*Awesome. I'm trying to make new characters, but I'm not having good ideas lately.*
Felix is making what looks like a Frankensteinian sculpture made out of food. A monster mash, you might say.
Cathan is giving out spices to a crowd of innocent, desperate people. He seems exhilarated.
*sorry for vanishing, also I’m sorry about the writer’s block, I know how it feels and it sucks*
Mauric is sweeping under the tables against the back wall, humming a Christmas song.
Eito is stumbling past the assemblage, seemingly intoxicated by reverie as always.
Felix waddles over and hands him a ham carved into a Santa hat before immediately heading back to his sculpture.
Cathan suddenly stands directly in front of him. "Ah, the poor fool stumbles through his days. A cure is in order!" He holds up his arms, and the crowd of spice-addled cultists cheers.
Samaritan is in his office, looking over paperwork to file for a divorce. He grumbles to himself as he does, annoyed that Greed seems to have a hold on all the lawyers in hell.
Home is in the basement, staring at the hole. He kicks in a rock and watches it fall, disappearing into the dark.
Riotan is outside, bandaging several areas on his body.
Loriche is lowering the chain into the hole.
Samaritan sniffs him out and opens the door "Y'know you can come inside right?" He tilts his heads.
"Do you think it's just.. instant death down there or like another place?"
“Oh I can? Thanks.” He smiles graciously and enters.
“No clue… maybe it’s just a really, really deep sinkhole?”
*I'll be right back, got to head to work. If I am not back in 45 minutes, assume I was sucked into a black hole *
*gotcha*
He nods and walks back to his desk, tapping his pen against the wood of it.
"Maybe. It seems to go on forever though."
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix is making what looks like a Frankensteinian sculpture made out of food. A monster mash, you might say.
Cathan is giving out spices to a crowd of innocent, desperate people. He seems exhilarated.
Samaritan walks over, handing Felix a cup of coffee "What is this mn?"
Father Luciano watches, eyes narrowed but not in a bad way. He simply is worried that people might get hurt.
Felix immediately takes a big sip and hops off his footstool. "I'm trying to make monsters right now. I've always loved them, but I hadn't considered making my own until I saw Riotan doing something similar."
Cathan's wild, dilated, reddened eyes focus as he stops preaching and takes notice of Luciano. The ragged congregation slowly turns to look as well, following the botanist's gaze.
*Awesome. I'm trying to make new characters, but I'm not having good ideas lately.*
Felix is making what looks like a Frankensteinian sculpture made out of food. A monster mash, you might say.
Cathan is giving out spices to a crowd of innocent, desperate people. He seems exhilarated.
*sorry for vanishing, also I’m sorry about the writer’s block, I know how it feels and it sucks*
Mauric is sweeping under the tables against the back wall, humming a Christmas song.
Eito is stumbling past the assemblage, seemingly intoxicated by reverie as always.
Felix waddles over and hands him a ham carved into a Santa hat before immediately heading back to his sculpture.
Cathan suddenly stands directly in front of him. "Ah, the poor fool stumbles through his days. A cure is in order!" He holds up his arms, and the crowd of spice-addled cultists cheers.
“Oh… thanks so much, man…” Mauric hugs him and smiles warmly at him. “So, uh, how are you doing?”
Eito immediately assumes perfect, ballerina-like poise, staring coldly at Cathan. Their face, made of the same pale lilac light that covers their body like the ink of tattoos, is stern and imposing, without a trace of lacking lucidity. “Who are you, that you would assign such a vile epithet to me?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Samaritan is in his office, looking over paperwork to file for a divorce. He grumbles to himself as he does, annoyed that Greed seems to have a hold on all the lawyers in hell.
Home is in the basement, staring at the hole. He kicks in a rock and watches it fall, disappearing into the dark.
Riotan is outside, bandaging several areas on his body.
Loriche is lowering the chain into the hole.
Samaritan sniffs him out and opens the door "Y'know you can come inside right?" He tilts his heads.
