WormyxSaria (1x1)

[~Saria~]

((A lot of English people are stupid on 1st April before noon.))
((Sorrow: *pats Zim's shoulder awkwardly* Uh...don't worry?))

The Sorrow turned back to Sasha, his gaze slightly piercing.
"So you are saying that because you were ended young, then Artyom and this other friend should not have had a chance to live? Sasha, because of your sacrifice, two people lived instead of three dying. Although regrettable, is that not better? Even if unwilling, what happened could be seen as making you a hero." The medium appealed sincerely to the spirit, hoping that the child would forgive the pqst and be able to live on and find loved ones he had lost before dying so tragically.

[Wormgod]

((Zim: *bit**slaps Sorrow* Don't touch me hyoooooman!))

Sasha narrowed his eye, "No! I died! They need to die too!" He shouted stubbornly, "I don't care about being a hero! I died before I could do anything I wanted to do. Why should they live and get to do all that crap that I want to do? I want to go through puberty and be a man!"

[~Saria~]

((Sorrow: *curls up in a corner and cries*))

Mentally facepalming, the Soviet sighed. This was a problem with a ghost child. Not only did they make Sorrow more susceptible to being possessed, but they could be incredibly stubborn and, well, childish.
"Look, I am knowing that it isn't fair that you didn't get to do everything you wanted. Life isn't fair. But you'll gain nothing by killing Artyom. He'll just become a spirit like you and hate you for the rest of eternity. How is killing him going to help anything? It won't bring you back." Reaching out, the determind medium lightly touched the boy's wrist. One of the abilities he had due to being a medium was that if he willed it, Sorrow could touch the spirits. Glancing to Artyom, he spoke once more.
"Are you having anything to say to Sasha?"

[Wormgod]

((I never understood ghosts who keep trying to kill people. They'll just bug it for eternity.))

Sasha crossed his arms, glaring at Artyom. Art didn't notice the glare, but he suspected Sasha was doing something to that effect.

"So?" The ghost-boy snapped. Art looked at Sorrow, not really sure if he should say anything. Sasha had been chasing him and his old friend around for years. He finally caught up with his friend a year ago, and now he was trying to finish Art off. Finally, Art just shook his head.

[Wormgod]

((Okay, apparently you forgot all about Chickensmoothie...If you every do come back, please tell me so I can bookmark this link again and start roleplaying again. I really did like this RP, but it never seemed to pick up speed...))