{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
publicado originalmente en:The Digital Dojo
8/17/2016 2:06:32 AM
1
"Um... Hello... I repaired you... Remember, I'm that guy who's eardrums you caused to explode..."
English
-
[u]Isole looks around, his eyes scanning the environment in an effort to re-acquaint his senses. Upon realizing Sketch was there, he gives a sheepish whir of mechanics.[/u] "[i]Yeah... Sorry about that.[/i]" [u]He scratches his head uncomfortably.[/u]
-
"I've repaired you but not the guitar... I don't want you using it again until I'm sure you can be trusted with it. It was one o' clock in the morning, nobody wants to hear eardrum-burstingly loud music then. My ears and Sapphire's ears are extremely sensitive too, I'm surprised they didn't start bleeding earlier."
-
[u]Isole's eyes suddenly turn a violent red, and they can tell he's not to be messed with.[/u] "[i]You will give me my guitar, now.[/i]"
-
Editado por Skatch142: 8/17/2016 5:24:58 PM"Look, it's still broken and I'll gladly fix it for you but I need to know you aren't going to hurt anyone with it. I don't want you going around the Dojo waking people up them making their eardrums exploade..." *He steps back a little but remains calm and doesn't seem afraid.*
-
[u]Isole stands up now, his arms readied in an offensive position.[/u] "[i]I can repair my guitar on my own. You're lucky you didn't think to repair it, as I would have made sure it was the last thing you did with those damned things. Only I may work on that guitar, for it is my right and only mine given unto me by my creator.[/i]"
-
"Mmmmkay... Well, it's in the corner." *He points to the pile of guitar pieces sitting in the corner.* "But really. No concerts while people are sleeping and don't play it too loudly... It hurts our ears."
-
[u]Isole simply flicks his wrist towards the guitar, and something strange begins to happens with the parts. Wires from the inner workings of it grasp onto each-other, pulling themselves together. The guitar strings meld together, fixing themselves with a twang. The cracks fuse, leaving behind no sign of the guitar's destruction.[/u] "[i]If you had left me alone, this would have happened eventually, but hanks anyway. As with the music, I'll refrain as a thank you for not just leaving me even though I would have been fine. You are a good person, Sketch. Know this.[/i]" [u]He stands up, grabbing his guitar as he walks out.[/u]
-
"Well, um, thank you."
-
[spoiler]fin[/spoiler]
