Sideslash

doing that requires a few things I don't have

like imagination and creativity. also talent.

One of these days my family will get through one goddamn day without some kind of drama

They...they have to, at some point...right?

@feral_nova:

Consider me warned

@feral_nova: I'm sorry, okay? Don't hurt me

@feral_nova: Sorry. I'm frustrated. Won't happen again.

My

family

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

@miss_japan: @miss_america_: Felix held his hands up in a surrendering gesture, clearing his throat a little. "Lieutenant, was is the meaning of this treatment?" He inquired, confused as to the change in demeanour. His eyes flicked about, taking in the new show about him, which caused him to let out an frustrated hiss of breath. "Metas. You're all metas." He commented slowly, watching Waraabe's officers unleash their talents. "Would it kill them to brief me on that?" He chuckled, trying to break the tension with a joke. He cast his glance sideways at the lieutenant. "Teleporter, am I right?" He grinned. "I'd pay a lot of money to be able to do that."

@miss_japan: @miss_america_: "Oh, motherf-" The end of the word was cut off by the sound of the missile whooshing past, the assassin already in a dodging movement, barely escaping the fireball that rippled outwards as the drone immolated the munitions in the bunker. "Whoooooo!" He screamed, keying the communicator. "Stars, you know how to party! We have to team up again sometime!" He cackled as he cricked his neck, looking around. Had she actually killed Zambazi with that attack? He didn't see the Lieutenant anywhere, and most of the unit seemed to have been destroyed. He coughed a little. "Herr Zambazi? Are you alive? They're good shots, nein?" He chuckled, wiping a hand over his brow. This was more work than he'd expected, but goddamn, he was loving every second of it. Much more exciting.

He's crazy

But who isn't?

@miss_japan: @miss_america_:

Felix had never fired a missile in his life, but he had a habit of learning things under pressure. He watched the soldiers as they fired, and copied their actions, aiming it at the nearest chopper. "Sorry, Stars, need to get their trust." He mumbled, firing, and watched as the rocket impacted with the chopper, blowing it to pieces as the explosion rippled outwards. He grinned at Zambazi. "Like, how you say, riding ein bicycle." He joked, letting out a booming laugh. Most people thought laughing was a universal thing, but if you listened, people from different places laugh differently. It's not an accent, exactly, since almost everyone's laugh is a little different, but people from the same area laughed similarly. Right now, he was imitating a laugh he'd heard once at a comedy club in Berlin. He was sure the scarlet-faced, rotund owner of the original laugh would deny that he laughed in such a manner, but the truth was that he did.