speeding

[After Ghost takes him to Medical and he gets his head poked at, and promptly told he's fine, have some headache medicine, call if he feels worse, Dash heads home--after asking for some extra painkillers for Cross. First thing he does when he opens the door start to inform the household of his odd day.]

Man, the weirdest thing happened to--What happened to the couch?

[Scrawled very sloppily and in great haste.]

Cross section 3 now [The 'now' is underlined violently and circled twice.]



[Added in a bit later. Still sloppy but not as much.]

There's a big snake in section 3 that just ate two people, I'm tracking it, I'd like back up. People if you're up in section 3 stay indoors unless you can fight monster snakes, I don't think it's hungry any more but let's not fucking find out, shall we?

Sound and touch

Punishment: pimp suit and moon shoes. Suit lasts three days, shoes a week.

Reference: Young Avengers Issue 10, Pages 14, 15, 16, 17

( We didn’t come here to free a super-powered teenage terrorist. We’re here to rescue a super hero. So, what’s it going to be? )

Dear Tree,

Normally I would be bitching at you for your antics, precocious and unwanted as they have been. But you stuck me in an elevator with two babes and a talking cat, I can't actually complain about the babes part.

You get a pass.

This time.

-Love,

Your Evil Overlord

P.S. Hey Cross, you rented my room out yet? Sold my stuff? 'Cause if so I'm bumming the couch.

Sight and smell. Reference, Young Avengers Presents 3, pages 11-18

( Not in my voca-- )

Dear Tree,

Getting kinda sick of being thrown into jail. Knock it off.

Also, the breakfast cereal? That's sacred. Don't fuck with it again.

-Evil Overlord

P.S. Anyone know what a Magneto is? I think my cereal's trying to say he's my daddy.

Dear Fishbowl,

No. I am not on a boat. Nor does the dude look like a lady. And, in fact, I'm already king, so there's no need to work on my roar, right?

I understand you must be bored and lonely, without me to write to you every day, but making wax statues of me is creepy and stalkerish. Just so you know.

I'm glad we had this little chat.

Love and all that,

Your Evil Overlord

P.S. Seriously. Creepy.

P.P.S. Cross, we're out of socks. Again.

Dear Tree,

I think we're on nickname basis by now, yes? You don't mind if I call you Tree, right? I mean, with the way you treat us like your bitches, I think the whole formality thing is pretty moot.

So, right, on topic. Thanks for the shiny, but really, what's with your recent obsession with clothing? Gothic Lolita? Togas? Sailor uniforms?

Can I at least have my goddamn underwear back?

No fucking love,

Evil Overlord

P.S. Sky, Cross, I got one of the mystical sparklestones. One of you two wanna hold my hand while I follow the white rabbit? Want said it's a good idea to only use these when you have someone there.

[Several blots and scribbles where there's a false start he's completely scratched out]

Dear Sphere,

Fuck you Go to hell Send me

Your sense of humor sucks.

Sky, Cross, Shiro, I'm not coming home for a bit. I'll be around. Might check out the island. Seeya later.

-Dash