[ yet being the keyword... maybe they'll be used as a sacrifice to summon demons, or something?? the future sure is bright when you just traded your companion for a drink...............
that said...
the skull is definitely real. he knows how real bones feel under his fingers. this doesn't deter him nearly as much as it probably should, though... plus, the smoothie is good.
score? ]
Well, considering we're no longer free men. [ MIGHT AS WELL enjoy this last smoothie before something whisks them away to work for some sort of an evil overlord forever.
or so he thinks.
allen might not sport a fedora, but the small chuya in the memory he sees sure does! it even looks exactly like the one he has on his head right now, somehow... did it get a little bigger to accomodate his head? who knows.
the woman he sees in front of him is beautiful -- she sits on a bench, in a japanese-style garden, among colorful flowers that'll never quite catch up to her. he's wearing a kimono that matches hers; one could easily assume she's his mother, if her face wasn't a bit too young, and the question that spilled from his lips wasn't inquiring about his parents' whereabouts.
her expression tightens; she doesn't have an answer, but the golden phantom brandishing a bloodied sword behind her just might --
... and it ends, like that, in a flash.
chuya's not sure why he's recalling this right now, but... -- ]
rambles... I'M SORRY
that said...
the skull is definitely real. he knows how real bones feel under his fingers. this doesn't deter him nearly as much as it probably should, though... plus, the smoothie is good.
score? ]
Well, considering we're no longer free men. [ MIGHT AS WELL enjoy this last smoothie before something whisks them away to work for some sort of an evil overlord forever.
or so he thinks.
allen might not sport a fedora, but the small chuya in the memory he sees sure does! it even looks exactly like the one he has on his head right now, somehow... did it get a little bigger to accomodate his head? who knows.
the woman he sees in front of him is beautiful -- she sits on a bench, in a japanese-style garden, among colorful flowers that'll never quite catch up to her. he's wearing a kimono that matches hers; one could easily assume she's his mother, if her face wasn't a bit too young, and the question that spilled from his lips wasn't inquiring about his parents' whereabouts.
her expression tightens; she doesn't have an answer, but the golden phantom brandishing a bloodied sword behind her just might --
... and it ends, like that, in a flash.
chuya's not sure why he's recalling this right now, but... -- ]