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"Yeah! Clay, thank you very much, I very much appreciate it. Meet here after class and I'll give you a song for your trouble."

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"Pleasure doing business with you. If you want anything else, just let me know."

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"Perfect. Well, that's all I wanted." Wilbur claps. "Thank you! I'll be going now."

Outside: "See? Fucking told you."

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"Wilbur. Stop it. You're fucking scaring me, man."

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"This is nothing. This is just the beginning. I say we fucking destroy that study group. And you can either--you can either join me or you can try to stop me, it's your decision. But they don't fucking care about us, so why should we care about them!"

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"Wilbur. You're being reckless, you're being-- you're not being the person who came in here two years ago, you're not. I won't try and stop you, but I don't, I don't agree to this! This isn't the right thing to do, this isn't the moral thing to do. You’re being... What’s the point in doing anything, if you’ve lost all hope? You’ve gotta stay with it, man. You’ve gotta-- You’ve gotta pull yourself together. I'll--I won't tell anyone. But this isn't the right thing to do."

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Wilbur goes quiet, for a moment. Looks down. Sighs. "Do you, uh-- do you know the poem Ozymandias, Tommy?"

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"...Yes? A couple weeks ago I did Toby's homework on it, you know. Got an A+, as well. --Sorry, go on."

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"You're a prick. I-- I'm feeling-- I'm feeling like I can understand where that poem is coming from, Tommy. I'm-- Look. I-- understand that this won't-- help me. I'm-- aware of that. But sometimes in order to feel safe, you have to... be ready to give it all up."

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"Wilbur. I'm not gonna stop you, but I’m not gonna help you go through with this! You're being a moron, Wilbur! You're being insane!"

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"I wanna-- I'm thinking."

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"You're getting all-- You're saying everyone's against you! It's not--"

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"Go back to your room, Tommy. I'm going to go talk to Toby."

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"...At least take some mana."

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"Goodbye, Tommy. Go back to your room."

And he goes to Toby's room and knocks. 46A, void wall.

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"Hello?"

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"It's Wilbur."

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"Oh, okay, yeah, come in!" The door opens. His room is... marginally neater than Tommy's. (Not that Wilbur has room to judge. His room's easily the worst out of all of them.) "I saved you some stuff, I invented these new explosives, I don't know how much Tommy told you about them?"

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"...Explosives? Tommy didn't tell me they were explosives. He just said that you had supplies." Well, this is going to be useful.

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"Yeah! They're mostly flash, I had to figure something out that would hurt mals without damaging the scholomance itself.  I figured out a way to batch 'em so I can make loads."

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"Great! That's, that's brilliant, Toby."

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"You think so?" Toby starts putting the balls of explosive into Wilbur's backpack. "--Just throw one of these at a mal if you see one, it'll go boom, hopefully take care of it for you."

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"I do. I do. I've been-- I've been thinking a lot, recently, actually.

You voted for Schlatt, right? I want-- honest opinion, what do you think. Don't sugarcoat it, just say it honestly, friend to friend."

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"I mean... He's got pros and cons. Friend to friend-- he's made some positive improvements but he's got a lot of strange ideas."

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"Okay. Okay. So you-- so you agree, you agree that he made, he made positive changes."

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