I write sins, not tragedies
“These fuckers have been the bane of every Leafchange for a couple years now,” Wessex offers with a growl, her frustration at the yearly infestation suddenly filling her to bursting. So yes, maybe she is a little aggressive in her demolition of what might otherwise be considered cute, but who’s to say they don’t deserve it?
“I don’t… think so?” she replies, looking over at them for a moment as she sorts through her feelings again. “I don’t really like the word. It came from another Outlander and it felt like… like his cy-borgs were all bad. Had a singular goal? That didn’t… sound good.” Little does she know that they’re quite literally a mix of a vampire, typically something shunned and hated, and a cyborg, which was generally given to causes centered around overtaking the world.
“Ascended just sounds so much better.” Shrugging, Wessex takes the opportunity to kick a larger one - hard - and sends it flying. But the baby one behind it gets her lasers. “Yes, though this is a magic… not an upgrade. There’s a difference, I just don’t know why or how.”
“I don’t… think so?” she replies, looking over at them for a moment as she sorts through her feelings again. “I don’t really like the word. It came from another Outlander and it felt like… like his cy-borgs were all bad. Had a singular goal? That didn’t… sound good.” Little does she know that they’re quite literally a mix of a vampire, typically something shunned and hated, and a cyborg, which was generally given to causes centered around overtaking the world.
“Ascended just sounds so much better.” Shrugging, Wessex takes the opportunity to kick a larger one - hard - and sends it flying. But the baby one behind it gets her lasers. “Yes, though this is a magic… not an upgrade. There’s a difference, I just don’t know why or how.”
WESSEX
