Warring Parrellels

[Damien]

Drake shoot a look at Goro that would make the more polite members of society gasp and faint in result. "I know. I screwed up. Hmm, so your swords' names are Wargod Styulus, Slicing Phantasm. Doppelganger, Force of Nature and Ephemeral. Hmmm, cute you gave them names," he tone was rather vile when he said this. Acid practically dripped from his voice. Why did he just do that? Maybe because people usually felt unsettled when they knew he could access their mind, and he wanted Goro to feel the same? When the two arrived along with Kole and Kail he looked at Kail with apology filled eyes and he mouth the word, Sorry.

Kole stopped and frowned. "Frisk... where are the two humans?" he spoke slowly as he stared at the two sacks of potatoes. "You couldn't have seriously lost them... they were unconscious for heaven's sake!" His arms tightened around Kail's waist slightly as he turned his body in both directions as if he would spot the humans that way.

Drake frowned seeing the poor excuses for human dummies. Now he was curious. How did this... rather small coyote... was it a coyote? Anyway, how did the coyote lose them? The temptation was to great, it always was after. Letting out a long sigh he closed his eyes and stretched his own mind towards the toon's. Well that was unexpected. Here is a tip, never try reading the mind of a toon. "Ehehehehe..." Drake began chuckling and he opened his eyes. His laughter grew harder and louder and he bent forwards clutching his stomach. "Wow... this is just to great!" His noise volume lowered somewhat when he began speaking though. "I can't believe you lost them, so in exchange for gaining one more human you lost two!" He turned from the group, obviously trying to stifle his own laughter. Now it just seemed painful, his eyes were filled with panic but he was still laughing. Hysteria? "Nice going leaving the other humans alone with the toon!"