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RedArrow
RedArrow
Posts : 41
Join date : 2023-10-19
Age : 32

Twas the night before christmas Empty Twas the night before christmas

Fri Aug 09, 2024 2:51 am
Curiosity and empathy. Such was the duality she possessed. Lights flickered, sounds of low-pitched laughter broke out, a sound born of madness. A brief flicker of something wild, something wicked in nature held court, Red Arrow’s madness growing more and more complex with each passing day.

As the camera panned around, the remains of broken objects came into view, objects left on the floor in pieces, spread out across the floor. Such was the destructive nature of Red Arrow. It wasn’t in his nature to leave things unbroken or undamaged. Violence and brutality were something that fed the erratic nature of his mind.

Dollia looked on as she noted the chaotic nature of her client. Her lips were in a half smile/half frown.

Dollia Trypp: “You have a match coming up, with a figure who for some reason resembles Santa Claus. Whether or not this figure believes himself to be Jolly Saint Nick remains to be seen. How best to evaluate this individual? Test him with Red Arrow.”

Red Arrow looked up, a wicked grin alighting itself on his features. Clapping his hands together, bright and cryptic speech flowed forth in the typical manner of Red Arrow.

Red Arrow: “Yuletide is it? The bringer of toys?. The gift that keeps on giving. Violence. Your mettle shall be tested. You may look like the famed Jolly Saint Nick, but I’ll be the one presenting you with a gift. A gift-wrapped beating courtesy of The Red Arrow.”

Red Arrow burst out into malevolently gleeful laughter, the idea of handing out a gift wrapped beatdown, appealing to his particular brand of crazy. Swiftly he began walking away, humming something that sounded like twas the night before Christmas.

Dollia shook her head, a mixture of amusement and concern on her face, having noted the increasingly odd nature of her client.
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