Little_Hunter
A7M3-J Kai
The Dogmeister looks in a vaguely offscreen direction. "Hands? What foolish nonsense is this? What sort of half-baked fool allows for the condition of his physical form to limit himself?" He pets the Uberdog regardless. "The only thing that attaching any sort of value to one's body brings beyond it's worth is chains, my dear. Chains, and shackles, mental and physical." He continues, a slight tone of arrogance overtaking his well-aged, deepened voice. "Anyone with a semblance of power should know, first and foremost, not to fit their form, but to bend their form to fit them." He appears to sit down onto nothing, moments before conjuring a chair, brass frame and velvet cloth interweaving. "To submit yourself to ones circumstances is foolish and childish, for reality twists on a whim". He tosses a single condescending glance towards his imagined audience. "Throwing one's destiny into the whims of fate so willingly- Is that not the epitome of foolishness, or an epitome of, in of it's self?" The chair vanishes, and suddenly, he is on his feet once more. "Here. Let me show you what it is to be defined by circumstance." He makes the motion of snapping his fingers, yet, just as thunder comes after lighting, the sound of snapping, strangely, comes moments later than the sight. And, besides, what sort of snap sounds like that?
And yet, the sound of... snapping? continues, growing ever-louder. A massive metallic menace in the shape of a shell passes by, the "snapping" merely being the sonic boom of it's monition. It slams into the boulder, and explodes inside moments later, shattering the boulder into pebbles. "Heed not my words, my will, my wisedom, and my warnings, and that will be you: Shattered into mere pebbles by no fault of your own, but only by the chance of circumstance." He smiles, wearily.
And yet, the sound of... snapping? continues, growing ever-louder. A massive metallic menace in the shape of a shell passes by, the "snapping" merely being the sonic boom of it's monition. It slams into the boulder, and explodes inside moments later, shattering the boulder into pebbles. "Heed not my words, my will, my wisedom, and my warnings, and that will be you: Shattered into mere pebbles by no fault of your own, but only by the chance of circumstance." He smiles, wearily.
