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jdescole asked: §

targentswift:

jdescole:

targentswift:

jdescole:

targentswift:

The fact that he is a very good hand-to-hand fighter dulls the blow to his pride less than the blow to his chest. The force drives him into the ground and he lays there, struggling to breathe while Descole (which one? He’s lost count) dusts himself off and pulls out that ridiculous sword from where he’s impaled it in him. Blood wells out of the wound in his lungs and Swift wonders if this is enough to slow Descole down for Bronev.

Descole snorted, lazily cleaning the blade with his cape before sheathing it again. 

"Tsk. And this is supposed to be one of the most skilled assassins in Targent. Ridiculous…"

He walked closer to the wounded minion, blocking under his foot the wrist of the hand he was instictively trying to bring to his wound.

"Now, don’t make me waste more time. Where’s Bronev?"

Swift works a congealed lump of blood up from the back of his throat and spits it at Descole.

"There’s no way I’m telling you, bastard." He snarls in a guttural hiss. "Go to Hell!"

"Something tells me you’ll be there much sooner than me."

Descole knelt down beside him and grabbed him by his scarf, lifting him from the floor of a couple of centimetres.

"I’ll give you one last chance: where is Bronev? Answer me and I’ll be so kind to finish you off immediately, instead of leaving you here drowning in your own blood.”

He grins manically and painfully grits out his last few words.

"It’s too late to stop him so fuck you."

Descole gritted his teeth angrily. He would have _so_ wanted to just chop that rat’s head off his body, yet he still had no idea where the Targent leader was, and surely Bronev wouldn’t reveal his plans or position to anyone but the second man in charge.

"Don’t play with fire, boy! Don’t you understand that your worshipped leader is just using you all for his own targets? He’ll abandon you to your destiny once it’s done, may it be prison or death!"

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jdescole asked: §

targentswift:

jdescole:

targentswift:

The fact that he is a very good hand-to-hand fighter dulls the blow to his pride less than the blow to his chest. The force drives him into the ground and he lays there, struggling to breathe while Descole (which one? He’s lost count) dusts himself off and pulls out that ridiculous sword from where he’s impaled it in him. Blood wells out of the wound in his lungs and Swift wonders if this is enough to slow Descole down for Bronev.

Descole snorted, lazily cleaning the blade with his cape before sheathing it again. 

"Tsk. And this is supposed to be one of the most skilled assassins in Targent. Ridiculous…"

He walked closer to the wounded minion, blocking under his foot the wrist of the hand he was instictively trying to bring to his wound.

"Now, don’t make me waste more time. Where’s Bronev?"

Swift works a congealed lump of blood up from the back of his throat and spits it at Descole.

"There’s no way I’m telling you, bastard." He snarls in a guttural hiss. "Go to Hell!"

"Something tells me you’ll be there much sooner than me."

Descole knelt down beside him and grabbed him by his scarf, lifting him from the floor of a couple of centimetres.

"I’ll give you one last chance: where is Bronev? Answer me and I’ll be so kind to finish you off immediately, instead of leaving you here drowning in your own blood.”

asker

jdescole asked: §

targentswift:

The fact that he is a very good hand-to-hand fighter dulls the blow to his pride less than the blow to his chest. The force drives him into the ground and he lays there, struggling to breathe while Descole (which one? He’s lost count) dusts himself off and pulls out that ridiculous sword from where he’s impaled it in him. Blood wells out of the wound in his lungs and Swift wonders if this is enough to slow Descole down for Bronev.

Descole snorted, lazily cleaning the blade with his cape before sheathing it again. 

"Tsk. And this is supposed to be one of the most skilled assassins in Targent. Ridiculous…"

He walked closer to the wounded minion, blocking under his foot the wrist of the hand he was instictively trying to bring to his wound.

"Now, don’t make me waste more time. Where’s Bronev?"

simonf0ster:

will the real jean descole please stand up

Descole’s Backstory - Spoilers for Azran Legacies

typhie:

So I’ve finished Azran Legacies and there’s this really interesting/sad episode that covers Descole’s past and his family - I know a lot of people want to know what is up with him (and it’s frankly ridiculous that Europe/Australia gets the game while the US is left hanging) so I’ve recorded a transcript (plus some screencaps of the major info) under the cut.

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metamaids:

Alfendi and Kurofendi.

metamaids:

Alfendi and Kurofendi.

mesokari:

he talks, acts, and even dresses like a douchebag

mesokari:

he talks, acts, and even dresses like a douchebag

metamaids:

Congratulation!!!!!! Mystery Room is released in the west. XD

metamaids:

Congratulation!!!!!!
Mystery Room is released in the west. XD

Mystery Room is now available on IOS, apparently.

And here’s the first hour of the game. Enjoy!

rockethideout:

SO… 999.

I finished all the endings at last so here are some thoughts, spoilers abound (not very explicit ones though)!

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Pictures at an Exhibition -2 The Old Castle-

metamaids:

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Music by Modest Mussorgsky.

Alphendi Layton.