The gang and the texts and the characters and chaos (closed)

(Oof)

Malcolm: Noticed Sadie and rolled his eye. He immediately regretted that though, as a shot of pain when through his entire body, hitting every tender nerve it could find. He groaned, flopping onto his right side and holding his head with his shaky right hand. He nearly passed out again, but somehow he managed to focus enough on the warm metal of his new mask to stay conscious.

(Lmao!)

Malcolm: Barely hears Sadie since he’s lying on his only working ear. However, her words hits a nerve. He remembers the explosion long ago with great clarity, and now he’s suffering the exact same thing again. He wasn’t sure how to handle it, but he was still in agony and couldn’t think very well. Worse, he knew the cloud of pain would eventually fade, and the horror would return in full.

(‘Moist rat cracker’. What the fuck, lmao! Have you or Sadie, or both, been hanging out with On’nyosh, lol?)

Malcolm: Groans in pain when Sadie touches him. He then sighs resignedly, bursting into another bloody coughing fit. His eyes flicker as he nearly passes out again, but he rolls onto his right side again and the movement helps keep him awake. He doesn’t otherwise react to Sadie.

(Lmao!)
(Me: Yells into the distance, On’nyosh, you fucking whore!)

Malcolm: Barely hears Sadie walk away as he finally passes out. He starts wheezing in his sleep.

(Me: Expression of feigned horror, you’re calling him back!)

Malcolm: Still unconscious, and somehow still alive.

On’nyosh: Casually approaches, snorting at the sight of Malcolm. So, did I miss all the fun? He then notices Sadie, becoming concerned.

On’nyosh: Still looking at Sadie with concern. You alright? He watches Elijah, noticing his fondness of Sadie. When Markus comes up, he shrugs. If you’re meaning ‘jester whore’, then yes. Shakes Markus’ hand. He overhears Sadie, concern flashing in his eyes once again. He then glances back at Markus with a confused raised eyebrow. Indeed, what she said. I prefer being ridden all day by mares, not stallions.

(Have On’nyosh and Sadie even met before? I don’t think they have)

On’nyosh: Shrugs. I’m not sure, but I can probably get pretty close with a guess.

On’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow at Markus and shakes his head in confusion. He snorts disdainfully at the sight of the still unconscious Malcolm, then hears Amber and chuckles. Well, I was, quite obviously, using a horse analogy earlier. But, I will call you whatever you want for the small price of a kiss. Grins flirtatiously. He glances back at Markus as he finishes speaking without saying a word, then immediately turns his attention back to Amber. He drops into a deep bow. My name is On’nyosh, at your gorgeous service. Gives Amber another flirtatious grin. He turns back to Sadie when she speaks. You absorb pain when you heal others, don’t you?

(Lol)
(Considering, Malcolm may or may not be in a coma. I’m honestly undecided about it, but the fact that he’s currently half-dead isn’t helping his situation)
(Alright, lol)

On’nyosh: Seems mildly surprised. So I was actually accurate? Fucking hell. Chuckles for a moment, then clears his throat and composes himself. Well fuck.

(… Glances around, then starts a little evil chuckle)

On’nyosh: Can’t resist a mocking laugh at both Elijah and Markus. He then hums at Amber, intrigued. Fiesty woman, are you? I don’t mind that at all. Though… using an accented voice, spare me jewels that fiery kick if ye wouldn’t mind. Chuckles a bit. He then follows Amber, becoming even more intrigued.

(Me: Points at On’nyosh. This fucking peacock. Lmao!)

On’nyosh: Snickers. I do love a mystery. Continues following her, aware that she knew of his presence, and using it to his advantage. But, he kept a polite distance, never becoming uncomfortably close while also remaining within easy sight.

(Me: High fives back. I don’t know, but On’nyosh is definitely a whore for just about any woman he meets, so… evil snickering)

On’nyosh: Is unfazed by Amber bumping into him, and casually wipes off his clothes. He then hums, flashing Amber another of his flirtatious grins. Sure. Takes a handful of popcorn.

On’nyosh: Chuckles, his eyes lingering on her hip a moment. Well, first off, I’m no ‘sir’. ‘On’nyosh’ is my name, simple as that. Fuck titles. But, besides that, what do you want to know about me? I’m a roaming jester that’s explored almost the entirety of my homeworld. I love insulting people, whether they’re a funky-ass peasant or a dumbass god. I also have a shit ton of exotic friends. Shrugs, snacking on a few pieces of popcorn.