prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11

[JAILBIRD]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"You sick fucking bastard." He'd been watching, reasonably bored with what was nothing interesting, until the fuck led out a lion whose entire body screamed, "my head's been fucked with irreparably." Of all the reasons Jailbird had heard people justify their shitty murders, to appease a stupid god was one of the worst, and most of the time, it turned out those voices in their heads? Those were bullshit. Spirits were a thing, sure, but they had no power here, and to pretend that sacrificing lives in their name would do anything but put on a good show for a murderous sadist was shit. This whole situation was shit. And Percy- did this bastard not give a single fuck about children? But hell, he got his foot in the door already- why not cross off everything else immoral along the way? "Goddamn delusional."

The smilodon strode forward, picking Percy up by his scruff, carrying him away from Sephiroth's mindless bloodshed and setting him down on the far periphery, crowding the kid's vision so he couldn't see past him. "Don't look, okay? Do you remember where your tree is? Find it and stay there. I'll come back for you." Jailbird gave Percy one last look before turning around, fangs bared, stalking over toward their fucked up excuse for a leader. But weren't they all? Give anyone enough power and they'd overestimate their own importance.

"You know, I do have a question." He began circling the lion, blue eyes searing. "Do your Aspects have a hell for you? I think you oughta give it a visit." The smilodon shot forward, feinting a body slam but altering his trajectory at the last moment to attempt and kick out one of the lion's legs, following it by aiming the broad side of his skull at Sephiroth's face in a heavy smash.
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