[ Something in the old bastard's rasping strikes a familiar chord, and here in this distant wasteland he can't deny that he knows the song; here sits one toothed bottom-feeder yapping at another.
It's almost a relief, but mostly it just stinks. Bansai doesn't wrinkle his nose, though; it won't change a thing, and he likes the mask he wears today, that of unflappable assholery in the face of this grand cosmic joke. ]
Spoken like a true demon. Done scrabbling in the detritus to share it with the rest of these goodly folk? You shouldn't have.
[ A rotten sort of humour it is, like an oily sweet tang on the tongue, tempered with a crooked tug of lips baring teeth. Maybe it's a smile, somewhere. Without his usual trappings, Bansai's just a guy, strange hair tinged teal and half obscuring his face, the whole of him rendered even more than naked in LILITH's cheerless greys washing him out to his rawest. Poking over his shoulder, however, is a strange instrument, the only real point of Else on him.
The eyes that stare back shine an animal yellow in the ugly overhead LEDs. ]
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It's almost a relief, but mostly it just stinks. Bansai doesn't wrinkle his nose, though; it won't change a thing, and he likes the mask he wears today, that of unflappable assholery in the face of this grand cosmic joke. ]
Spoken like a true demon. Done scrabbling in the detritus to share it with the rest of these goodly folk? You shouldn't have.
[ A rotten sort of humour it is, like an oily sweet tang on the tongue, tempered with a crooked tug of lips baring teeth. Maybe it's a smile, somewhere. Without his usual trappings, Bansai's just a guy, strange hair tinged teal and half obscuring his face, the whole of him rendered even more than naked in LILITH's cheerless greys washing him out to his rawest. Poking over his shoulder, however, is a strange instrument, the only real point of Else on him.
The eyes that stare back shine an animal yellow in the ugly overhead LEDs. ]