CursedPh4nt0m (gearshift48 )
"Yadda yadda yadda, my number-named fellow! Do you have the psyche of a banana peel that you jump to aggressions so quickly? Give me a break, hah!"
The Inquisitor's voice seemed increadibly sarcastic and if not condencending: How could they know his true capabilities if he was, in the end, so theatrical? The play he had put on today was incredbly entertaining for him, and it seemed that it wouldn't cease to be so for as long as he taunted the short-fused soldiers.
However, he still had duties to carry off, and as such he has to get back to the job. Seemingly generating another staff from his arm, though this one is bad of the same black material that he himself is made of, he begins to yield it around:
"Now now my explosive prime number -
- He lay his head atop his dark staff and looked at Three, the mask had already generated a threatical expression of happyness, though the very nature of the Inquisitor meant that these expressions were confusing at the very least. -
I have a certain non-agression pact to follow, now how about your other friends here, and you -
- An emphasis on the you, as the index finger of his right hand, the one that was supporting his jaw, and then his arms on the staff, started to extend outwards, and touched the forehead of Three with a light boop.-
hastly make your way out of this room before I accidently absorb your energy and have to go through the hassle of rebuilding it?
-Looking now at the king, which by now should already be distracted enough by the threatical display:-
That serves for you too, king-guy. Then later we can talk about getting you into space and all, but this must be dealt first if these gentleman right here make it easy."
The Inquisitor lay in wait with his head perched atop the dark staff and the smile on his face, there was no rush or hurry, for this was all too entertaining.