[b]you hear screams from some random dude down the hall[/b]
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"Oh great..."
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[b]he returns with a burrito, already half eaten.[/b] "Hai."
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"Hello"
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"What magics do you possess, my padawan? Cuz everyone here is a wizard or some shit."
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"Me? Magic? Nah fam, I use my scythe, a gun, and a suit which makes me go 100 miles per hour"
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"Finally, god everyone was sooo stupid with that, especially back on the Avalon. Sooo what's ya name"
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"The Avalon? Huh.... My name is Frost... JK, I'm Aleks Gorbachev, yours?"
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[b]as he says frost he shoots himself through the temp and falls onto the table [/b] "... Why..."
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"Frost has a negative reputation, I see..."
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[b]he bolts to his feet, using the old blanks trick that got his ancestors killed sooo many times[/b] "Yeah, the bastard won't stay dead."
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"Neither will I! Did you know that I've been declared dead for 5 times?"
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[b]he gasps and wispers [/b] "I trusted you..." [b]very quietly before reloading the handgun [/b]
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[spoiler]HAHAHHAHA[/spoiler] "Whoa! Though I've never actually died, unless my heart stopping completely counts"
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"Bro. Make up your damn mind. My heart.. Hearts? Have stopped at least six times this week, that doesn't count"
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"Hey, I never counted myself as dead, though others have"
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"Meh, your fine. I know a lot of people who bit the dust..." [b]he begins cheerfully listing names, counting on his fingers for each one, and when he runs out he starts using weapons in his backpack [/b]
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"Eha"
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[b]he continues, unloading an absurd amount of weapons until he starts unloading bloody organs. He eats a kidney as he counts it[/b]
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"M89, what"
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"Wut." [b]he stares at him and slowly raises a lung to his mouth[/b]
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"Cannibalism? I can cook that stuff y'know"
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"I'm a wisp, it's not technically cannibalism.. But it is delicious." [b]he bites into it and waits for him to either shoot him or kick him out[/b]
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[b]He just watches, curiousity shining in his red eyes[/b] "I've dabbled into cannibalism before"
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"It tastes gud"
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"Oh yahs"