using that, she's pretty sure the other ideas haven't stuck. However, it's enough. Especially when she hears him finally come back to the lair, and sends them up to meet him after going over the basics once again.
So, he's greeted by a line of little glaring goblins. One of them even has a little wooden sign with a crudely drawn sheep, no handle, just a plank of wood held above it's head. It looks like a child's drawing of a cloud with a black smudge of ash for a head. Not even legs. Clearly, it's been hastily done.
He'll be able to hear her clearly from above, God making sure he knows it was her by letting him hear her prompt:
What do you want?
The returning cry is.... mostly synchronised.
"MORE MUTTON!"
When do you want it?
This time, they're a little more in synch.
"MORE MUTTON!"
In her cage, she's just going to shrug. Close enough.