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(He can meet my murdery half-Russian girlie)
(He can meet my murdery half-Russian girlie)
(Russian? yes)
(Lol)
Ōn’nyosh: Shakes his head and sighs. As long as it isn’t parasites. Looks at Pandora and snorts. Okay, but still. No references to ol’ Shits-In-A-Bag who’s after my soul. I hate that fucking prick!
Addic: we can see that
Pandora: shrugs whatever you say. I do not even know who this prick is.
Ōn’nyosh: Flips off Addic.
Addic: winks and blows a kiss to Ōn’nyosh
Kek materializes in the chat with what is definitely not a not-his "borrowed" godly weapon
Kek: nods to all the new people, and frowns slightly when he sees Ōn’nyosh What's up losers
Pandora: shrugs whatever you say. I do not even know who this prick is.
Ōn’nyosh: He’s one of the three primary deities of my homeworld. Think, eight foot tall, hunched over, zombie fuck that can make a lich fucking gag.
Addic: nodding to Kek hullo kek
Kek: nods back Been a while. Your name's Addic, eh?
Ōn’nyosh: Rolls his eyes at Addic, then just ignores him. Sees Kek and snickers at the frown. Fuck the losers, bring the boozers. Laughs.
Addic: taking another drink it always has been.
Kek: grins at Ōn’nyosh Words to live by
Corrin: vague stirring noises, still asleep
Ōn’nyosh: Laughs some more.
Pandora: shrugs whatever you say. I do not even know who this prick is.
Ōn’nyosh: He’s one of the three primary deities of my homeworld. Think, eight foot tall, hunched over, zombie fuck that can make a lich fucking gag.
Pandora: …intriguing.
Ōn’nyosh: Looks back at Pandora. No, he’s not. He’s a fucking nasty-ass, evil bastard. Leave him out of this!
Pandora: That was in a sarcastic manner, dumbass. Now, I would highly recommend you calm down.
A tall, scruffy Russian man falls from the sky, spewing Russian profanities at an astounding rate
Ivanovsky: Muttering in Russian Черт бы побрал этого идиота, который думает, что может запустить меня в космос на досуге. . . и его идиоты-божественные друзья, которые выбрали меня героем в первую очередь. . .
addic: refills Ōn’nyosh's cup and finnishes his own
Corrin: sits up Gods? Hero? Launching? Sounds like a fine tale, friend
Ōn’nyosh: Huffs, then takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey he’s still holding. Like I said, I hate the prick. But, as long as that guy’s not mentioned anymore, I’m fine.
Ivanovsky: Gets up and brushes off his clothes, which consist of bland and worn trousers, a thick olive green jacket and a sleeveless t-shirt О, какого хрена, где я сейчас? Я снова много выпил?
Ōn’nyosh: Looks at the new guy in absolute confusion. What in the actual motherfuck are you saying, you gibberish-speaking sky-shit? Realizes Addic just refilled his glass. Oh, thank you.
Ivanovsky: Glares at the lizard man Либо я под наркотиками, либо эта гребаная ящерица разговаривает со мной так, будто это гребаное место принадлежит ему. Эй, иди на хуй, ящерица. Нахуй тебя и твоих чертовых друзей.
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