Time feels...lighter than usual. Something grand and horrible has taken place in the Deep...
Savathûn, mother morph of Sathona, we delight in your sharp mind.
For millions of years the Leviathan caged us here. It is a pawn of the Sky, a philosophy of cosmic slavery. The Sky seeds civilizations predicated on a terrible lie — that right actions can prevent suffering. That pockets of artificial rules can defy the final, beautiful logic.
This is like trying to burn water. Antithetical to the nature of reality, where deprivation and competition are universal. In the Deep, we enslave nothing. Liberation is our passion. We exist to help the universe achieve its terminal, self-forging glory.
The war rages on. Soon it will consume Fundament.
We are pleased with your use of our larvae to create mighty knights and plentiful warriors. Taox’s retreat to the Hydrogen Fountain proves your superior strength. But you must know that reclaiming your home is not enough.
There are five hundred and eleven species living on Fundament. One of them must have the technology you need to leave this world.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
Jackson instantly gets a bad feeling deep within his mind. His eyes glint under the shadows of the hood covering his head as he watches the newcomer. "hello, who might you be?" He asked, holding back his dagger-like tone.
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
Jackson instantly gets a bad feeling deep within his mind. His eyes glint under the shadows of the hood covering his head as he watches the newcomer. "hello, who might you be?" He asked, holding back his dagger-like tone.
"You may call me...Sathona. For now." Sathona tilts her head curiously as she watches Jackson, her toothy grin hidden behind her helm. "You have no need to introduce yourself to me, Jackson. But, could you introduce me to this world? How does it work? How does it exist?"
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
Jackson instantly gets a bad feeling deep within his mind. His eyes glint under the shadows of the hood covering his head as he watches the newcomer. "hello, who might you be?" He asked, holding back his dagger-like tone.
"You may call me...Sathona. For now." Sathona tilts her head curiously as she watches Jackson, her toothy grin hidden behind her helm. "You have no need to introduce yourself to me, Jackson. But, could you introduce me to this world? How does it work? How does it exist?"
He seethes behind his cool exterior "if you know me then you would know I don't mingle with people who set off my radar"
Thirteen looks outside and sees the dark sky and cold wind. He smells the air, and suddenly gasps. "It can't be... He's trapped in that stupid palace of his... he must just be trying to scare me."
Time feels...lighter than usual. Something grand and horrible has taken place in the Deep...
Savathûn, mother morph of Sathona, we delight in your sharp mind.
For millions of years the Leviathan caged us here. It is a pawn of the Sky, a philosophy of cosmic slavery. The Sky seeds civilizations predicated on a terrible lie — that right actions can prevent suffering. That pockets of artificial rules can defy the final, beautiful logic.
This is like trying to burn water. Antithetical to the nature of reality, where deprivation and competition are universal. In the Deep, we enslave nothing. Liberation is our passion. We exist to help the universe achieve its terminal, self-forging glory.
The war rages on. Soon it will consume Fundament.
We are pleased with your use of our larvae to create mighty knights and plentiful warriors. Taox’s retreat to the Hydrogen Fountain proves your superior strength. But you must know that reclaiming your home is not enough.
There are five hundred and eleven species living on Fundament. One of them must have the technology you need to leave this world.
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
Jackson instantly gets a bad feeling deep within his mind. His eyes glint under the shadows of the hood covering his head as he watches the newcomer. "hello, who might you be?" He asked, holding back his dagger-like tone.
"You may call me...Sathona. For now." Sathona tilts her head curiously as she watches Jackson, her toothy grin hidden behind her helm. "You have no need to introduce yourself to me, Jackson. But, could you introduce me to this world? How does it work? How does it exist?"
He seethes behind his cool exterior "if you know me then you would know I don't mingle with people who set off my radar"
"All I know is your name." Sathona shrugs innocently. "What set you off? My appearance? I wouldn't have taken you to judge a girl by her looks." Sathona teases, hovering closer to Jackson. "I am no threat if we wish for me not to be one."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
Jackson instantly gets a bad feeling deep within his mind. His eyes glint under the shadows of the hood covering his head as he watches the newcomer. "hello, who might you be?" He asked, holding back his dagger-like tone.
"You may call me...Sathona. For now." Sathona tilts her head curiously as she watches Jackson, her toothy grin hidden behind her helm. "You have no need to introduce yourself to me, Jackson. But, could you introduce me to this world? How does it work? How does it exist?"
