forum The gang and the texts and the characters and chaos (closed)

Started May 17, 2022 by Deleted user

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Malcolm: Who the fuck are you and how did you manage to contact me? This fucking thing hasn’t worked in ages, and now it decides to work. What the fuck is going on?

Elijah (intense eyebrow raise before responding): hey man, just Elijah.

Malcolm: Well, Elijah, are you human? Or what some dumbasses I know would call ‘alien’?

Elijah: 🧐 I was human last I checked, homie. Last I checked.

Malcolm: I see. Fucking figures that a hacker would turn this fucking thing on and find me. Alright, Elijah, where the fuck is your camp of ‘saviors’, how many are with you, and where are you at? You can probably guess why I’m asking. After all, what remains of Humanity wants to kill me.

Amber: Listen, chick, you gotta chill. I’m in gc’s all the time, and it’s no big deal. So, like, chill… or I’ll make you.

Sadie: Steps in and looks around, before finally letting her gaze settle on Elijah, Amber and Malcolm
A figure in black also steps in, right on Sadie's heels. She holds up a hand to stop them moving any more.
Sadie: Waves Hello!

Shai: arrives and waves, mouth full of fish Heya!

Elijah: Grins when he sees Sadie and walks up behind her. Boo!

Malcolm: Wow. ‘Chick’ and ‘I’ll make you’. Is that all you can come up with? Fucking pathetic. I’m an old fucking man who doesn’t get around much, so fuck you, fuck off, and get fucked. Now, is this Elijah’s group of ‘saviors’? Is that all of you? If so, you fucks are goddamn stupid.

Elijah: Uh, no, no saviors.

Amber: Shai, fish? Really?

Shai: grins No, actually. This is a squid. A mollusc. NOT a fish. Tastes betetr than fish.

Amber Looks like fish, babe.

Shai: Go get your eyes checked, topsider.

Amber: Rolls eyes. Topsider?

Shai: nods Topsider. Anyone who's not a Seafarer.

Elijah: Thats cool, man.

Malcolm: Well, Elijah, who the fuck are you, and who’s your crew? I don’t like people, and I have no qualms of hunting all of you down. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to chase someone with these slow ass legs.

Elijah: Um, I’m… I’m just, Elijah? Sadie’s man.. A 18 year old guy. A troublemaker so I’ve been told. And currently involved in burning down Hell.

Malcolm: Elijah the Dumbass. Good to know. Who the fuck is Sadie? And you’re only 18? Fuck, I’m old. Well, burning Hell isn’t going to work, unless you decide to blow the world up again. It’ll save me the trouble of causing the second holocaust.

Elijah: Grins when he sees Sadie and walks up behind her. Boo!

Sadie: Turns and puts a hand on one of her hips Took you long enough to find me again. Gestures to the man beside her This is my. . . butler. His name is Dane.

Elijah: Winks. I’ll always find you, babe. Turns to Dane. Shakes hands. Hullo. I’m Elijah.

Sadie: Grins and watches Elijah He says, while he has no sense of direction whatsoever.
Dane: Shakes Elijah's hand. His skin is pale, almost to the point where if you stood him against a whitewashed wall you wouldn't be able to see him. A flash of pure white eyes can be seen, a flash of inhumanly sharp teeth - again, pure white - a flash of hair the same color as his skin. And then his cloak settled about him again, blocking out the visage of this thing once more.

Malcolm: Who the fuck is this guy? What the fuck is this guy? Indicates Dane.

Sadie: Tilts her head What could you possibly mean, you sad cabbage?
Dane: Waves a lazy hand, cutting Sadie off. He speaks, his voice surprisingly deep, pulling down his hood I'm a demon. And I'm a demon.

(Sad cabbage and sarcasm, lmao!)

Malcolm: Glares at Sadie, then turns to Dane with a disdainful raised eyebrow. The fuck you are. Demons are just as unrealistic as magic. Turns away, muttering to himself. Fucking albino crackheads and their dumbshit dreams. Why did people survive my holocaust? Fucking why?

(I love it when characters get snarky)
Sadie: Grins and gives Malcolm the finger
Dane: Smirks Are you so sure about that? And besides, I am not a person.

(Lmao, same here)

Malcolm: Immediately gives Sadie the finger back, barely even glancing in her direction. You’re standing here talking to me, aren’t you? That means you’re a person, fuckhead. I don’t give a shit if you call yourself a human, a demon, or a fucking polka-dotted unicorn from the fucking chaos fringes of outerspace, you’re still here, annoying the fucking shit out of me.