Henry (
necrowmantic) wrote in
asgardeventide2013-07-17 09:52 pm
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Hey there sickies! No clue what's going around, but you guys sure are keeping it to yourselves! Which is kind of unfair of you, but that's okay because that means I can help.
And by 'help', I mean I'll put you out of your misery! Why suffer through a gross icky cold that you might die from anyway, when I can just kill you and fix the problem at it's, uh, source.
It'll be over so fast you'll barely get to savor the sweet, sweet release of death. And then you're off to a blissful few days until the gods get around to waking you up, good as new~
Just let me know, okay? If you're too sick to talk, just nod a couple times on video, and I'll come find you.
On a side note: what do you do with a room full of dead birds? Not a trick question, I really don't know!
And by 'help', I mean I'll put you out of your misery! Why suffer through a gross icky cold that you might die from anyway, when I can just kill you and fix the problem at it's, uh, source.
It'll be over so fast you'll barely get to savor the sweet, sweet release of death. And then you're off to a blissful few days until the gods get around to waking you up, good as new~
Just let me know, okay? If you're too sick to talk, just nod a couple times on video, and I'll come find you.
On a side note: what do you do with a room full of dead birds? Not a trick question, I really don't know!

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Hey! Any last instructions, or should I get to sending ya off straight away?
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C'mon, it's wwhat, a' hour until I fuckin' come right back? There's not much to be wworried about.
Like I said, don't do anythin' wweird wwith my body. An' don't tell anyone. I got a feww... acquaintances that wwouldn't be happy to hear about this.
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[As he starts pulling a sword out of his own shadow.]
Y'got about five seconds to stop me or let me know that you guys don't keep anything vital in your heads. I've never killed a troll before!
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Nah. My think pan's located wwhere it should be. Just knoww this don't make you any fuckin' better than me. Just luckier, an' I don't owwe you nothin'.
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[Henry doesn't wait to see if the reassurance registered, or for any second-guessing to appear. The sword's out, and he swings for his throat. No hesitation there, and with the force, he's pretty sure death should be quick enough.]
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[He's only a little arrogant. And a little terrified.
But it's a clean slice, severing his head and leaving his corpse with an amused smirk on his face.]