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bastardofipswich[ Here's a teenager, holding his phone up to record himself as he lounges in his kickass new throne. Really, he's practically draped across it, legs dangling over the arm. What can be seen of the temple around him is... dimly lit and sparsely furnished. But he grins, looking totally self-satisfied, with the kind of obnoxious smugness that 18 year olds are particularly adept it projecting.
His eyes go black as the torches' flames flare up in size and intensity. ]
Bow down, bitches. The mortal coil's about to make a biiiiig comeback.
[ GRIN.
...
There's a bit of an awkward pause as he cranes his neck to look around. ]
So who the hell-- [ Does he own Hell now? HEH. Yeah, he has to pause to snicker. ] --knows anything about interior decorating? This place needs a serious makeover. [ Chase needs a makeover while we're at it. He's projecting 'high school student' instead of fearsome death god. ]
His eyes go black as the torches' flames flare up in size and intensity. ]
Bow down, bitches. The mortal coil's about to make a biiiiig comeback.
[ GRIN.
...
There's a bit of an awkward pause as he cranes his neck to look around. ]
So who the hell-- [ Does he own Hell now? HEH. Yeah, he has to pause to snicker. ] --knows anything about interior decorating? This place needs a serious makeover. [ Chase needs a makeover while we're at it. He's projecting 'high school student' instead of fearsome death god. ]