And every time I close my eyes
I think, I think about you inside
.::~::. The Keeper of the Sirens, Dionysus .::~::.
Skin: Dionysus
Location: Tundra Express
Dionysus did very little about the arrival upon Lilith, only really taking notice as things lit aflame, including himself. Tossed to the ground and body set a flame, before he quickly scurried to his feet. It was obvious that this "Firehawk" cult wasn't likely going to follow him with her here, so he politely left the area. But of course not without leaving a hardened shell of his body behind, to disguise and movements at the very least. For now, the man walked without any real direction, more focused on the burned left side of his body. His flesh was charred, still smoldering from the heat. He tried touching it, only to see it turn to ash, the fire had burned away all fresh and muscle to the bone, and then some. Psycho Hacksaw still in hand, he quickly dealt with the now useless appendage with one fell swing. Bone, muscle, and flesh would all began to slowly reform, not taking more then twenty minutes so long as he was forced to Phase again and exert concentration elsewhere.
However, seeing as how his last little venture was cut so tragically short rather quickly, he assumed he would have to form his own rag tag group, no? Sure, there were Bandits, but their flesh was to easily dealt with, the Loaders however, maybe those would be something he could use. But where would he get his hands on Loaders, then it hit him like a ton of bricks, those Hyperion fellows he had been introduced to before. Ah yes, what was that name now? Jess... James... oh, Jack. Handsome Jack, idiotic name, but perhaps the two could come to, some sort of agreement. Devilish grin across his face, mental state perhaps not as stable as he usually held it, and plans on the mind, the Siren set off once more.
And your mother givin' up on asking why
Why you lie and you cheat
and you try to make a fool out of she
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