✝ LONG LIVE BAHAMUT ✝
WORD COUNT: 486 ❘❘ THEME SONG: BEERUS ❘❘ TAGS: @YDRIS @BASSAM @ROS ❘❘ JOB:What's A Girl To Do - D RANK
Ode to the ever impulsive.
When referencing the aforementioned one might ponder spontaneousness; wrong. Today's topic pertains to one's impulsivness in response to their primitave desires. To be more specific, one particular man and his inability to keep said desires in check...and the beating that proceeded as a result. T'was a string upon the dark web, the cries of many echoing into the ears of one. Three women, two children, a common interest; revenge. The request spoke of a man racing across Fiore impregnating as many women as possible it seemed. Some sex fiend who lacked the decency and compassion to be honest with women. "...Sounds like an okay guy to me."
A bewildered Damian gazed at a paper detailing the incident. "What reason" he thought "would these women have to be so angry? He was simply taking advantage of the opportunities given to him; they didn't have to be so bent up about it." This was a genuine concern for him as a self-proclaimed psychologist. These women were freshly wounded and ripe for the picking; he couldn't have anyone else jumping on this project before him. How was he supposed to study the limitations of the human mind when others would rush in and steal his fun? No, no he wouldn't have it. He needed to ensure he'd enough time to trigger the specific flags in mind... He also needed enough people to be on the look out whilst his torture commenced."Perhaps...." he thought "I can ask a favor of the others..."
The Bahamut Family; each unquestionaby demented for their own tragic reasonings. Bah, who cared for the semantics? All most needed to know was to stay clear of the family as a whole; nothing but destruction left in their wake. As you might've guessed, Damian was a proud member of this family; as proud as an apathetic mind flayer could be. He couldn't quite peg what went on in their mindscapes, something he respected greatly. While their mentalities were incredibly unstable, they were able to get a job done if necessary. They seemed to look out for one another it seemed, Damian was banking on this to earn the family a few more funds. Leaving a message to each, he requested they all meet at a local alleyway they'd all been quite familiar with.
->> SAID ALLEYWAY SOME ODD HOURS LATER
"Lady and Gentlemen.." Soulless eyes peered up at the silhouettes waltzing into the vicinity. Shadows nigh-engulfed their presence as Damian continued"Come in and chill for a spell..We've got some business to discuss." This space had been located in the center of a maze-like series of alleyways; their family being the only ones to know of it. Nobody was getting in or out, leaving the four more than enough time to discuss their important matters. "I know I don't call often but I've got a job I think you'll want to hear.."
WORD COUNT: 486 ❘❘ THEME SONG: BEERUS ❘❘ TAGS: @YDRIS @BASSAM @ROS ❘❘ JOB:What's A Girl To Do - D RANK
Ode to the ever impulsive.
When referencing the aforementioned one might ponder spontaneousness; wrong. Today's topic pertains to one's impulsivness in response to their primitave desires. To be more specific, one particular man and his inability to keep said desires in check...and the beating that proceeded as a result. T'was a string upon the dark web, the cries of many echoing into the ears of one. Three women, two children, a common interest; revenge. The request spoke of a man racing across Fiore impregnating as many women as possible it seemed. Some sex fiend who lacked the decency and compassion to be honest with women. "...Sounds like an okay guy to me."
A bewildered Damian gazed at a paper detailing the incident. "What reason" he thought "would these women have to be so angry? He was simply taking advantage of the opportunities given to him; they didn't have to be so bent up about it." This was a genuine concern for him as a self-proclaimed psychologist. These women were freshly wounded and ripe for the picking; he couldn't have anyone else jumping on this project before him. How was he supposed to study the limitations of the human mind when others would rush in and steal his fun? No, no he wouldn't have it. He needed to ensure he'd enough time to trigger the specific flags in mind... He also needed enough people to be on the look out whilst his torture commenced."Perhaps...." he thought "I can ask a favor of the others..."
The Bahamut Family; each unquestionaby demented for their own tragic reasonings. Bah, who cared for the semantics? All most needed to know was to stay clear of the family as a whole; nothing but destruction left in their wake. As you might've guessed, Damian was a proud member of this family; as proud as an apathetic mind flayer could be. He couldn't quite peg what went on in their mindscapes, something he respected greatly. While their mentalities were incredibly unstable, they were able to get a job done if necessary. They seemed to look out for one another it seemed, Damian was banking on this to earn the family a few more funds. Leaving a message to each, he requested they all meet at a local alleyway they'd all been quite familiar with.
->> SAID ALLEYWAY SOME ODD HOURS LATER
"Lady and Gentlemen.." Soulless eyes peered up at the silhouettes waltzing into the vicinity. Shadows nigh-engulfed their presence as Damian continued"Come in and chill for a spell..We've got some business to discuss." This space had been located in the center of a maze-like series of alleyways; their family being the only ones to know of it. Nobody was getting in or out, leaving the four more than enough time to discuss their important matters. "I know I don't call often but I've got a job I think you'll want to hear.."