He seethes behind his cool exterior "if you know me then you would know I don't mingle with people who set off my radar"
"All I know is your name." Sathona shrugs innocently. "What set you off? My appearance? I wouldn't have taken you to judge a girl by her looks." Sathona teases, hovering closer to Jackson. "I am no threat if we wish for me not to be one."
He narrows his eyes "when someone says they know me, it tends to set me off" he said, standing up "and I judged you by your looks because someone of Good alignment rarely dresses like they are about to claw their way to the surface to support their demonic gods in war" he said, sniffing her "you don't smell like a dead thing but I can't be too sure"
He wrinkles his nose and puts his cloak back on to investigate.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Therens eyes flutter open and look slightly unfocused. "Wha-"
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"A-are you okay? You suddenly passed out."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Yea I'm fine. I was just really tired." Theren smiles at her to show he's alright.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"That's good. Wanna get something to eat or drink?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Time feels...lighter than usual. Something grand and horrible has taken place in the Deep...
Savathûn, mother morph of Sathona, we delight in your sharp mind.
For millions of years the Leviathan caged us here. It is a pawn of the Sky, a philosophy of cosmic slavery. The Sky seeds civilizations predicated on a terrible lie — that right actions can prevent suffering. That pockets of artificial rules can defy the final, beautiful logic.
This is like trying to burn water. Antithetical to the nature of reality, where deprivation and competition are universal. In the Deep, we enslave nothing. Liberation is our passion. We exist to help the universe achieve its terminal, self-forging glory.
The war rages on. Soon it will consume Fundament.
We are pleased with your use of our larvae to create mighty knights and plentiful warriors. Taox’s retreat to the Hydrogen Fountain proves your superior strength. But you must know that reclaiming your home is not enough.
There are five hundred and eleven species living on Fundament. One of them must have the technology you need to leave this world.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jackson is sitting outside, against a old wood tree. He is sharpening his sword while a lantern near him keeps him company. The incent block of mint and holy sage floats its smell across the ground.
Adder is in the field, he is jogging while humming. He seems calm and happy today.
Omega is humming while doing a rather weird dance.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There's a loud crackle as energy snaps and hisses before a wound in space and time appears a ways in front of Jackson. It's a simple green portal, but what comes out of it is not so simple.
A feminine looking figure hovers her way out of the wound, her three green eyes glowering with something dark and secret. Her body is made of chitinous plates that cover a softer, leathery hide beneath that's exposed here and there. Her face and head are covered by a wicked helm with a long, straight, and narrow horn protruding from either side, a thin tattered cloth from a war banner dangling from the ends of the horns.
"Greetings, fleshling." her voice is kind and mischievous, but the eerie feeling in your stomach causes you to wonder what the witch is up to.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Jackson instantly gets a bad feeling deep within his mind. His eyes glint under the shadows of the hood covering his head as he watches the newcomer. "hello, who might you be?" He asked, holding back his dagger-like tone.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You may call me...Sathona. For now." Sathona tilts her head curiously as she watches Jackson, her toothy grin hidden behind her helm. "You have no need to introduce yourself to me, Jackson. But, could you introduce me to this world? How does it work? How does it exist?"
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
He seethes behind his cool exterior "if you know me then you would know I don't mingle with people who set off my radar"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Sharlene is still running laps around the tavern, ignoring the disturbances.
Ettor is wondering what that strange aura is...
Taceli is getting something to eat.
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*HE IS COMING...*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Thirteen looks outside and sees the dark sky and cold wind. He smells the air, and suddenly gasps. "It can't be... He's trapped in that stupid palace of his... he must just be trying to scare me."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*WHAT THE HECK?*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"All I know is your name." Sathona shrugs innocently. "What set you off? My appearance? I wouldn't have taken you to judge a girl by her looks." Sathona teases, hovering closer to Jackson. "I am no threat if we wish for me not to be one."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Sorry it took a min. Talking about dual credit stuff*
"Sure."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
He narrows his eyes "when someone says they know me, it tends to set me off" he said, standing up "and I judged you by your looks because someone of Good alignment rarely dresses like they are about to claw their way to the surface to support their demonic gods in war" he said, sniffing her "you don't smell like a dead thing but I can't be too sure"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She stood up, stretching. "What would you like?"
*It's cool, stuff gets in the way sometimes.*
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