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Modificato da JayTea:
11/19/2015 1:50:52 AM
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[spoiler]first off: im an admin, I know the rules. And second: im not killing. I'm going to torture and mutilate, but not kill. [/spoiler]
"Speak bitch"
English
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*as they combat, Corra gets up and walks to the demon and jt, throwing the cuffs around its neck and choking it* [i]no[/i]
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[b]he stands, watching[/b]
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*she starts pulling it back, regaining her mind more and more and she pulls it back, trying to end it*
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[b]He keeps watching, eventually pulling sapphire from its holster, and offering the gun[/b]
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*it's starts disappearing* [b]I AM STILL IN CONTROL! I HAVE THE NECKLACE, YOU ARE MINE![/b]
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[b]I hop out of the mind, cut the necklace off, toss it into hell, and jump back in[/b] "Y'all still good in here?"
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[i]dead[/i] *it's gone* [i]good f*cking riddance[/i]
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"So, let me get this straight. If I cut the necklace all those years ago, you would have been fine? I just do this shit when I'm thirty and your, I don't even know how old, and it could have been avoided?"
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[i]no......[/i]
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"So just now it's possible?"
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[i]mind was breaking at the time, would've needed more back then[/i]
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"Well, this was a... -blam!-ed up endeavor. I'm going back to hell for a few millennia. See you when you die, good luck, and don't be too hard on my son."
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[i]I just am glad that thing is gone. And tell him hi when you get there[/i]
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"Yeah. Well, I'm going to get out of your mind now. Feel free to say goodbye on the outside" [b]He dissipates, and goes back to his body[/b]
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*she walks up* Ergh...
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[b]She spots JT, in a corner, fist against the wall[/b] "GOD-FŪCKING-DAMNIT"
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What happened?
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"Well, apparently my dickhead brother Cthulhu decides taking my godship would be a good joke. So he's in my mansion in hell, with my mother-blam!-ing martinis, and my damn dogs, while I'm a -blam!-ing mortal!"
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Well then...
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"Yeah. -blam!- my life."
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Come back then
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"To? I've left the military, committed genocides and purges, fought 3 wars, and my son -blam!-ing hates me."
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Scratch that
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"And do what? I was trained to kill all my life, the only other skills I have is making the instruments of war"
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You want help then? You helped me, I need to repay you
