Gets you thinking, though — I always wondered how you'd wipe your ass if you only had a fist. Would you have to mummy the stump up with the toilet paper and go to town?
[Amen to that brother. So many folks here stood stiffer than a morning chub. Why not have a few laughs along the way? Suffering was borne so much easier with a chuckle.
The flash of blue steals his focus from the page to the man opposite. Richie watches, puzzled and entranced as the painted strokes flutter, shift, translate. Then they snap back into form, immobile and alien as ever.
There's the ludicrous stuff, the tricks Yusuke and Akira pull, the enchantments that hold Sandra and Wally prisoner. The fucking mistletoe, mischievous and wicked as it was. This looks like something with a hint of practicality. Sensible magic, not just fire and brimstone and eternal damnation. Another knot unravels in the yarnish mess of his gut, and Rich feels a flush of relief that shocks him with its gravity.
He hadn't been aware, getting too used to sitting with the unease on a daily basis. Sitting there all coiled up like a Jack in the Box waiting for someone to pop the top, ticking the time down. What's going to be off about the next guy? What freakish absurdity were they withholding, what could he possibly do about it if they put Richie in the bullseye?
At least here, it's a mundane thing. A reasonable use of a mystical power. Logic lives my good fellows, even if it's hobbling on crutches and lost an eye to the apocalypse.]
Nothing quite like that, no. I used to be a DJ. [Which is probably not a familiar term to most around here, so he quickly amends.] I used to arrange and announce music on the radio. Interview the stars behind it. It was a pretty cushy gig but it's left me at a massive loss around here. Reading at least, I can do.
he has a passable personality too....can be monster bait.....surely dorian has a use for such things
[Amen to that brother. So many folks here stood stiffer than a morning chub. Why not have a few laughs along the way? Suffering was borne so much easier with a chuckle.
The flash of blue steals his focus from the page to the man opposite. Richie watches, puzzled and entranced as the painted strokes flutter, shift, translate. Then they snap back into form, immobile and alien as ever.
There's the ludicrous stuff, the tricks Yusuke and Akira pull, the enchantments that hold Sandra and Wally prisoner. The fucking mistletoe, mischievous and wicked as it was. This looks like something with a hint of practicality. Sensible magic, not just fire and brimstone and eternal damnation. Another knot unravels in the yarnish mess of his gut, and Rich feels a flush of relief that shocks him with its gravity.
He hadn't been aware, getting too used to sitting with the unease on a daily basis. Sitting there all coiled up like a Jack in the Box waiting for someone to pop the top, ticking the time down. What's going to be off about the next guy? What freakish absurdity were they withholding, what could he possibly do about it if they put Richie in the bullseye?
At least here, it's a mundane thing. A reasonable use of a mystical power. Logic lives my good fellows, even if it's hobbling on crutches and lost an eye to the apocalypse.]
Nothing quite like that, no. I used to be a DJ. [Which is probably not a familiar term to most around here, so he quickly amends.] I used to arrange and announce music on the radio. Interview the stars behind it. It was a pretty cushy gig but it's left me at a massive loss around here. Reading at least, I can do.