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Description
No one knows what it looks like. It has never emerged from its ragged, flea-ridden hermit crab's shell of mouldy blankets.
All that can be seen is a darker black where the eyes lurk.
Equipment
It's personality? Murphy's Law personified.
History
It is the extraneous goop left over from the creation of the Powerpuff Girls. Apparently.
Badsplit slithers through the door; a creature buried in a shell of filthy blankets that trail behind it like so many fonds of mouldering water weed. It doesn't appear to be able to see, despite unerringly finding its way to the corner and settling in a malignant heap.
Badsplit sniggers to itself, mocking. "I'm a half angel, oh, yes, yes I am, because angels clearly sleep with mortals and produce young. And poor, poor me, I don't die like a mortal would, so I can understand your pain."
Badsplit sniggers again. "I slept with the sun of a God, I made him love me, because I'm just that great. But I broke his heart (I'm not a bitch though), so I was cursed. I have to drink blood, it's so bad, so very bad, and so unfair, because all I did was play with someone's affections."
Badsplit all out laughs at that. "Of course, the personification of evil wanted me to join his army."
Badsplit sniggers softly. "But I'm a mamma's boy, and had to say no."
Badsplit "A perfectly good man asked for my hand, but I was a prude and said no. He took offence and threw himself into a vengeful rage, asking his daddy to make my life hell. Oh, and did I mention that he was going to die young, and I didn't want to be a hag of a widow, so I chose be a spinster instead?"
Badsplit would have smiled, if it had a visible mouth, a trailing blanket lifting in a mocking wave as it was looked upon. "Love has to last forever, and be perfectly safe, otherwise it's not worth it. And I want sex! But I'm a bitch and a hag, so nobody wants me."
Badsplit sniggers once again. "Yes! Get me drunk so I can throw myself all over you and then throw up on you, because that's so sexy."
Badsplit "Give me something expensive, because I'm overcompensating. I have a tiny, tiny penis." It seems to smirk as eyes fall on it again. "Big strong man! It's being mean! Save me!"
Badsplit "I'm going to ask you nicely to stop talking... while I have my gun in your face. Because, who knows, you might try to kill me, and I really wouldn't like that, seeing as a drunk broad is about to do me."
Badsplit cackles, rocking where it sits. "Veiled threat, veiled threat to make myself sound impressive and mysterious."
Badsplit "I'm going to keep on talking like I'm not threatening murder on someone. Please and thankyou."
Badsplit "Standoff between someone with a gun and someone just talking, and of course the voice is worse."
Badsplit speaks softly. "I'm an angel with a gun, because that makes sense, and it's fine to shoot someone for being rude."
Badsplit "Are you leaving?! No! We were going to have sex! And I'm so powerful, I'm so amazing, but I'll run away from someone being rude."
Badsplit "I won't go, because I've not had sex in forever."
Badsplit rises, slipping back towards the door.
Badsplit lurks outside of the window, reading the lips of those in the bar, where it's insults can be heard by none but itself. It does, however, continue to speak as it did before.
Badsplit slithers through the window; a pungent heap of mouldering blankets taking the vague shape of a man. It settles at the side of the room, looking somewhat like a pile of discarded litter and little like something alive.
Badsplit snickers softly. "If I just keep watching, of course someone will talk to me. I'm just going to look like I don't care."