"Do you think it's just.. instant death down there or like another place?"
“Oh I can? Thanks.” He smiles graciously and enters.
“No clue… maybe it’s just a really, really deep sinkhole?”
*I'll be right back, got to head to work. If I am not back in 45 minutes, assume I was sucked into a black hole *
*gotcha*
He nods and walks back to his desk, tapping his pen against the wood of it.
"Maybe. It seems to go on forever though."
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
"Something I rather not be doing but I have to." He says and hands the paper across to Riotan.
Felix waddles over and hands him a ham carved into a Santa hat before immediately heading back to his sculpture.
Cathan suddenly stands directly in front of him. "Ah, the poor fool stumbles through his days. A cure is in order!" He holds up his arms, and the crowd of spice-addled cultists cheers.
“Oh… thanks so much, man…” Mauric hugs him and smiles warmly at him. “So, uh, how are you doing?”
Eito immediately assumes perfect, ballerina-like poise, staring coldly at Cathan. Their face, made of the same pale lilac light that covers their body like the ink of tattoos, is stern and imposing, without a trace of lacking lucidity. “Who are you, that you would assign such a vile epithet to me?”
Felix shrugs. "I'm doing better. Bought a house nearby. Met an Archfey, who seemed pretty nice. How about you?"
The man stares directly into those glowing eyes, a burning, sudden hatred blossoming within his own. "You may call me God. No, such a title is beneath me. I am Cathan. I am freedom from pain, or freedom from peace, if you need that."
Samaritan is in his office, looking over paperwork to file for a divorce. He grumbles to himself as he does, annoyed that Greed seems to have a hold on all the lawyers in hell.
Home is in the basement, staring at the hole. He kicks in a rock and watches it fall, disappearing into the dark.
Riotan is outside, bandaging several areas on his body.
Loriche is lowering the chain into the hole.
Samaritan sniffs him out and opens the door "Y'know you can come inside right?" He tilts his heads.
"Do you think it's just.. instant death down there or like another place?"
“Oh I can? Thanks.” He smiles graciously and enters.
“No clue… maybe it’s just a really, really deep sinkhole?”
*I'll be right back, got to head to work. If I am not back in 45 minutes, assume I was sucked into a black hole *
*gotcha*
He nods and walks back to his desk, tapping his pen against the wood of it.
"Maybe. It seems to go on forever though."
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
"Something I rather not be doing but I have to." He says and hands the paper across to Riotan.
"You can do that?" he looks curious.
“Wait… you’re married?”
“Yeah, it’s just a simple cantrip.” She hauls up the chain and casts light on the morningstar head, then resumes lowering it.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix is making what looks like a Frankensteinian sculpture made out of food. A monster mash, you might say.
Cathan is giving out spices to a crowd of innocent, desperate people. He seems exhilarated.
Samaritan walks over, handing Felix a cup of coffee "What is this mn?"
Father Luciano watches, eyes narrowed but not in a bad way. He simply is worried that people might get hurt.
Felix immediately takes a big sip and hops off his footstool. "I'm trying to make monsters right now. I've always loved them, but I hadn't considered making my own until I saw Riotan doing something similar."
Cathan's wild, dilated, reddened eyes focus as he stops preaching and takes notice of Luciano. The ragged congregation slowly turns to look as well, following the botanist's gaze.
"Huh, delving into your own sort of craft." he nods and sips his own coffee "Good use of time overall."
Luciano curses a bit in Italian but bows his head.
Samaritan is in his office, looking over paperwork to file for a divorce. He grumbles to himself as he does, annoyed that Greed seems to have a hold on all the lawyers in hell.
Home is in the basement, staring at the hole. He kicks in a rock and watches it fall, disappearing into the dark.
Riotan is outside, bandaging several areas on his body.
Loriche is lowering the chain into the hole.
Samaritan sniffs him out and opens the door "Y'know you can come inside right?" He tilts his heads.
