|Careful, there's monsters out there. Then again, there's monsters in here too...|
GrimClownJonathan contemplated the fish's skeleton, looking futilely for some chunk of flesh he had left on the bone. His new routine of catching fish and receiving mysterious visits from a one-jawed figure had him feeling unusually morose. Jonathan felt a familiar sense of foreboding which signaled the return of the young papercutkin. A disembodied paw splashed down in the water beside him, and the same disturbing voice which had been haunting his thoughts said, "My oh my. Somebody seems awfully glad to see me."GrimClown by BagnaTheSupervillain
"Not really, no." Jonathan replied. The papercutkin ignored Jonathan's timid yet mildly defiant response and gestured at him to follow. Secure in Jonathan's acquiescence, GrimGrin barely looked behind to see the six-armed griffon reluctantly following along.
GrimGrin took some pride in flustering the griffin so effectively, but he still felt a distinct embarrassment over the task he was leading them towa
GrimGrinXwolverineGrimGrin stood in the endless void, hungry and frustrated to have lost access to the unlimited food supply he had just set up for himself. Having to spend time with a wolverine and a strange girl who didn't feel fear was bad enough, but now that there was no one around he knew that there was no chance that he would get fed. Suddenly, a familiar figure walked out of the void and began to approach him. GrimGrin sighed in frustration when he recognized the wolverine. Getting reunited with someone who had completely failed to express fear at his presence was the last thing he needed right now.GrimGrinXwolverine by BagnaTheSupervillain
"How did you get here?" GrimGrin demanded.
"I came here looking for you," the wolverine responded. The flat tone in the wolverine's voice left its motivation for seeking GrimGrin completely ambiguous, as though it was feeling emotions that it had no idea how to express.
The wolverine walked towards GrimGrin with a hesitation that would have been
Topios requests Noir- part 4It wasn't much of a lead. But it was the only one she was likely to get. There was no paperwork on this guy, according to the Major, and the Imps and their spies weren't likely to tell her anyway.Topios requests Noir- part 4 by DarthVengeance0325
She left the bar, thinking slowly and turning it over in her head, then headed for the nearest Hutt power base. It was in a gambling casino, of course; actual castles were rare, and more people paid to visit that way at the establishments. Some even found the prospect of risking life and coin beneath a flesh scarfing mound of capricious and greedy fat 'exciting' for some reason.
She swung open the doors, and like a blast of radiation, sound and light burst forth around her into the alley.
The detective almost didn't notice the club slamming into her head from behind in the sudden sensory overload.
Current Residence: Third planet from the sun, usually called some variant of "dirt".|
Favourite genre of music: Heck if I know what they call it these days...
Favourite style of art: Whatever works.
Operating System: Brain.
MP3 player of choice: I quite like my iPod Balthasar.
Favourite cartoon character: Currently it's tied between Alfred and Harley from Batman the Animated Series.
Personal Quote: "The rumors of my life are greatly exaggerated."