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I'm gonna try writing for a character other than Psyche? That's gonna turn out well O.o (Sarcasm)

I'm also gonna do a terrible job with people other than Thalia and Psyche and basically have everyone else be faceless unimportant people with no names because other people aren't who I'm focusing on. Honestly I'd love to make every single person that appears in a story be important but that's not what I'm trying to do right now

STORY GONNA START HERE O.o
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A large group of people had gathered in an old looking bar located in a small village. The bar had Wanted signs of Psyche all over the walls inside. The people in the bar were complaining about not only Psyche, but the pointlessness of the signs.
"$100,000 dead or alive? First off, we don't even have that kind of money" one of the younger staff members of the bar complained.
"I'm sure if we all pull together we can round up enough cash to pay whoever does the deed." One of the more experienced middle aged staff members replied.
"What good will that do us if someone kills him and takes our money!? He'll just come back and wreak havoc on the village again, and we'll be out $100,000!" One of the regulars of the bar screamed at the staff members.
"Everyone calm down! We have a woman here who is willing to do the job for free!" The elder manager of the bar yelled to all ears in the bar. An eerily grinning woman was sitting on a wooden chair with her feet up on a table next to the manager of the bar. She had very long black hair that would reach all the way down to her feet at the back if she was standing. She was wearing what looked to be a pink t-shirt with a white rectangle design on the chest, and very short dark-grey shorts with thick somewhat lighter grey cuffs at the end of each of the legs, the shorts were held up with a grey belt. She wore dark-grey boots with somewhat lighter grey straps on the front of them, and black knee-socks that covered up to about half of her thighs. Any other details of her wears couldn't be seen as she was wearing a long grey coat over her shirt. All attendants of the bar stared at the woman who looked more like a young girl. The girl went from looking nearly psychotic to very sweet and happy, and showed the large amount of equipment she hid under her coat.
"Well, it's not exactly that she looks incapable of handling that freak, but why would it make a difference if SHE killed him?" The younger staff member asked, very skeptical about anybody being able to make Psyche go away for good. The girl raised her hand to get the attention of everyone in the bar who were murmuring about her.
"You needn't fret, dears~ When I kill him he stays gone for a good while." The girl said happily and people began asking themselves what she meant by a "good while."
"What, you mean he won't STAY gone!?" One of the many people in the bar shouted in question at the girl.
"He'll be gone for longer than he'd usually be. He doesn't feel like coming back when I'm the one taking his life. And when he does come back he won't be any trouble at all. He'll never try anything so crazy in this village ever again, you won't even notice him~" The girl said sweetly.
The mass gathering of people weren't satisfied with her explanation, but she looked so happy and so sweet that they couldn't help but agree to let her at least try it her way. She noticed the sign of doubt on their faces and stood up, the chair and table she was using to make herself comfortable vanishing into dark mist. Everyone stared at her and how cheerful she was that they didn't notice the chair and table she was using had disappeared.
"Don't. Be. So. Worried~ I'll kill that thing you fear so much and when I come back we can all party and get wasted together~" She said in a combined form of cheerful, sweet and charming. The gathering at the bar couldn't help but have their spirits lifted after hearing that and let out a big cheer for her. She headed out the door of the old bar to fulfill her promised task, but was stopped half way out by the manager.
"Wait, what is your name, young lady? We were never properly introduced to you."
"My name is Thalia. And after I come back I'll let each and every single one of you tell me your names~" She said cheerfully and winked at the crowd within the bar, causing everyone to get all worked up and cheer again as she left.

Thalia walked down a stone path from the bar outside. She always looked happy no matter what she was doing, even if it was just walking. Particularly, if nobody is around at a time like this for instance, she would have the most sadistically evil looking grin on her face the whole time. Whenever she passed by some people walking along the path she took, she would say hi to them with her cheerful voice and a sweet innocent smile. She passed by a boy who was crying because his tower of small stones had toppled over. She stared at the boy for a moment and then crouched down to comfort him.
"Don't cry, sweetie~ Things like this are meant to happen. They happen so you can try again~ And they continue to happen even when you become good at what you do, so that you can get even better at it~" She said with a sweet, comforting, motherly like voice as she gently wiped the tears from the boy's eyes with inhumanly soft hands. The boy couldn't help but blush lightly and nod his head in agreement towards Thalia. She smiled sweetly and nodded back at the boy and then stood up, continuing along the stone path that was set out for her.