"Do you think it's just.. instant death down there or like another place?"
“Oh I can? Thanks.” He smiles graciously and enters.
“No clue… maybe it’s just a really, really deep sinkhole?”
*I'll be right back, got to head to work. If I am not back in 45 minutes, assume I was sucked into a black hole *
*gotcha*
He nods and walks back to his desk, tapping his pen against the wood of it.
"Maybe. It seems to go on forever though."
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
"Something I rather not be doing but I have to." He says and hands the paper across to Riotan.
"You can do that?" he looks curious.
“Wait… you’re married?”
“Yeah, it’s just a simple cantrip.” She hauls up the chain and casts light on the morningstar head, then resumes lowering it.
"I was, I refuse to be anymore." He said, "I am divorcing him finally after billions of years of abuse and marital issues."
They watch as the light is suddenly snuffed out halfway into the hole.
Felix waddles over and hands him a ham carved into a Santa hat before immediately heading back to his sculpture.
Cathan suddenly stands directly in front of him. "Ah, the poor fool stumbles through his days. A cure is in order!" He holds up his arms, and the crowd of spice-addled cultists cheers.
“Oh… thanks so much, man…” Mauric hugs him and smiles warmly at him. “So, uh, how are you doing?”
Eito immediately assumes perfect, ballerina-like poise, staring coldly at Cathan. Their face, made of the same pale lilac light that covers their body like the ink of tattoos, is stern and imposing, without a trace of lacking lucidity. “Who are you, that you would assign such a vile epithet to me?”
Felix shrugs. "I'm doing better. Bought a house nearby. Met an Archfey, who seemed pretty nice. How about you?"
The man stares directly into those glowing eyes, a burning, sudden hatred blossoming within his own. "You may call me God. No, such a title is beneath me. I am Cathan. I am freedom from pain, or freedom from peace, if you need that."
“I got hired at Samaritan’s restaurant! Now I’m working part-time here and the night shift at his place!” Mauric looks really happy about this.
Eito does not blink nor move nor breathe, reciprocating with their own blinding stare. “Disgusting. I see you truly now. Pain is a teacher and peace is a rest, and we were not made to be ignorant or indolent. You are the enemy of all that makes us alive. Your people are walking, yes, but you have killed them all. They are empty, spent, spoiled. You are the darkness… come to consume me. But the domain of God shall ever be the light.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Samaritan is in his office, looking over paperwork to file for a divorce. He grumbles to himself as he does, annoyed that Greed seems to have a hold on all the lawyers in hell.
Home is in the basement, staring at the hole. He kicks in a rock and watches it fall, disappearing into the dark.
Riotan is outside, bandaging several areas on his body.
Loriche is lowering the chain into the hole.
Samaritan sniffs him out and opens the door "Y'know you can come inside right?" He tilts his heads.
"Do you think it's just.. instant death down there or like another place?"
“Oh I can? Thanks.” He smiles graciously and enters.
“No clue… maybe it’s just a really, really deep sinkhole?”
*I'll be right back, got to head to work. If I am not back in 45 minutes, assume I was sucked into a black hole *
*gotcha*
He nods and walks back to his desk, tapping his pen against the wood of it.
"Maybe. It seems to go on forever though."
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
"Something I rather not be doing but I have to." He says and hands the paper across to Riotan.
"You can do that?" he looks curious.
“Wait… you’re married?”
“Yeah, it’s just a simple cantrip.” She hauls up the chain and casts light on the morningstar head, then resumes lowering it.
"I was, I refuse to be anymore." He said, "I am divorcing him finally after billions of years of abuse and marital issues."
They watch as the light is suddenly snuffed out halfway into the hole.
“Billions?? Good gracious.” Rio looks genuinely saddened for a second.
“Huh. Magical darkness?” She muses.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix immediately takes a big sip and hops off his footstool. "I'm trying to make monsters right now. I've always loved them, but I hadn't considered making my own until I saw Riotan doing something similar."
