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azuremagma) wrote2016-12-16 04:32 pm
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Event Post (Trendafilka's chaos, final)
Cyril lies in a crater in the middle of the street, his motorcycle parked on the sidewalk.
He looks pretty rough, but he'll probably spout off 'ya should see the other guy' if you bother him. And lo, a good distance ahead of him, there is another crater, which smolders. There's another motorcycle parked near that one, the wheels look melted. Which hole are you looking into?
He looks pretty rough, but he'll probably spout off 'ya should see the other guy' if you bother him. And lo, a good distance ahead of him, there is another crater, which smolders. There's another motorcycle parked near that one, the wheels look melted. Which hole are you looking into?
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"Hey pretty lady."
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He climbs out of the hole, sighing. Lamenting the loss of most of his clothes, which are burnt and he's covered in bright red spots. He takes a drag off his cigarette, cherry a bright blue.
"Aw man, my god damn bike."
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He points
"Half a mile that way. And after the third time I said 'nah man, I'm going to catch up on my scientific garbage shows' he started throwing fire at me in a rage. And so I kicked him and his bike into a crater... over there? And then he nuked me about where I'm standing now."
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Also, who the fuck says I lost? Last time I checked, he was pointing at me from his crater."
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... I thought he was just bullshitting about all that Gilgamesh nonsense."
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... Y'know, when I put that all in context, it makes sense. I could see gods being pissed at him. Killing someone for a throne and wood... Which means it's double hilarious, because his friend ain't dead. She's... she's my mom. ... Huh."