[ he growls and thrashes around in its hold, the lapis hanging around his neck glowing faintly in warning. he can't open his portals--something's been restricting him since he got. here.
(wherever here is) ]
You... A numbers!
[ this number is familiar, and he doesn't know why
it reeks of barian world but yet-- ]
You can hardly call yourself a master when you are a servant. Release me, Numbers!
[ he says it like it's some being lower than him
(and doesn't he have a right, because tachyon could tear this number apart without a second thought--)
no subject
(wherever here is) ]
You... A numbers!
[ this number is familiar, and he doesn't know why
it reeks of barian world but yet-- ]
You can hardly call yourself a master when you are a servant. Release me, Numbers!
[ he says it like it's some being lower than him
(and doesn't he have a right, because tachyon could tear this number apart without a second thought--)
(if only he could summon tachyon) ]