Okay, so here's the deal:
I like nursery rhymes. There's something wonderfully innocent about them, so pure. I love them. The bad news is a lot of grownups don't know them... and for some reason you adventuring types don't want me to hurt kids to get them.
For every day there's a nursery rhyme here in my dreams, that's one less little one I hunt down. Sounds pretty reasonable, huh? And you go ahead and ask around, make sure I'm keeping my word. ::giggles:: Would I lie to you? Just no more "song that never ends" and we have a deal.
And don't you worry, oh oddly speaking brother... I can siphon undead all day long over in the Deadlands. I don't
have to siphon or torture anyone living in order to heal up. I probably will at some point, but that seems to ruin my chances to have Prolon as my bestest friend.
Oh! ::sits bolt upright:: Ona, you smart little yellow thing you! You're right: there are too many for us to balance. Almost like someone SHOULDN'T BE HERE or something ::sits cross-armed, sulking:: Party pooper.
Hrrrrrmmmmm... what do I want while in this new form? :
uts her finger to her chin, thinking:: Just enough destruction and pain to be fun, but not enough destruction that I have nothing left to play with. Nothingness is so BORING. Nothing to do, because there's nothing around! No screams, no thrones on which to sit, nothing but nothingness. My newly
little brother has focus and purpose... and for that I'll always hold a certain respect for him. But NOTHING? Really guy? That's no fun. And hahahahaaaaa. Let's see if you can get his name out of him. I ain't telling you.