gideon nav (wedobones) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-08-21 13:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: network post, assassin's creed: jacob frye, wicked saints: serefin meleski, ₴ inactive: dean winchester, ₴ inactive: gideon nav, ₴ inactive: nesta archeron |
This wasn't what I was expecting when I opened my eyes, and - lucky you - I'm sure you weren't expecting a flaming ball of hotness such as myself to darken your doorway. Spirits and sages, sharpen your blades and unleash your loosest women, because Gideon of House No. 9 is all up in you. All up in you.
I'm so glad that whole Sacred Vow of Silence thing is over.
Anyhow. Your DOA types were nice, answered my questions, which consisted of mainly "what the fuck" and also "why the fuck", with a side order of "but how the fuck" and "how's my face paint" (supremely shattered, by the way, apparently interdimensional travel doesn't play nice with the vestal skull decoration depicting Honour & Resignation), but no matter. I'm Gideon Nav, I'm free as balls, and I'm here to shirk my Holy duties and be an astounding example of a cautionary tale, since it appears like going back's off the menu. Shame. NOT.
What am I to do for coin and keep? I'm sure I was told this, but I stopped listening about five minutes in. That's on me, not you. Also, your sun is nearly as bright as my future, this place has a shocking lack of dour nuns swinging thuribles made of bone, and the absence of saturnine chanting is really giving me the creeps.