RE: Masks 2
09-14-2021, 07:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2021, 07:30 AM by Protoman.)
Ezren maybe turning on them over the chance to fight a tree made sense. She was pretty cool with that. Like, this was a literal deal with a literal devil -- she wasn't about to get mad at a fish for swimming. This seemed pretty best-case-scenario -- unless he decided the power of friendship was worth more than fighting a tree? Then it was a second-best-case scenario. She offered him a smile and a nod, as if to say, 'yeah, I get it, I mean, she is made of so many eyes.'
Two things were true at once. First: this Radka lady was right about being hot, even with the eyes, and that was bullshit. Finn could never pull off the eyeball-skin look, and she had to admit a shameful amount of respect for Radka over that.
Second: By no means could they not kill this super hot evil lady.
"Ego? Hah! That's where you're wrong. I've had my ego ripped to shreds. Oh, a couple years back, aye, before I was a superhero -- back then I had somethin' resembling a wee little frail ego. Told myself that I was a solid detective with a godlike sense of style. But now? Now I've got little n' nothin'. My little sister is a baby and she's a better mage than I'll ever be; my mentor fucked off without warning to go get a hunk of space ass -- not to say I wouldn't or anything, but still. My dad's the magical equivalent of a shit-tornado that wheels into town and makes a foul-smelling mess of things before grinnin' over it like a cat offering you some sort of terrible gift. Only thing I've ever been a part of that didn't go to shit was Orla, and that's because she was a true hero from the start. I'm bottom of the barrel, and I know it -- the sort of hero who shows up to crack a few jokes and fill a few pages, maybe kill a mook or two in the action scene. Real Devana-tier shit. But!"
She grips her sword, though she doesn't raise it -- no reason to start a fight when she doesn't have to. "That doesn't mean I'll back down to any hot flesh-bending eldritch-babe-monster-god who crosses my way. Bit players still have their parts. If I can make the real heroes shine a bit brighter, I'm happy with that. I helped kill one apocalyptic-level megalomaniacal bampot; I can help kill another. So count me as a big old nasty bleedin'-nose-red X of a no."
...Though if you could give me a couple hair tips before we go 'n kill each other, that would be dandy."
Two things were true at once. First: this Radka lady was right about being hot, even with the eyes, and that was bullshit. Finn could never pull off the eyeball-skin look, and she had to admit a shameful amount of respect for Radka over that.
Second: By no means could they not kill this super hot evil lady.
"Ego? Hah! That's where you're wrong. I've had my ego ripped to shreds. Oh, a couple years back, aye, before I was a superhero -- back then I had somethin' resembling a wee little frail ego. Told myself that I was a solid detective with a godlike sense of style. But now? Now I've got little n' nothin'. My little sister is a baby and she's a better mage than I'll ever be; my mentor fucked off without warning to go get a hunk of space ass -- not to say I wouldn't or anything, but still. My dad's the magical equivalent of a shit-tornado that wheels into town and makes a foul-smelling mess of things before grinnin' over it like a cat offering you some sort of terrible gift. Only thing I've ever been a part of that didn't go to shit was Orla, and that's because she was a true hero from the start. I'm bottom of the barrel, and I know it -- the sort of hero who shows up to crack a few jokes and fill a few pages, maybe kill a mook or two in the action scene. Real Devana-tier shit. But!"
She grips her sword, though she doesn't raise it -- no reason to start a fight when she doesn't have to. "That doesn't mean I'll back down to any hot flesh-bending eldritch-babe-monster-god who crosses my way. Bit players still have their parts. If I can make the real heroes shine a bit brighter, I'm happy with that. I helped kill one apocalyptic-level megalomaniacal bampot; I can help kill another. So count me as a big old nasty bleedin'-nose-red X of a no."
...Though if you could give me a couple hair tips before we go 'n kill each other, that would be dandy."