Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-30014014-20181210032223

"Ohh, excuse me" spits Mordekai, his bag undone from his back, the zipper as well "There I was thinking about those that were taken away in the most harrowing of way. Who would have thought that a man speaking about how one of these...things were bringing pleasure to one of the dying like it's some sick joke. But hey, clearly, that's just me".

He turns to the bag, his sanity meter clearly slipping over this little debacle, a hand diving within "Since this is all fun for you two, well, ok then...let's go. You wanna go around threatning the man who barely got away seeing a whole bunch of people dying in sickly way? As he's wondering why you would even think of such things? Ok...You wanna speak about that weird shit you think you see as if it's supposed to be some consolation? Ok...ok..."

The masked man pulls out a small bandolier of fireworks, part of it, duck tape rigged on them with what seems to be powder "You never know when those things are coming back. So, being who I am, I prepare, spend the time tweaking my few measures of protection. And well, looks like I'm getting some tried and true field test, am I?"

He swings the thing slightly before his feet, simply to get a hold of the trigger, which he does, flickering it on and off. "You want to speak in a detriment to the departed? Ok, go do that somewhere else. Or, you can lunge at me. All you want. if I assume what you want is to end up like the last freak that tried ripping me apart..."

Mordekai's voice regains a sense of calm amidst the sea of madness. Some of the pressure had blown over, allowing him to take a breath. He looks back at them, mustering no more vocal hostilities, yet beholden to his improvised explosive...