Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180401033748/@comment-29194274-20180405054528

:33 < Nepeta lets out an exasperated sigh. ":// < Well there are plenty of people here who can protect him. :// < He's a teenager, he doesn't need a gun."

"Oh really? With the looks I get from you people, I think I'd rather have one one me. You all hate me bed supposedly I go off to become this evil communistic dictator in charge or an army, and I know multiple people would just love to 'end the problem before it starts'! Did you ever think that maybe I become this horrible monster because of the way you're all acting towards me?!" Tord begins angrily rambling in Norwegian, "Jeg spurte aldri om dette! Jeg vil ikke ha denne galne dritten å skje, i motsetning til populær tro. Jeg vil bare være en vanlig fyr som bare henger ut med vennene sine og er ikke hatet av alle!" He's getting pretty pissed and pretty emotional.

:33 < Nepeta tries inching away.

Tord catches this. "SITT NED! Jeg er ikke ferdig ennå!" He says this with enough visible anger that Nepeta stops right where she is.

Matt has ran over to tell Ell something, and watches, temporarily distracted.

"Jeg er syk og jævla lei av dere alle som behandler meg som dritt! Hvis du virkelig vil vite hvem jeg er, spør din profet! Jeg er sikker på at hun har "4LL TH3 4NSW3RS"!" Tord suddenly gets quiet, "Bare la meg være i fred. Vær så snill."

"Oh, Tord, I'm so sorry!" Matt feels terrible.

Ell is surprised he actually understood Tord. "Wait, you understand Norweigan?"

"Jeg er faktisk flytende i det," Matt replies.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes, I speak the language. Does Matilda?" Ell gets a nod as a response to her question.

"Bare blodig fantastisk. En annen person forstår mine ramblings. Det er ingen måte å holde en hemmelighet her." Tord replies as he sits down on the ground. "Selv om jeg ikke ville ha forventet det å være deg av alle mennesker." Tord's snarky reply earns him a sharp look from Matt.

"What'd he say?" Ell looks at Tord, then Matt.

"He didn't expect it to be me, and I know exactly what he means by that. Hvis du skal opptre slik, vil ingen respektere deg. Stol på meg, Tord."

"Det er akkurat det jeg snakker om! De har ikke tillit eller respekt for meg i utgangspunktet!" Tord angrily huffs as a counter.

"Please, calm down and speak English!" Ell looks between the two.

"Fine. Whatever, it doesn't matter, does it? Everything's going to stay the same, no matter how hard I try to change that. I'm a child in a game of gods and kings. A peasant's child. A nobody, clearly," Tord's still pretty angry, and snaps at Nepeta when she tries messing with his emotions. "I think I'd at least keep my emotions, thank you very much! I can handle myself. Except when everyone else is being so infuriating to the point that there's no use in trying to fight it because it's just going to get worse if you hold it in longer."