[ In comparison to the pokey, nosey murmur of excitement that seems to grasp most of the fellow beta players, taking in their new surroundings as they are, one person is tucked away by himself absentmindedly fiddling with...something?
Whilst people look around, his face is glued to a screen, fingers tapping away at something as he silently stares. Should you happen to get too close accidentally, or even ( god forbid ) approach on your own, a bright blue gaze will snap up and narrow.
[ Right, so. This shit is ugly. Even with his face covered somewhat, the disgust on his face is palpable. At least the sickle doesn't look half as cringey as the bright pink magical girl stick or questionable oars, but it's still not...cool.
Well. Whatever. After finding and equipping the least offensive costume he could find, he's found himself by the tables. And the booze. The booze he currently has in his hand, squinting at it curiously before he takes a tentative sip.
...And probably makes a disgusted, raspy gagging noise as he slams it back down on the table. Nasty. ]
≫ III.
[ Somebody has discovered the airhorn weapons. And the paintball guns. Neither of which are good things to put in the hands of an agent of chaos, but alas, this game cares not for whom the bell tolls.
Thus you have an absolute bastard, doing his best to sneak up on anybody unfortunate enough to be standing around with their back turned and smack them for the full-force shock effect of having an airhorn blare in their ears. At least he's having fun. ]
≫ IV.
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[ In comparison to the pokey, nosey murmur of excitement that seems to grasp most of the fellow beta players, taking in their new surroundings as they are, one person is tucked away by himself absentmindedly fiddling with...something?
Whilst people look around, his face is glued to a screen, fingers tapping away at something as he silently stares. Should you happen to get too close accidentally, or even ( god forbid ) approach on your own, a bright blue gaze will snap up and narrow.
However, what you end up hearing is... definitely not a normal people voice. How is he doing that. ]
The fuck are you looking at.
≫ II.
[ Right, so. This shit is ugly. Even with his face covered somewhat, the disgust on his face is palpable. At least the sickle doesn't look half as cringey as the bright pink magical girl stick or questionable oars, but it's still not...cool.
Well. Whatever. After finding and equipping the least offensive costume he could find, he's found himself by the tables. And the booze. The booze he currently has in his hand, squinting at it curiously before he takes a tentative sip.
...And probably makes a disgusted, raspy gagging noise as he slams it back down on the table. Nasty. ]
≫ III.
[ Somebody has discovered the airhorn weapons. And the paintball guns. Neither of which are good things to put in the hands of an agent of chaos, but alas, this game cares not for whom the bell tolls.
Thus you have an absolute bastard, doing his best to sneak up on anybody unfortunate enough to be standing around with their back turned and smack them for the full-force shock effect of having an airhorn blare in their ears. At least he's having fun. ]
≫ IV.
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