The stone path eventually lead up to a large hill overlooking the small village. A man in a hood was standing at the top of the hill, looking down at the village. He had hordes of resources from the village gathered all around him on top of the hill. He had their money, their crops, their liquor, their food meant for store shelves, and even some caged animals.
"Having fun, brother?" Thalia asked the man happily.
"Thaly, you're here to kill me again...?" The man asked in response, turning around, revealing himself to be Psyche. Thalia had to kill him, he had gotten out of hand in the village. He was effecting the people of that area too much. Trying to say this to Psyche, Thalia's instincts naturally reworded it for her in the most positive way possible.
"You've been very busy around these parts. You've accomplished SO much, it's time you took a much deserved rest, brother~" She said sweetly, pulling out an old fashioned gun similar to the one Psyche likes to use, as if to say she knows the types of things he likes.
"I don't feel like it." Psyche turned away and sprung a trap he set in case anyone bothered him. A long thin razor sharp wire popped up from the ground in the form of a wave. The wave reached Thalia's hand which was holding the gun and cut it clean off. Shadowy matter waved around and inside her wrist where her hand was cut off, her severed hand and the gun slowly changed into shadows and vanished into the floor. Not a single drop of blood could be spotted coming from her or the hand that had vanished, and no signs of flesh or bone could be seen from inside her wrist. Her smile became sadistic and evil as she stared at Psyche who had turned his back to her.
"Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to kill me? Why can't we go back to the way things used to be, those happy times we had together..." Psyche said sadly, although a faint second voice could be heard from him, laughing lightly.
"Back when I chopped your limbs off?" Thalia chuckled at Psyche.
"Oh, brother, I have to admit that was a very wonderful time. But we're still having so much fun now, aren't we?" Thalia said happily, but still looked somewhat sadistic with her smile.
"It's NOT fun!" Psyche turned to Thalia and shouted at her.
"I can't bare the feeling of you killing me! It hurts too much! How could I EVER experience something so horrible and possibly categorize it as FUN!?" He shouted, angry and sad, nearly in tears. Thalia grinned in a sadistic way again and her hand reformed as shadows in the shape of a hand, the shape of the same gun she held before formed in her shadowy hand as well.
"You know you love it, brother. That's the way you are. Even if you don't want to admit it, you love everything, even the saddest of things. You needn't lie to yourself. The truth is you're happy I'm here doing this with you." Thalia sounded almost evil as she said this to Psyche, her hand and the gun turning what looked to be natural and real. Psyche stared at Thalia for a good 3 minutes. The faint sound of laughing and crying could be heard emanating from him. After 3 minutes Thalia smiled sweetly at her brother and gave him a wink as she shot him directly between his empty eye sockets. Psyche's body fell to the floor, no longer a living thing. Thalia sighed and put her gun away with a sense of accomplishment and the feeling of a job well done. She crouched down and lifted her brothers dead body off the ground and into her arms.
"Sleep well, brother." She said happily and walked down the other side of the hill away from the village, with the intent to bury her brother's body in a nice looking location.

The village was happy to hear the good news, and to have their resources brought back to them by Thalia herself. As promised, Thalia stuck around in the village to party with all the happy residents. And she reassured them that if Psyche ever returned he wouldn't cause them any trouble.

The End...

Sweating a little... — Description
I'm gonna try writing for a character other than Psyche? That's gonna turn out well O.o (Sarcasm)

I'm also gonna do a terrible job with people other than Thalia and Psyche and basically have everyone else be faceless unimportant people with no names because other people aren't who I'm focusing on. Honestly I'd love to make every single person that appears in a story be important but that's not what I'm trying to do right now

STORY GONNA START HERE O.o
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A large group of people had gathered in an old looking bar located in a small village. The bar had Wanted signs of Psyche all over the walls inside. The people in the bar were complaining about not only Psyche, but the pointlessness of the signs.
"$100,000 dead or alive? First off, we don't even have that kind of money" one of the younger staff members of the bar complained.
"I'm sure if we all pull together we can round up enough cash to pay whoever does the deed." One of the more experienced middle aged staff members replied.
"What good will that do us if someone kills him and takes our money!? He'll just come back and wreak havoc on the village again, and we'll be out $100,000!" One of the regulars of the bar screamed at the staff members.
"Everyone calm down! We have a woman here who is willing to do the job for free!" The elder manager of the bar yelled to all ears in the bar. An eerily grinning woman was sitting on a wooden chair with her feet up on a table next to the manager of the bar. She had very long black hair that would reach all the way down to her feet at the back if she was standing. She was wearing what looked to be a pink t-shirt with a white rectangle design on the chest, and very short dark-grey shorts with thick somewhat lighter grey cuffs at the end of each of the legs, the shorts were held up with a grey belt. She wore dark-grey boots with somewhat lighter grey straps on the front of them, and black knee-socks that covered up to about half of her thighs. Any other details of her wears couldn't be seen as she was wearing a long grey coat over her shirt. All attendants of the bar stared at the woman who looked more like a young girl. The girl went from looking nearly psychotic to very sweet and happy, and showed the large amount of equipment she hid under her coat.
"Well, it's not exactly that she looks incapable of handling that freak, but why would it make a difference if SHE killed him?" The younger staff member asked, very skeptical about anybody being able to make Psyche go away for good. The girl raised her hand to get the attention of everyone in the bar who were murmuring about her.
"You needn't fret, dears~ When I kill him he stays gone for a good while." The girl said happily and people began asking themselves what she meant by a "good while."
"What, you mean he won't STAY gone!?" One of the many people in the bar shouted in question at the girl.
"He'll be gone for longer than he'd usually be. He doesn't feel like coming back when I'm the one taking his life. And when he does come back he won't be any trouble at all. He'll never try anything so crazy in this village ever again, you won't even notice him~" The girl said sweetly.
The mass gathering of people weren't satisfied with her explanation, but she looked so happy and so sweet that they couldn't help but agree to let her at least try it her way. She noticed the sign of doubt on their faces and stood up, the chair and table she was using to make herself comfortable vanishing into dark mist. Everyone stared at her and how cheerful she was that they didn't notice the chair and table she was using had disappeared.
"Don't. Be. So. Worried~ I'll kill that thing you fear so much and when I come back we can all party and get wasted together~" She said in a combined form of cheerful, sweet and charming. The gathering at the bar couldn't help but have their spirits lifted after hearing that and let out a big cheer for her. She headed out the door of the old bar to fulfill her promised task, but was stopped half way out by the manager.
"Wait, what is your name, young lady? We were never properly introduced to you."
"My name is Thalia. And after I come back I'll let each and every single one of you tell me your names~" She said cheerfully and winked at the crowd within the bar, causing everyone to get all worked up and cheer again as she left.

