Not(?)Tyzias sits down and watch her slumbering counterpart, murderous intent radiating off her in waves. "Oh, you know. Girl is contracted from birth to a crazy powerful daemon, runs away from family because she's a big ol' softie, then realizes she's still contracted and just rips out the part of her soul that has the contract on it." The doppelganger inspects the claws of her monstrous arm like they're nails.
"Next thing you know, you're in the astral plane, and who's this douchebag pretending to be you? And then she has the gall to drain you down to almost nothing just she can stay up all night with no consequences, dumps all of her emotions and mental issues on you so he doesn't have to deal with them, and makes all the friends and has all the good times while I'm stuck running away from daemons that wanna eat me!" There's a rising tide of bitterness in her voice, then she sighs, twiddling her thumbs. "Hey. At least that fisher guy gave me a physical form so I could drain all the life out of her fuckin' body and take back what's mine."
She coughs.
"Um. Anyways. Haven't... seen you in a bit, Mike. How's? I, uh. Have a band now."
Well. That was certainly... a lot. The doppelganger does seem oddly friendly and comfortable with Michael, lying back and relaxing as if she hadn't just been casually discussing murdering Tyzias. She almost seems like a friend who isn't quite sure what to do around an old acquaintance after she hasn't seen them in a while, so she's desperately trying to get all the baggage out of the way so she can get to know Michael again.
gah sorry for tag quality my brain's not sure how to handle this scene
"Next thing you know, you're in the astral plane, and who's this douchebag pretending to be you? And then she has the gall to drain you down to almost nothing just she can stay up all night with no consequences, dumps all of her emotions and mental issues on you so he doesn't have to deal with them, and makes all the friends and has all the good times while I'm stuck running away from daemons that wanna eat me!" There's a rising tide of bitterness in her voice, then she sighs, twiddling her thumbs. "Hey. At least that fisher guy gave me a physical form so I could drain all the life out of her fuckin' body and take back what's mine."
She coughs.
"Um. Anyways. Haven't... seen you in a bit, Mike. How's? I, uh. Have a band now."
Well. That was certainly... a lot. The doppelganger does seem oddly friendly and comfortable with Michael, lying back and relaxing as if she hadn't just been casually discussing murdering Tyzias. She almost seems like a friend who isn't quite sure what to do around an old acquaintance after she hasn't seen them in a while, so she's desperately trying to get all the baggage out of the way so she can get to know Michael again.