Seeing his chance, Taylor grinned.
[ I LEFT THEM WITH SOME FRIENDS ]
[ WITH THE NICE GIRLS UP ON FLOOR 24, IF I RECALL ]
Taylor screamed, turning tail and running from Crown.
[ I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY ]
[ I WON'T DO IT AGAIN I PROMISE ]
[ I WON'T HURT ANYONE AGAIN! ]
[ I WON'T BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSE ANYMORE ]
[ I WON'T BEAT UP YOUR BUTLER OUR KIDNAP YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND SELL HER TO AN OMNICIDAL SOCIOPATH WHO INTENDS TO USE HER AS A SACRIFICE TO OPEN A PORTAL TO THE WARP ]
[ I'LL EVEN TELL YOU WHERE YOUR SERVANT GIRLS ARE ]
[ JUST PLEASE STOP HURTING MEEEEEE!!!! ]
@Fehafare: @ChronoWolf: @SamJaz:
Water squirted out of the black rose, splashing against Taylor's face.
[ THAT'S FUNNY ]
A small screw was embedded into one of the rose's thorns. A much larger screw was in Taylor's hands, and was thrusted towards Crown's face.
@SamJaz: @ChronoWolf: @Fehafare:
Taylor raised his hands and hi-fived both Arthur and SamJaz, dropping a screw onto their right feet.
[ GOOD TIMES ]
[ NOW WHERE THEM HOES AT? ]
Blood flew as Arthur sliced through Taylor. He was quickly diced into pieces, with body parts flying all over.
When Arthur high-fived the dismembered hand, however, it gripped him tightly.
With a twist, a completely unharmed Taylor had Arthur against the floor.
[ OKAY ]
[ SO WE CHOP EACH OTHER TO PIECES TO CONGRATULATE EACH OTHER IN THIS COUNTRY ]
Taylor reached up and held a knife above his head.
[ THAT'S GOOD TO KNOW ]
@Fehafare: @Galenbeta: @Aoshi_Kamura:
No one noticed Taylor slipping into the ceremony late. He was usually not noticed by anyone unless they were specifically looking for him, and that's usually when they read his name.
However, there seemed to be a lot going on.
He raised his hand.
[ SIR ]
[ CAN I THROW THIS UPSTART OUT AND FIND OUT WHAT HE'S RAMBLING ABOUT? ]
@Aoshi_Kamura: @Galenbeta: @Fehafare:
The was a chuckle, a dark, sinister chuckle, from a wall above Charlotte and the Espada. If one were to look upwards, they might see a figure, dressed in black robes, with a white cloak bearing a mark on the back.
( + )
They wouldn't detect his spiritual pressure. You cannot detect what was not there, for this Soul Reaper was weaker than a drowned kitten.
Yet this Soul Reaper was more terrifying than any of the previous bearers of his robe and title.
He considered this, watching the Espada below, like they were dirt underneath his shoe.
And that they were.
[ THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT WE WERE THAT INCOMPETENT ]
He was Captain Yoi Hoisha. The captain of Squad Eleven. The current bearer of the Kenpachi title.
And he was WEAK.
Taylor took the bullets to the chest and face, staggered, but rose up right as rain with a smile on his face and a disk in his fingers.
[ OKAY ]
[ I CAN TELL YOU'RE KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW ]
[ I'LL JUST GO DROP THIS OFF OVER AT YOUR PLACE ]
[ IT'S COOL, I KNOW WHERE IT IS ]
[ SEEYA ]
And with that, he was gone.
[ MY ROOMMATE ]
Taylor shrugged nonchalantly as he continued unpacking various bits of cutlery, explaining as he went along.
[ HE STOLE MY GIRLFRIEND AND THEN HE BEAT ME UP WHEN I TRIED TO WIN HER BACK ]
[ SINCE THEN, I'VE BEEN FORCED TO STAY WHERE HE CAN KEEP HIS EYE ON ME ]
[ AS PRISONS GO, IT'S ONE OF THE BETTER ONES ]
[ FOOD STILL SUCKS THOUGH ]
Walking around Sicilly's kitchen, admiring her tools, was a rather odd young man. He was pale, and seemed slightly oriental if one had to guess his nationality. He had scruffy black hair and a slightly hunched posture and the most unnerving pleasant smile one could ever hope to see.
How he got into the young lady's apartment was a complete mystery, one he never intended to reveal, but what was clear was that he was here for more than just to admire the silverware.
[ HI ]
[ I'M TAYLOR ]
[ I LIVE ACROSS THE HALL ]
[ CAN I HAVE SOME COOKIES? ]
[ THIS IS A GAME ]
[ JUST LIKE JLYNNANA'S GAME, ONLY BACKWARDS ]
[ POST SOMETHING THE CHARACTER ABOVE YOU COULD BEAT YOUR CHARACTER AT ]
[ FOR EXAMPLE, IF SAMJAZ POSTED ABOVE ME ]
[ I WOULD SAY THAT SAMJAZ COULD BEAT ME AT A CAKE-MAKING CONTEST ]
[ THEN THE PERSON BELOW ME WOULD POST SOMETHING I COULD BEAT THEM AT ]
[ READY? ]
[ ALRIGHT, I GOT IT ]
Taylor ducked, summoning a large screw from the ground to shatter the large lump of stone before erasing the distance between his current location and where Tavi was fighting, before pulling a floppy disc from his pocket.
[ THIS HAS THE IDENTITIES OF EVERY DOUBLE AGENT OPERATING IN EVERY OPERATION FABLE HAS THEIR FINGERS IN ]
[ EVERYONE WILLING TO DEFECT TO YOUR SIDE AND EVERYONE ON YOUR SIDE WILLING TO SELL YOU OUT ]
[ IT'S LEGIT, I WROTE IT MYSELF ]
[ AND SINCE IT'S COMING FROM THE EXPERT ON HUMAN WEAKNESS, I'D SAY IT'S RELIABLE ]
[ WILL YOU PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY? ]
[ IF NOT, I'M WILLING TO COOK WAFFLES AND BABYSIT ON THE WEEKEND. ]
[ PICK ONE, AND YOU'RE EITHER A GREAT SPY OR A HORRIBLE MOTHER ]
Taylor reached out, hoping to slip the floppy disc down Tavi's trousers before jumping back to a safe distance.
[ CALL ME ]