Here's Tannusen in the cinema car, kicked back in one seat with his booted feet up on the arm of the seat in front of him, ankles crossed. He has popcorn, of course.
What sort of monster watches this kind of silly shit without popcorn? The movie's about to start, the title up on the screen in the cheesiest dramatic splash possible.
"You know..." the blond comments in an aside to whoever's within earshot, his voice a purring thing, "I'm probably not supposed to root for the evil alpacas from space, but I am totally going to anyway. Popcorn?"
🐅 Cat Gonna Cat
You were trying to go about your business somewhere on the train. Just, doing your thing. But as you try to cross one of the cars between you and the thing you're trying to do...
Well, there's a traffic problem.
Ever seen a six hundred pound, nine and a half foot long white bengal tiger? One who isn't inbred and fat in a zoo?
You have now. And he's lounging in the narrow hallway, tail flicking a lazy beat against the floor.
Your move.
🐅 I Reject Your Reality And Substitute My Own
You were trying to go about your business somewhere on the train. Just, doing your thing.
And then reality just sort of... fucking stops. The walls of the train turn into a field of stars, the thing you're holding in your hands suddenly sprouts arms and legs and starts struggling for freedom...
And the man who walks into view? He's covered in stripes, the sclera of his eyes are pitch black, and when he smiles at you -- which he is, now, slow and lazy -- his canine teeth look too sharp. Somehow, like staring at them could cut you.
When he moves, his stripes leave something in the air for a moment like ink in water, dissipating in his trail like smoke.
"Sorry about that," that voice is a rich, low purr, "I didn't know anyone else was in this car."
Tannusen Harrowgate | (old) World of Darkness | OTA
Here's Tannusen in the cinema car, kicked back in one seat with his booted feet up on the arm of the seat in front of him, ankles crossed. He has popcorn, of course.
What sort of monster watches this kind of silly shit without popcorn? The movie's about to start, the title up on the screen in the cheesiest dramatic splash possible.
"You know..." the blond comments in an aside to whoever's within earshot, his voice a purring thing, "I'm probably not supposed to root for the evil alpacas from space, but I am totally going to anyway. Popcorn?"
🐅 Cat Gonna Cat
You were trying to go about your business somewhere on the train. Just, doing your thing. But as you try to cross one of the cars between you and the thing you're trying to do...
Well, there's a traffic problem.
Ever seen a six hundred pound, nine and a half foot long white bengal tiger? One who isn't inbred and fat in a zoo?
You have now. And he's lounging in the narrow hallway, tail flicking a lazy beat against the floor.
Your move.
🐅 I Reject Your Reality And Substitute My Own
You were trying to go about your business somewhere on the train. Just, doing your thing.
And then reality just sort of... fucking stops. The walls of the train turn into a field of stars, the thing you're holding in your hands suddenly sprouts arms and legs and starts struggling for freedom...
And the man who walks into view? He's covered in stripes, the sclera of his eyes are pitch black, and when he smiles at you -- which he is, now, slow and lazy -- his canine teeth look too sharp. Somehow, like staring at them could cut you.
When he moves, his stripes leave something in the air for a moment like ink in water, dissipating in his trail like smoke.
"Sorry about that," that voice is a rich, low purr, "I didn't know anyone else was in this car."