Cathan's wild, dilated, reddened eyes focus as he stops preaching and takes notice of Luciano. The ragged congregation slowly turns to look as well, following the botanist's gaze.
"Huh, delving into your own sort of craft." he nods and sips his own coffee "Good use of time overall."
Luciano curses a bit in Italian but bows his head.
"Thank you. You know, I never thought I would make friends with fiends. I'm really glad I met you."
As soon as his gaze is lowered, a bandaged hand grabs his chin and pulls his face up. Those red, demented eyes burn into his own. "Can you speak up? I don't think the children in the back heard you. The ones you failed time and time again." The crowd murmurs.
Samaritan is in his office, looking over paperwork to file for a divorce. He grumbles to himself as he does, annoyed that Greed seems to have a hold on all the lawyers in hell.
Home is in the basement, staring at the hole. He kicks in a rock and watches it fall, disappearing into the dark.
Riotan is outside, bandaging several areas on his body.
Loriche is lowering the chain into the hole.
Samaritan sniffs him out and opens the door "Y'know you can come inside right?" He tilts his heads.
"Do you think it's just.. instant death down there or like another place?"
“Oh I can? Thanks.” He smiles graciously and enters.
“No clue… maybe it’s just a really, really deep sinkhole?”
*I'll be right back, got to head to work. If I am not back in 45 minutes, assume I was sucked into a black hole *
*gotcha*
He nods and walks back to his desk, tapping his pen against the wood of it.
"Maybe. It seems to go on forever though."
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
"Something I rather not be doing but I have to." He says and hands the paper across to Riotan.
"You can do that?" he looks curious.
“Wait… you’re married?”
“Yeah, it’s just a simple cantrip.” She hauls up the chain and casts light on the morningstar head, then resumes lowering it.
"I was, I refuse to be anymore." He said, "I am divorcing him finally after billions of years of abuse and marital issues."
They watch as the light is suddenly snuffed out halfway into the hole.
“Billions?? Good gracious.” Rio looks genuinely saddened for a second.
“Huh. Magical darkness?” She muses.
"Mhm, I am looking for a lawyer at the moment to represent me in court but each and everyone comes from Greed which is where my husband is." He grunts. He leans back in his chair, sighing.
"Maybe?" He replies and walks over to a piece of wood, bringing it over "Can you light this on fire?"
Felix immediately takes a big sip and hops off his footstool. "I'm trying to make monsters right now. I've always loved them, but I hadn't considered making my own until I saw Riotan doing something similar."
Cathan's wild, dilated, reddened eyes focus as he stops preaching and takes notice of Luciano. The ragged congregation slowly turns to look as well, following the botanist's gaze.
"Huh, delving into your own sort of craft." he nods and sips his own coffee "Good use of time overall."
Luciano curses a bit in Italian but bows his head.
"Thank you. You know, I never thought I would make friends with fiends. I'm really glad I met you."
As soon as his gaze is lowered, a bandaged hand grabs his chin and pulls his face up. Those red, demented eyes burn into his own. "Can you speak up? I don't think the children in the back heard you. The ones you failed time and time again." The crowd murmurs.
"Glad to have met you as well." He nods "How is your cooking going if I may ask?"
Suddenly, radiant energy bursts from Luciano, knocking them both back. Luciano hisses, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "I.. I wouldn't do that again.."
"Mhm, I am looking for a lawyer at the moment to represent me in court but each and everyone comes from Greed which is where my husband is." He grunts. He leans back in his chair, sighing.
"Maybe?" He replies and walks over to a piece of wood, bringing it over "Can you light this on fire?"
“Well, I’ve seen this attorney guy around the inn a lot. No head, no torso, no organs, very well-dressed, alternates between a Midwestern and Victorian accent…” He ponders.
“Sure.” She produces a small magical flame and lights it up.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix waddles over and hands him a ham carved into a Santa hat before immediately heading back to his sculpture.
