Isaac didn't get motion sickness, and he certainly wasn't claustrophobic, so why exactly was he so quiet? So tightly wound?
Maybe being bunged together with a group of weird strangers, one of which previously turned him to stone, the other carrying a gun (a piece of armory that Isaac had never even seen before) was enough to make him feel a little on the edgy side.
Why was he here anyway? For what good reason in Hell's pleasant valleys did this princess of ash think he'd come in handy? With a especially sour looking expression he got out of the strange vehicle and stood up, all lanky-limbed like a daddy long legs, back hunched and his gait half-arsed.
His plan, you see, was to slowly sink to the back of this teddy bear's picnic and slink away, so long as that blond wasn't keeping an eye on him... Ugh... She always kept an eye on him, what did she expect anyway!? It made him feel awkward to just look at her. He usually didn't go out with the intention of killing someone, not kill them, and then hang around with them afterwards. What sort of good idea is that?! It's not a good idea, that's what.
And who were all these boring sods anyway? Lanky, scrawny scientists? Chunky gun-totting maniacs? Strange lady men (ohh, but that one's not bad looking), some multi-coloured jungle monkey with blue hair, the gunners friend (mhmm, friend), and of course... Ashe, the one who started all of these commotion.
If he had his spear he'd pop off all their heads like the heads of unripened dandy lions and feed them to the crows...!
Well, maybe not... Maybe not if he was shot in the head first.
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Maybe being bunged together with a group of weird strangers, one of which previously turned him to stone, the other carrying a gun (a piece of armory that Isaac had never even seen before) was enough to make him feel a little on the edgy side.
Why was he here anyway? For what good reason in Hell's pleasant valleys did this princess of ash think he'd come in handy? With a especially sour looking expression he got out of the strange vehicle and stood up, all lanky-limbed like a daddy long legs, back hunched and his gait half-arsed.
His plan, you see, was to slowly sink to the back of this teddy bear's picnic and slink away, so long as that blond wasn't keeping an eye on him... Ugh... She always kept an eye on him, what did she expect anyway!? It made him feel awkward to just look at her. He usually didn't go out with the intention of killing someone, not kill them, and then hang around with them afterwards. What sort of good idea is that?! It's not a good idea, that's what.
And who were all these boring sods anyway? Lanky, scrawny scientists? Chunky gun-totting maniacs? Strange lady men (ohh, but that one's not bad looking), some multi-coloured jungle monkey with blue hair, the gunners friend (mhmm, friend), and of course... Ashe, the one who started all of these commotion.
If he had his spear he'd pop off all their heads like the heads of unripened dandy lions and feed them to the crows...!
Well, maybe not... Maybe not if he was shot in the head first.