Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160718015016

Deaphanie seemed disappointed. "Fine", she sighed. "Have a good one and all that."

She could tell the man was scared however. She knew fear when she saw it. She had seen it countless of times over. Men, women and children alike had all gazed upon her face as they lay dying. And all they had seen in their last moments was fear; fear of the great unknown...

If not for the rules set up by the Old Man, she would have gladly revealed to this man that there indeed was nothing to be afraid of... and most likely invoked even more fear... She trotted back to her brothers who just looked at her confused, not caring to look at the people she had spoken to.

"The Old Man never intended for us to get along with people, sis", shrugged Pestin. "Fuck'em. We got better stuff to do anyhow."

"Yeah, like an eternity of punishing", she remarked.

"Is that sarcasm?" he scoffed. "Look, let's just find some shady place where we can grab a beer or somethin'. Perhaps some rumors will pop up there. And since you already seem tired of this place, the sooner we get to kill these Preachers, the sooner we can go home."

"Yeah", sighed Deaphanie. "Home..."