made more lore for SS.
[ sylo ] okay, so, I've been told that I'll have to share some shit about my multiverse, so expect something to show up about it. I just need to figure out when I'll have something ready...
[ ??? ] thuzzel foch az veeh.
[ sylo ] ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I GET IT. please, just leave me alone.
no I will not translate my made-up languages for you.
suffer.
Bone spaghetti.
your feedback is greatly appreciated.
workin' out the details for a type 3 NE species. may or may not share when finished.
I sit in the rafters, waiting to strike. my target is right below me. I look up, and give left the signal.
we pounce, not making a sound. left takes out both guards in a single swift movement, cutting both of them clean down the middle.
I take out the target, landing silently behind them before snapping their neck with ruthless efficiency.
I look over at all of the blood on the floor. "tsk. you're always so messy, left."
left looks at the bloodied bodies of what was once the guards, then at the target. "and you don't know how to have a little fun. come on right, you have those blades for a reason!"
I chuckle and hold out my hand. the blood starts swirling towards me before stopping in front of my hand. "don't worry, left; I know other ways to have fun."
I grab the target and left erases the guards before we're both teleported to our client. "assassination complete, as per our deal." I drop the target at the client's feet.
the client looks at it a bit, before looking satisfied and takes out a bag. "alright. here's your payment."
left takes the bag and opens it up. I can see her eyes sparkle a bit before closing it back up. "okay, everything's there. thanks for your business."
left and I teleport back home. once we get there, left takes out the bag.
I look at it inquisitively. "say, I wasn't there when you accepted that guy's commission, so I'm a little curious as to what the payment was."
left looks up at me, a devious grin slowly creeping up her face. "oh, don't worry, my poor little right. you'll find out later."
"wait, you don't mean..." a shiver runs down my spine.
left looks on at me. her breathing is starting to become erratic. "actually, forget later—I wanna do it now!"
left pulls out what was in the bag: a large chunk of vernium. my breathing starts becoming shaky. "left, are you...?"
left starts dangling the vernium in front of my face, taunting me with it.
a slight smile starts to play at the corners of my mouth. before long, I'm grinning ear to ear, my breaths shallow and erratic.
"alright then, left. I guess I can play your little game for a bit."
still workin' out some kinks in the timeline so far.
it's going.
So, I finally decided to get Tumblr.
I hope you're happy P.M. Seymour.
Y'all ever just have those kinds days where you look back on it and be like "yup, that was a day. That day some things that happened, and those things that happened were on that day. Like, can you believe that? And that day was one of the days that happened to be just that: a day. It was truly a day indeed."
Yeah.