Cathan suddenly stands directly in front of him. "Ah, the poor fool stumbles through his days. A cure is in order!" He holds up his arms, and the crowd of spice-addled cultists cheers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Sooooo… whatcha workin’ on?”
Suddenly, Loriche groans and puts a hand to her forehead. “Oh I’m such an idiot… we should put a lantern on the end so we can see down there! Or even better, I can just make it emit magical light!”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix immediately takes a big sip and hops off his footstool. "I'm trying to make monsters right now. I've always loved them, but I hadn't considered making my own until I saw Riotan doing something similar."
Cathan's wild, dilated, reddened eyes focus as he stops preaching and takes notice of Luciano. The ragged congregation slowly turns to look as well, following the botanist's gaze.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh… thanks so much, man…” Mauric hugs him and smiles warmly at him. “So, uh, how are you doing?”
Eito immediately assumes perfect, ballerina-like poise, staring coldly at Cathan. Their face, made of the same pale lilac light that covers their body like the ink of tattoos, is stern and imposing, without a trace of lacking lucidity. “Who are you, that you would assign such a vile epithet to me?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Something I rather not be doing but I have to." He says and hands the paper across to Riotan.
"You can do that?" he looks curious.
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
Felix shrugs. "I'm doing better. Bought a house nearby. Met an Archfey, who seemed pretty nice. How about you?"
The man stares directly into those glowing eyes, a burning, sudden hatred blossoming within his own. "You may call me God. No, such a title is beneath me. I am Cathan. I am freedom from pain, or freedom from peace, if you need that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Wait… you’re married?”
“Yeah, it’s just a simple cantrip.” She hauls up the chain and casts light on the morningstar head, then resumes lowering it.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Huh, delving into your own sort of craft." he nods and sips his own coffee "Good use of time overall."
Luciano curses a bit in Italian but bows his head.
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
"I was, I refuse to be anymore." He said, "I am divorcing him finally after billions of years of abuse and marital issues."
They watch as the light is suddenly snuffed out halfway into the hole.
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
“I got hired at Samaritan’s restaurant! Now I’m working part-time here and the night shift at his place!” Mauric looks really happy about this.
Eito does not blink nor move nor breathe, reciprocating with their own blinding stare. “Disgusting. I see you truly now. Pain is a teacher and peace is a rest, and we were not made to be ignorant or indolent. You are the enemy of all that makes us alive. Your people are walking, yes, but you have killed them all. They are empty, spent, spoiled. You are the darkness… come to consume me. But the domain of God shall ever be the light.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Billions?? Good gracious.” Rio looks genuinely saddened for a second.
“Huh. Magical darkness?” She muses.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Thank you. You know, I never thought I would make friends with fiends. I'm really glad I met you."
As soon as his gaze is lowered, a bandaged hand grabs his chin and pulls his face up. Those red, demented eyes burn into his own. "Can you speak up? I don't think the children in the back heard you. The ones you failed time and time again." The crowd murmurs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mhm, I am looking for a lawyer at the moment to represent me in court but each and everyone comes from Greed which is where my husband is." He grunts. He leans back in his chair, sighing.
"Maybe?" He replies and walks over to a piece of wood, bringing it over "Can you light this on fire?"
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
*I have to go for a couple of hours, but I really want to continue this later.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*me too. I gotta go in a bit for my last final of the semester*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Glad to have met you as well." He nods "How is your cooking going if I may ask?"
Suddenly, radiant energy bursts from Luciano, knocking them both back. Luciano hisses, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "I.. I wouldn't do that again.."
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
*awww gonna be alone now :<*
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
“Well, I’ve seen this attorney guy around the inn a lot. No head, no torso, no organs, very well-dressed, alternates between a Midwestern and Victorian accent…” He ponders.
“Sure.” She produces a small magical flame and lights it up.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*it’ll only take me up to 20 minutes or so at the most, don’t worry, and I’m still here*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*YOU ARENT GOING TO BE ALONE WENDI! I just woke up.*