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towerofanimus2012-12-05 02:57 pm
disgracedvoid) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-05 02:57 pm
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[OPEN] we're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
Characters: Darkleer and YOU.
Setting: Workshoplike he's ever in any other floor, sob
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: STRONG troll attempts to take on the cold. The cold wins this round.
Warnings: Darkleer being a god tier passive aggressive bitch, since he's in a foul mood. Exploding things. A troll that will snap your spine like breadsticks if you piss him off.
[The first rule of making anything is choosing the right materials for the task. The problem here is that the right materials for the task are busy shattering because it's cold and they can't really withstand Darkleer's casual strength. That's new. Though he's got the theoretical knowledge for why this is happening, it doesn't make it any less frustrating.
So by the third time the frame of this heater-to-be breaks, Darkleer is seriously considering punching something. Or someone.
That and he's growling. Never a good thing when the dignified, snotty asshole troll is growling in the back of his throat. It only heralds impressive amounts of wanton violence.]
Setting: Workshop
Format: I'll start with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: STRONG troll attempts to take on the cold. The cold wins this round.
Warnings: Darkleer being a god tier passive aggressive bitch, since he's in a foul mood. Exploding things. A troll that will snap your spine like breadsticks if you piss him off.
[The first rule of making anything is choosing the right materials for the task. The problem here is that the right materials for the task are busy shattering because it's cold and they can't really withstand Darkleer's casual strength. That's new. Though he's got the theoretical knowledge for why this is happening, it doesn't make it any less frustrating.
So by the third time the frame of this heater-to-be breaks, Darkleer is seriously considering punching something. Or someone.
That and he's growling. Never a good thing when the dignified, snotty asshole troll is growling in the back of his throat. It only heralds impressive amounts of wanton violence.]
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*He's just inclined to help...*
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[He's still not going to acknowledge the fact he'd been growling. So undignified, sob.]
But no, I do not require any particular assistance.
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*Back to his cloaks though. And hoping that he doesn't eventually have to dodge debris or something.*
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[Clank. Please ignore the hammer hitting the table almost dismissively.
It's okay, Enoch, you won't have to dodge debris unless you startle him and he somehow breaks the table or something.]Do not let me get in the way of your own work.
[Which is a nicely, passive aggressive way of asking you to mind your own bloody business. Isn't he a ray of sunshine?]