Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5543592-20151011015511

Pierre canted his head in thought, his face a mixture of deep thinking and confusion. Disbelief. Outrage.

''I think. Therefore I am.''

"If they think like us, and act like us, and are like us in all ways, then what makes them different?" ''They're only ghosts. They're unnatural. They don't belong in this world.''

Pierre's face hardened.

But neither do you.

There was a flash of metal, a singing sound, and then a crack. Pierre's katana was in his hands, the mid-section of the blade coated in blood.

Captain Candlestick's headless body collapsed to the ground with a thump.

His breathing was suddenly very laboured, like he was having a panic attack. Only, he was trying to stop himself from killing everyone in the room.

Everyone.

He grit his teeth and his muscles grew taut, and for a instant he thought that was it, he was about to murder Rikki, Blue, and everyone else.

But then the sword returned to it's sheath and Pierre took a step back, and then turned, stalking out of the temple.

The air around him steamed.