06-27-2017, 11:52 AM
"One does not simiply kill a god Austin... you would need to seal this one up for eternity, and even then his influence is still vast, such as that buisness card. My father acomplised that, but the cost of an entire town, including himself. All I was left of his belongings was this book, highly sought after because of its contents, if it where to fall into the wrong hands, or even worse, what came out of the tablet, it's the end of days..."
Feizel is clearly on the edge of a break down, the stress is starting to get to him, and the fact that his father was a touchy subject. Meanwhile Writers voice can be heard from the depths of the library, echoing around the theatre, distorted and slightly serpent like.
ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ. ŋơɬ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ʂųƈɧ ąʂ ąŋყ ყơų ƈąŋ ƈơŋƈɛı۷ɛ ơʄ, ŋơཞ ı; ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ɱơཞɛ ℘ཞıɱơཞɖıąƖ ɬɧąŋ ɬɧɛ ɛƖɛɱɛŋɬʂ ɬɧɛɱʂɛƖ۷ɛʂ, ყɛɬ ƈơŋʂɬąŋɬƖყ ƈơɱıŋɠ ıŋɬơ ɛҳıʂɬɛŋƈɛ ɛ۷ɛŋ ąʂ ıɬ ıʂ ɖɛʂɬཞơყɛɖ. ıɬ ıʂ ɬɧɛ ƈɧıƖɖ ơʄ ƈɧąơʂ, ɬɧɛ ℘ąɬɧῳąყ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ŋɛҳɬ. ɬɧɛ ɖąཞƙŋɛʂʂ ʂɧąƖƖ ʂῳąƖƖơῳ ɬɧɛ Ɩąŋɖ, ąŋɖ ıŋ ıɬʂ ῳąƙɛ ɬɧɛཞɛ ῳıƖƖ ʄơƖƖơῳ ą ʂɬơཞɱ, ąʂ ɬɧɛ ą℘℘ɛɬıɬɛ ơʄ ŋơɬɧıŋɠ ɛҳ℘ąŋɖʂ ơ۷ɛཞ ɬɧɛ ῳơཞƖɖ. ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ.
İ̶̢̞̘͚̪̤̱͉̙͚̥̝̬̳͖̠͔̜̔̅̾͊̽̀̌ͧ͂ͫͪ́Ť̶̡̛̥̩̮̲̫̻͎̦͚̯̟̟̰͙̻̖̮̭̊̈́̌ͧͤ͂ͤͥ̅͌͗̽̉̽͆ͥ̚͞ ̆ͥ͊̎͑̋́҉̯̦̙͚͈͢͠D̨̤̞̖̤̯̠͕̟̮̭͖̣̯̳̝͈̻̙ͦ̀ͤͣͣͩ̐͜͢Ē͑ͫͦ̓ͩͫ́҉̗̯̰̲V̡̲̝͚̜ͥ̏͐̿̄̈́͂̉̒ͭ̋ͣ̈́ͧ̎ͣ̇͌̚͠Ơ̫̻̦̮̪̘̆̑ͣ͗̏ͩ̿́͐ͭ́̀U̷͎̜̭͖͍̖̯͚̮̠̟̼̘̹̤͑̓̓ͥ̿͐͗͐̽̓̑ͩ̉͊͌̉̒̔͠R̵̠͈̮̮̫̰͖̩͕̻̞̘͚̱̺͈ͭͥ̈̈́ͣͬ̀̌̔ͥ͆́̃̕͘͜ͅS̢̛̩̝͓̲̱̝͉͔ͤ̊͆͛̉̋͐̊͐ͪͭ͂͗̐ͩ͗̽̓̍̕.̸̧̰̫̭͎̭͓̰͒ͦ̄̈́̑͋̅̐̕͘
Feizel is clearly on the edge of a break down, the stress is starting to get to him, and the fact that his father was a touchy subject. Meanwhile Writers voice can be heard from the depths of the library, echoing around the theatre, distorted and slightly serpent like.
ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ. ŋơɬ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ʂųƈɧ ąʂ ąŋყ ყơų ƈąŋ ƈơŋƈɛı۷ɛ ơʄ, ŋơཞ ı; ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ ɱơཞɛ ℘ཞıɱơཞɖıąƖ ɬɧąŋ ɬɧɛ ɛƖɛɱɛŋɬʂ ɬɧɛɱʂɛƖ۷ɛʂ, ყɛɬ ƈơŋʂɬąŋɬƖყ ƈơɱıŋɠ ıŋɬơ ɛҳıʂɬɛŋƈɛ ɛ۷ɛŋ ąʂ ıɬ ıʂ ɖɛʂɬཞơყɛɖ. ıɬ ıʂ ɬɧɛ ƈɧıƖɖ ơʄ ƈɧąơʂ, ɬɧɛ ℘ąɬɧῳąყ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ŋɛҳɬ. ɬɧɛ ɖąཞƙŋɛʂʂ ʂɧąƖƖ ʂῳąƖƖơῳ ɬɧɛ Ɩąŋɖ, ąŋɖ ıŋ ıɬʂ ῳąƙɛ ɬɧɛཞɛ ῳıƖƖ ʄơƖƖơῳ ą ʂɬơཞɱ, ąʂ ɬɧɛ ą℘℘ɛɬıɬɛ ơʄ ŋơɬɧıŋɠ ɛҳ℘ąŋɖʂ ơ۷ɛཞ ɬɧɛ ῳơཞƖɖ. ʄཞơɱ ɬɧɛ ʄơཞɱƖɛʂʂ ۷ơıɖ’ʂ ɠą℘ıŋɠ ɱąῳ, ɬɧɛཞɛ ʂ℘ཞıŋɠʂ ąŋ ɛŋɬıɬყ.
İ̶̢̞̘͚̪̤̱͉̙͚̥̝̬̳͖̠͔̜̔̅̾͊̽̀̌ͧ͂ͫͪ́Ť̶̡̛̥̩̮̲̫̻͎̦͚̯̟̟̰͙̻̖̮̭̊̈́̌ͧͤ͂ͤͥ̅͌͗̽̉̽͆ͥ̚͞ ̆ͥ͊̎͑̋́҉̯̦̙͚͈͢͠D̨̤̞̖̤̯̠͕̟̮̭͖̣̯̳̝͈̻̙ͦ̀ͤͣͣͩ̐͜͢Ē͑ͫͦ̓ͩͫ́҉̗̯̰̲V̡̲̝͚̜ͥ̏͐̿̄̈́͂̉̒ͭ̋ͣ̈́ͧ̎ͣ̇͌̚͠Ơ̫̻̦̮̪̘̆̑ͣ͗̏ͩ̿́͐ͭ́̀U̷͎̜̭͖͍̖̯͚̮̠̟̼̘̹̤͑̓̓ͥ̿͐͗͐̽̓̑ͩ̉͊͌̉̒̔͠R̵̠͈̮̮̫̰͖̩͕̻̞̘͚̱̺͈ͭͥ̈̈́ͣͬ̀̌̔ͥ͆́̃̕͘͜ͅS̢̛̩̝͓̲̱̝͉͔ͤ̊͆͛̉̋͐̊͐ͪͭ͂͗̐ͩ͗̽̓̍̕.̸̧̰̫̭͎̭͓̰͒ͦ̄̈́̑͋̅̐̕͘
(06-27-2017, 11:03 AM)Cereal Wrote:"I'll take the strongest whiskey you have, served in a pint glass if possible." Sol looks at Clyde again "tough day at work... boss thinks I'm purposely setting fire to other employes... turns out when novakids get shocked with high enough voltage, they tent to spontaneously combust, which is common at the shuttel works."(06-26-2017, 10:49 AM)achroma Wrote: Sol chuckles at the fault of the glitch quickly composing himself before the new waiter came by. "Give my friend over here some too, it's on the house." He turns towards Clyde when the waiter leaves. "Names Sol, nice to meet you. Seems like barkeeps drink away their brain cells, seeing as they can't do simple tasks."
Clyde chuckled. "Nah, it's just their uh.. codin' or somethin'. I mean, not all Glitch I've met are braindead."
The Hylotl merely blinked at Clyde, before turning to Sol. "I mean-- I don't even half know what you ordered. I'll keep it in mind that it's 'on the house', however."
Clyde merely spoke up. "Whiskey on the rocks, fishy. He wanted a bitta' whiskey himself."
The Hylotl nodded, sort of disgruntled at Clyde's wording, but nonetheless waited for Sol to speak up as if to confirm this.