Post by Libra/Tachibana on Sept 26, 2019 17:59:48 GMT -4
Fun. What is fun? Fun in a way is something that one should find enjoyment in. Some might consider taking up a hobby in order to have fun. Some poor unfortunate soul might consider a hard job to be 'fun.' Other people consider hanging out with others to be fun. Now, that's all fine and dandy, but at the end of the day, what is fun? Is it trapped in an eternal occurance of being objective and depending from person to person? Perhaps. But then that would mean someone's definition of fun can contrast with someone else's. Its the way the world works, sadly. Even if you manage to find someone who share the same tastes in you, it won't be 1 for 1.
For example: someone might consider taking a nice stroll to be fun. Conversly, someone might consider stalking from the shadows said person taking said nice stroll, follow them as they approach an alleyway, then grab them from behind and start melting their throats off. Already there's some conflict with what they consider to be fun. One: Some people don't like walking! They would rather stay in one place and just chat with the gang or eat something, or stay at home and converse over the phone. Two: What if you don't like the alleyways? They are an integral part of our society, with how easy it is to shove half melted bodies in them and also litter that you have on your person and you're too lazy to put it in the trash. Three...well, the third conflict is a bit obvious, right?
No-one likes a whiner. Or a screamer.
Today, Libra was in the mood for some good ol' fashioned skin melting. The gray-skinned, bright glowing red-eyed, indigo vein pulsating serial killer got bored this afternoon. Can't help herself, she hasn't done anything cool today. She accidentally stubbed her toe on a door, but it's not the same. So she dressed herself up, got her mask on, activated her quirk to get fully greyed out, and went out to kill some poor random smuck walking back from home. And so...she did. Covering the person's mouth with her acidic hand means of course they'll scream, but hey. At this time of day, who can find this poor loser? They'll just end up as compost anyway.
As she thinks up ways to melt off this poor fool's limbs, she heard some noises. Her enhanced senses managed to pick up the smallest of chances. They also increase the intensity so its like needles being jammed in her head, but that's the fun part. "HMM? WHO'S THERE?" She says in her usual screechy horrible tone, cackling as she attemps to burns off the poor person's mouth. Ooh, perhaps she can burn off the legs and then the arms. Or, maybe, she can just aim at the chest and melt away, reaching the heart….and uuuh….dunno, throw it on the trash or something? She barely uses the organs for stuff, she just kinda kills the peeps.
For example: someone might consider taking a nice stroll to be fun. Conversly, someone might consider stalking from the shadows said person taking said nice stroll, follow them as they approach an alleyway, then grab them from behind and start melting their throats off. Already there's some conflict with what they consider to be fun. One: Some people don't like walking! They would rather stay in one place and just chat with the gang or eat something, or stay at home and converse over the phone. Two: What if you don't like the alleyways? They are an integral part of our society, with how easy it is to shove half melted bodies in them and also litter that you have on your person and you're too lazy to put it in the trash. Three...well, the third conflict is a bit obvious, right?
No-one likes a whiner. Or a screamer.
Today, Libra was in the mood for some good ol' fashioned skin melting. The gray-skinned, bright glowing red-eyed, indigo vein pulsating serial killer got bored this afternoon. Can't help herself, she hasn't done anything cool today. She accidentally stubbed her toe on a door, but it's not the same. So she dressed herself up, got her mask on, activated her quirk to get fully greyed out, and went out to kill some poor random smuck walking back from home. And so...she did. Covering the person's mouth with her acidic hand means of course they'll scream, but hey. At this time of day, who can find this poor loser? They'll just end up as compost anyway.
As she thinks up ways to melt off this poor fool's limbs, she heard some noises. Her enhanced senses managed to pick up the smallest of chances. They also increase the intensity so its like needles being jammed in her head, but that's the fun part. "HMM? WHO'S THERE?" She says in her usual screechy horrible tone, cackling as she attemps to burns off the poor person's mouth. Ooh, perhaps she can burn off the legs and then the arms. Or, maybe, she can just aim at the chest and melt away, reaching the heart….and uuuh….dunno, throw it on the trash or something? She barely uses the organs for stuff, she just kinda kills the peeps.
