E%patriate ♐ Darkleer (
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.]

no subject
[Oh, are those fabled manners she's displaying? Color Darkleer shock, he thought humans were practically incapable of those.]
I shall look forward to it, then.
no subject
Me too.
[ And with that she turns again and fully walks away. ]