I need to kill people. For my own enrichment.

Other me’s kind of pathetic. Falling at just bein’ called good. [ <— would do the exact same thing. If anything, she wants it even MORE. ]

* But thеy couldn't know that directing the barrel at mе made a weapon. * And every shot that they took, only made me more a LEGEND. < temp pinned > < twewy au of fandomless oc > < info below >

Oh, god. It’s the numbers bitch.

[ perched to glare down upon the little town. their eyes, like distant owl gleams, bear with menace from the building top. one particular figure in her view, whom phases through the crowd, who has limped with her hope into the darkness of an alley. ] +

Hey—! Don't take off without me, jeez...! [ As she sees Lunus fly off, she groans and follows not long after — seeing what's got their attention so hooked nearly immediately. A player. Oh, this should be fun... Her smile stretches into something eerie. Manic. Not a great sign for the player. ]

Why the fuck are people talkin' about 'bosoms'?

Too many people. Don’t like it.

... Lunus.

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