achtundsechzigbu

You. Will. Pay. You know who you are. Consequences, you will pay for them, and I do not just mean your privileges. The trip into that dungeon was much more enjoyable the second time.

Someone very important is here. Someone... yes. She knows the truth. She knows what he is. She knows what being torn apart feels like. Torn apart by a rabid dog who always seems to rebel. Biting the hand that feeds can be a dangerous hobby. Do you want to starve?

I still wish I had seen it. If only what I have no would have been something that existed then. No, these eyes did not see the way he crumbled on top of a pile of corpses and blood. What a beautiful thing. A sight for sore eyes, I'm sure. But I would have loved it.

It is almost worthy of poetry. A sonnet on his misery, carved into his flesh. A poem for those who he has killed, and those he destroyed. It could be a wonderful work of poetry! A shame I'm not much of an artist, I would adore to do a painting. I hardly count scribbling the words "Mine" and "Die" on the side of buildings terribly suiting. Ah, as you may have guessed, as far as I'm concerned, they are permanent unless someone else wishes to clean them up. I have no intention to. I think they are lovely.

I am no longer a sole survivor of this. A barely beating heart and flesh left waiting to be rebuilt. I have someone to share this with again. I had been the only one for so long. I must, must see her.

Lily. Such... a word. It is almost like a foul language to desperate ears. Blood stained, white hands, knowing his sin -- to know what he had done! I bet you are proud, Heine! So terribly proud! No, no! We must play soon. No excuses. And even if you deny it, I will find you. And we will play.

The creatures here are barely satisfactory.

That child was barely satisfactory. And it is against my recommendation to do that again. Lest I be forced to actually want to kill you. How fortunate I find mortal bodies to be little entertainment.

A good few days indeed.

Greed, do tell me you have no plans tonight. Or I will force you to cancel them.

I am named...

Giovanni ...apparently. Even though names are for people...I'm still getting used to it.

Also...clothes are weird.

And tight around the neck. Everything is too big. Maybe I'm too small.

I like coloring.

Greed said I don't have to go home, I don't... ...right?

...Why do people have sex over the network?

I have a gun. It's cold...but...nice.

I'm sorry I disappaered, Heine and Nill. Greed told me she wanted to see me, so I came over.

Also eyepatch guy yelled at me cause he became a woman. Is this place always so weird? People can't just change gender.

[[ Yes. he has clothes, that are way too big probably XD, BUT OH WELL. He's small as a kid. =X ]]

I got a job.

And a home...

all in one sitting.

I believe I have had my share of sparring and fighting for the week. And confusion when it comes to others genders.

Little Angel, I did enjoy my time with you, however, I don't think big brother wants me to do it again.

Though... Heine, we'll do it again sometime. In fact, I look forward to it. When everything has healed, I'm sure.

So how does one acquire their powers back at full, hm? I'm afraid twenty-four hours for a gunshot wound is far too long.