{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2016 12:09:07 AM
1
[i]Pan kneeled down and rubbed his back.[/i]
"You okay, buddy? You seem to be experiencing some sort of psychic malfunction...I have no idea what I'm talking about."
English
-
*He keeps trembling but his eyes change color to yellow... And then they change color to orange as he starts writhing in the ground.*
-
[i]Pan puts her hand on the back of his head.[/i] "You're starting to freak me out...."
-
*Suddenly his eyes turn white and the air around them starts to ripple and vibrate. He gasps as the air returns to normal and his eyes turn back to their regular brown color.*
-
[i]Pan grabs his shoulders and shakes him.[/i] "ARE. YOU. O. K?"
-
*He pushes her away.* [u][b]Y-Yes... What h-happened?[/b][/u]
-
[i]Pan shrugs as she stands up.[/i] "You freaked out on the floor with glowing eyes."
-
*He starts to sit up but immediately puts his hand to his head.* [u][b]W-What exactly did it look l-like? God, I-I have a horrible he-headache...[/b][/u]
-
Edited by Stitch: 11/17/2016 3:42:49 AM[i]Pan describes what happened with extreme detail.[/i] "...and then you woke up!"
-
[u][b]S-Sounds like another p-psychic f-fit...[/b][/u]
-
[i]Pan seems curious.[/i] "Psychic fit? What's that?"
-
[u]W-Well... Who are y-you?[/u] *He asks, attempting to sit up again and finding it easier this time.*
-
[i]Pan smiles.[/i] "I'm Pan! Who're you?"
-
[u][b]I-I'm Vorim'Tairn... Sketch's o-older b-brother.[/b][/u]
-
[i]Pan hugs Vorim suddenly.[/i] "We're going to be good friends!"
-
[u][b]Ack!!! W-What!?[/b][/u] *He suddenly puts his hand to his head again, the shouting causing it to throb.*
-
[i]Pan continues her hug.[/i] "What's wrong with your head?"
-
[u][b]Psychic fits g-give me t-terrible headaches.[/b][/u]
-
"Want some ice cream? That always makes me feel better."
-
[u][b]I... I guess...[/b][/u]
-
[i]Pan starts to walk off.[/i] "Well? Come on!"
-
*He stands up, stumbling after her.*
-
[i]They arrive at a stereotypical icecream truck.[/i] "Ice cream, nature's natural medicen."
-
[u][b]O-Okay... What sh-should I get?[/b][/u]
-
[i]Pan sighs and shrugs.[/i] "That's for you to decide. I'm going to get a icecream sandwhich!"
-
*He looks up at the different flavors, unable to read what favors there are.* [u][b]I'll g-get one of th-those too?[/b][/u] *He said it as if it was a question, currently imagining a scoop of ice cream placed between two slices of bread.*