Thalia walked down a stone path from the bar outside. She always looked happy no matter what she was doing, even if it was just walking. Particularly, if nobody is around at a time like this for instance, she would have the most sadistically evil looking grin on her face the whole time. Whenever she passed by some people walking along the path she took, she would say hi to them with her cheerful voice and a sweet innocent smile. She passed by a boy who was crying because his tower of small stones had toppled over. She stared at the boy for a moment and then crouched down to comfort him.
"Don't cry, sweetie~ Things like this are meant to happen. They happen so you can try again~ And they continue to happen even when you become good at what you do, so that you can get even better at it~" She said with a sweet, comforting, motherly like voice as she gently wiped the tears from the boy's eyes with inhumanly soft hands. The boy couldn't help but blush lightly and nod his head in agreement towards Thalia. She smiled sweetly and nodded back at the boy and then stood up, continuing along the stone path that was set out for her.

The stone path eventually lead up to a large hill overlooking the small village. A man in a hood was standing at the top of the hill, looking down at the village. He had hordes of resources from the village gathered all around him on top of the hill. He had their money, their crops, their liquor, their food meant for store shelves, and even some caged animals.
"Having fun, brother?" Thalia asked the man happily.
"Thaly, you're here to kill me again...?" The man asked in response, turning around, revealing himself to be Psyche. Thalia had to kill him, he had gotten out of hand in the village. He was effecting the people of that area too much. Trying to say this to Psyche, Thalia's instincts naturally reworded it for her in the most positive way possible.
"You've been very busy around these parts. You've accomplished SO much, it's time you took a much deserved rest, brother~" She said sweetly, pulling out an old fashioned gun similar to the one Psyche likes to use, as if to say she knows the types of things he likes.
"I don't feel like it." Psyche turned away and sprung a trap he set in case anyone bothered him. A long thin razor sharp wire popped up from the ground in the form of a wave. The wave reached Thalia's hand which was holding the gun and cut it clean off. Shadowy matter waved around and inside her wrist where her hand was cut off, her severed hand and the gun slowly changed into shadows and vanished into the floor. Not a single drop of blood could be spotted coming from her or the hand that had vanished, and no signs of flesh or bone could be seen from inside her wrist. Her smile became sadistic and evil as she stared at Psyche who had turned his back to her.
"Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to kill me? Why can't we go back to the way things used to be, those happy times we had together..." Psyche said sadly, although a faint second voice could be heard from him, laughing lightly.
"Back when I chopped your limbs off?" Thalia chuckled at Psyche.
"Oh, brother, I have to admit that was a very wonderful time. But we're still having so much fun now, aren't we?" Thalia said happily, but still looked somewhat sadistic with her smile.
"It's NOT fun!" Psyche turned to Thalia and shouted at her.
"I can't bare the feeling of you killing me! It hurts too much! How could I EVER experience something so horrible and possibly categorize it as FUN!?" He shouted, angry and sad, nearly in tears. Thalia grinned in a sadistic way again and her hand reformed as shadows in the shape of a hand, the shape of the same gun she held before formed in her shadowy hand as well.
"You know you love it, brother. That's the way you are. Even if you don't want to admit it, you love everything, even the saddest of things. You needn't lie to yourself. The truth is you're happy I'm here doing this with you." Thalia sounded almost evil as she said this to Psyche, her hand and the gun turning what looked to be natural and real. Psyche stared at Thalia for a good 3 minutes. The faint sound of laughing and crying could be heard emanating from him. After 3 minutes Thalia smiled sweetly at her brother and gave him a wink as she shot him directly between his empty eye sockets. Psyche's body fell to the floor, no longer a living thing. Thalia sighed and put her gun away with a sense of accomplishment and the feeling of a job well done. She crouched down and lifted her brothers dead body off the ground and into her arms.
"Sleep well, brother." She said happily and walked down the other side of the hill away from the village, with the intent to bury her brother's body in a nice looking location.

The village was happy to hear the good news, and to have their resources brought back to them by Thalia herself. As promised, Thalia stuck around in the village to party with all the happy residents. And she reassured them that if Psyche ever returned he wouldn't cause them any trouble.

The End...