Post by Zorre on May 20, 2017 21:14:43 GMT
Zorre was fighting with himself, again. It was an hourly occurrence at this point. That's right, hourly, not daily, or weekly, hourly. It seemed the red-stained scyther couldn't decide anything without one of his personalities objecting to it. His 'enlightened' personality disagreed strongly with what his feral side wanted to do today.
Why can't we leave well enough alone? He thought in the back of the scyther's mind, pushed there by his feral personality. They aren't harming nobody!
'Anybody', dimwit. It's 'anybody'. And I don't particularly care if they have hurt anyone or not. They've reneged on an agreement, and now our client wants us to rough him up a bit. And if that doesn't work, we'll steal his kid. Simple as that. The scyther thought back harshly. He daren't speak aloud in this part of the city, lest he get attacked by some unsavory characters.
He was a shadow in the night, as far as the other members of the slums were concerned. He stuck to the shadows, and kept quiet, despite the internal struggling going on between his two halves. Stealing his kid is immoral! his other, weaker half, protested.
You say this like I give two shits whether it's immoral or not. We're low on cash and we've got nothing to show for being in this country for three years. We've wasted enough time fighting with each other. It's about time I dug my heels in and made you do something productive for once in your life. He returned, rolling his eyes.
There are other, better ways to earn money! What do we need money for, anyway? We hunt feral pokemon for food, and sleep in the forest! his other side continued.
Perhaps I tire of sleeping in trees and hunting every time I want to eat! Zorre's feral personality snapped to the other.
You just want to hurt other pokemon! You don't care about luxuries. We've never lived in luxuries, why start now? You just want to paint our scythes in blood! his 'enlightened' personality snapped back.
And what of it? I am in control, now, and I can do what I want! You can't stop me!
Maybe not, but I won't stop tormenting you until you stop!
Zorre growled, shaking his head. He wouldn't let his other personality win! He scraped his blades together angrily, sharpening them against each other as he did so. He hated that he had to constantly fight with his other personality! He wanted to be the one in control, all the time, and never have to listen to the other's constant whining and crying about what was 'right' and about stupid 'laws' that they had to follow. He hated every moment of it!
He was currently crouched in the shadow of a building, a house it appeared to be, and the only sound was the scraping of his blades against each other. He cocked his head to one side, listening for any sounds.
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Why can't we leave well enough alone? He thought in the back of the scyther's mind, pushed there by his feral personality. They aren't harming nobody!
'Anybody', dimwit. It's 'anybody'. And I don't particularly care if they have hurt anyone or not. They've reneged on an agreement, and now our client wants us to rough him up a bit. And if that doesn't work, we'll steal his kid. Simple as that. The scyther thought back harshly. He daren't speak aloud in this part of the city, lest he get attacked by some unsavory characters.
He was a shadow in the night, as far as the other members of the slums were concerned. He stuck to the shadows, and kept quiet, despite the internal struggling going on between his two halves. Stealing his kid is immoral! his other, weaker half, protested.
You say this like I give two shits whether it's immoral or not. We're low on cash and we've got nothing to show for being in this country for three years. We've wasted enough time fighting with each other. It's about time I dug my heels in and made you do something productive for once in your life. He returned, rolling his eyes.
There are other, better ways to earn money! What do we need money for, anyway? We hunt feral pokemon for food, and sleep in the forest! his other side continued.
Perhaps I tire of sleeping in trees and hunting every time I want to eat! Zorre's feral personality snapped to the other.
You just want to hurt other pokemon! You don't care about luxuries. We've never lived in luxuries, why start now? You just want to paint our scythes in blood! his 'enlightened' personality snapped back.
And what of it? I am in control, now, and I can do what I want! You can't stop me!
Maybe not, but I won't stop tormenting you until you stop!
Zorre growled, shaking his head. He wouldn't let his other personality win! He scraped his blades together angrily, sharpening them against each other as he did so. He hated that he had to constantly fight with his other personality! He wanted to be the one in control, all the time, and never have to listen to the other's constant whining and crying about what was 'right' and about stupid 'laws' that they had to follow. He hated every moment of it!
He was currently crouched in the shadow of a building, a house it appeared to be, and the only sound was the scraping of his blades against each other. He cocked his head to one side, listening for any sounds.
Word Count: 504