NINE.

[failhound]

• ACTION •

[Somewhere in the city, yet another individual is slowly going out of his mind -- or at least, that's what it feels like. What's a little different (or perhaps not so different) is that Nora knows this feeling.]

... thought I told you to shut up. Not gonna listen to you. Don't gotta listen to anybody here. Don't care what you're saying this time, get out. Get out!

[It's a continuous mutter, countering the insidious whisper in his head. The one telling him unfamiliar things in a familiar voice -- to devour everything because he can, to make them acknowledge his power--

... When yelling at it doesn't work, and tearing apart the first monster he comes across doesn't work, and getting the blood from mostly the monster on shattered rubble and windows still doesn't work--

That's when Nora goes looking for distractions. Fights are distractions -- but what he's currently doing is undoubtedly scoping out the opponent, flitting along semi-stealthily behind the unfortunate individual whose stream or gait or weapon or look (really, he doesn't care which it was) has caught his eye.]

[OOC: Have a Nora!stalker for your actionlogging convenience! You can feel free to discover him or wait until he attacks or something. ;) Up to you. As a side warning, a random ridingabicycle may drop in at some point in threads.]

Comments

Obviously im dying in a sea of fyre /hurr

[gocoldturkey.livejournal.com]

((NAILED

AND HE'S DOWN FOR THE COUNT, LOOK AT THOSE KITTENS SCRABLE.))

............ /badumtish

[failhound.livejournal.com]

...

[What. That was ridiculously easy.

Nora stalks over to his kill, scattering the cats with a few impatient motions of his foot, which then knocks the curly head soundly.]

If you're playing dead, it's not gonna work! And I'm gonna eat all your damn cats!

thank you thank you ill be here all week.

[gocoldturkey.livejournal.com]

Ow....

((rolls over after a second... stares up...))

You should play baseball with a throw like that... ((OBSERVANT))

:p :P!!

[failhound.livejournal.com]

... Why would I?! It's just hitting a ball with a stick.

[Is he getting used to Greece's ridiculous everything? Maybe. He smirks after a moment.]

I could play baseball with your head.

[Here's a speculative look at the pitchfork hmmmmmmm. How many prongs does it take to get the center of a Greek's skull?]

[gocoldturkey.livejournal.com]

((One?))

Maybe later.

((Sits up, scratches head and dusts self off. He looks around in a confused sort of way. The cats that were following have disappeared now. He puffs quietly, clearly unaware of the horrible intentions Nora has.

I mean really. He has no idea what's going on.))