"Are you sure? I think I might be different than before... but I don't really know. I'm like a blank slate for new experiences. I guess that just means I can be anyone's perfect, though." He sighs, taking Donn's hands as he's held.
Donn hugs him "I like you as you, not some hollow doll or something new and shiny. I like you as you want to be." He said.
"I don't know what I want to be, though. I dream of meals and carnivals and fires and bright, white lights, and black goats. Hotels and trains and colossal wonders. But I don't know how much of that is me."
He hears the snap of a bear trap... and what sounds like a thousand voices crying and screaming, echoing through the woods. It cuts out as quickly as it starts.
He sighs, opening his eyes and stepping from his warm puddle of lava, beginning to head towards the sound, not even bothering to bring his axe along with him this time, still slightly annoyed, but in control of his emotions.
There is a splintered leg made of sticks, straw, and sackcloth stuck in the trap. Something lurks in the dark, its gold eyes staring at him as it makes a hobbling retreat into the black.
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
He hears the snap of a bear trap... and what sounds like a thousand voices crying and screaming, echoing through the woods. It cuts out as quickly as it starts.
He sighs, opening his eyes and stepping from his warm puddle of lava, beginning to head towards the sound, not even bothering to bring his axe along with him this time, still slightly annoyed, but in control of his emotions.
There is a splintered leg made of sticks, straw, and sackcloth stuck in the trap. Something lurks in the dark, its gold eyes staring at him as it makes a hobbling retreat into the black.
He looks down to them, his arms crossed, a very daunting appearance to having looking down upon someone “Hello, and who might you be?” His voice rumbling with slight impatience.
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
The cackling only grows at the reaction as she hugs them tightly, patting their head “Ah, don’t let that get ta ya. Look forward ta it.”
"Are you sure? I think I might be different than before... but I don't really know. I'm like a blank slate for new experiences. I guess that just means I can be anyone's perfect, though." He sighs, taking Donn's hands as he's held.
Donn hugs him "I like you as you, not some hollow doll or something new and shiny. I like you as you want to be." He said.
"I don't know what I want to be, though. I dream of meals and carnivals and fires and bright, white lights, and black goats. Hotels and trains and colossal wonders. But I don't know how much of that is me."
"White lights?.." he tilts his head "meals make sense, the carnival is where I met you.. black goats could symbolize me." He tries to piece it together.
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
The cackling only grows at the reaction as she hugs them tightly, patting their head “Ah, don’t let that get ta ya. Look forward ta it.”
"I know I know but I also.. have not done that before either." He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair "Oh dear, I am very out of my league."
There is a splintered leg made of sticks, straw, and sackcloth stuck in the trap. Something lurks in the dark, its gold eyes staring at him as it makes a hobbling retreat into the black.
He looks down to them, his arms crossed, a very daunting appearance to having looking down upon someone “Hello, and who might you be?” His voice rumbling with slight impatience.
The being stammers as it falls, unable to move quickly without its leg. "My husband told me my name is... Egregore."
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
He nods and hugs him "I am sorry.."
"That's not fair!" Scott says and climbs down slowly.
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
The cackling only grows at the reaction as she hugs them tightly, patting their head “Ah, don’t let that get ta ya. Look forward ta it.”
"I know I know but I also.. have not done that before either." He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair "Oh dear, I am very out of my league."
She puts them back down, smiling wide “Everythin’s so much more fun when ya got no idea what yer doin’. Don’t worry, I’ll teach ya everythin’ ya need ta know.” She says, breathing in the winter air.
"I don't know what I want to be, though. I dream of meals and carnivals and fires and bright, white lights, and black goats. Hotels and trains and colossal wonders. But I don't know how much of that is me."
"White lights?.." he tilts his head "meals make sense, the carnival is where I met you.. black goats could symbolize me." He tries to piece it together.
"I like to sing. Maybe that's what I should be. I don't know many songs, though. I need to learn more."
There is a splintered leg made of sticks, straw, and sackcloth stuck in the trap. Something lurks in the dark, its gold eyes staring at him as it makes a hobbling retreat into the black.
He looks down to them, his arms crossed, a very daunting appearance to having looking down upon someone “Hello, and who might you be?” His voice rumbling with slight impatience.
The being stammers as it falls, unable to move quickly without its leg. "My husband told me my name is... Egregore."
He sighs, leaning down, putting two fingers in between the jaws of the trap, breaking it apart with those two, freeing their leg “Nice to meet you Egregore. I am Ragnerious.”
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
The cackling only grows at the reaction as she hugs them tightly, patting their head “Ah, don’t let that get ta ya. Look forward ta it.”
"I know I know but I also.. have not done that before either." He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair "Oh dear, I am very out of my league."
She puts them back down, smiling wide “Everythin’s so much more fun when ya got no idea what yer doin’. Don’t worry, I’ll teach ya everythin’ ya need ta know.” She says, breathing in the winter air.
He nods and sighs "I am just.. unsure.. as to everything I suppose." He shrugs and looks to her "But not about you, not one bit."
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
He nods and hugs him "I am sorry.."
"That's not fair!" Scott says and climbs down slowly.
"It's ok... miss yuri takes good care of me." he sighs, "I hope the others are ok." he mumbles
"Hey, i'm simply created in other ways" he winks, "I spent most of my childhood climbing buildings"
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 18
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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"I don't know what I want to be, though. I dream of meals and carnivals and fires and bright, white lights, and black goats. Hotels and trains and colossal wonders. But I don't know how much of that is me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’ve never played it but I’d choose Mr Satan if I could*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is a splintered leg made of sticks, straw, and sackcloth stuck in the trap. Something lurks in the dark, its gold eyes staring at him as it makes a hobbling retreat into the black.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He can tell someone is watching him but he can't tell where.
He nods "Tired.. for once. Never got to sleep before."
She nods and he nods as well.
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
He blinks and turns bright red, she can almost see the steam coming off of him.
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 should, it’s just amazing as it looks, and I main Yamcha, so we are cut from similar cloth.*
He looks down to them, his arms crossed, a very daunting appearance to having looking down upon someone “Hello, and who might you be?” His voice rumbling with slight impatience.
He nods "They.. left the court. Now they are being hunted because of it." He explains "Just like I."
He rolls his eyes and follows him.
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
The cackling only grows at the reaction as she hugs them tightly, patting their head “Ah, don’t let that get ta ya. Look forward ta it.”
"White lights?.." he tilts his head "meals make sense, the carnival is where I met you.. black goats could symbolize me." He tries to piece it together.
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 know I know but I also.. have not done that before either." He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair "Oh dear, I am very out of my league."
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
The being stammers as it falls, unable to move quickly without its leg. "My husband told me my name is... Egregore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Like me and... my siblings." He says softly,
Tycho hops off the roof, tucking into a roll, "Ah, good to stretch the old acrobatics"
He nods and hugs him "I am sorry.."
"That's not fair!" Scott says and climbs down slowly.
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 puts them back down, smiling wide “Everythin’s so much more fun when ya got no idea what yer doin’. Don’t worry, I’ll teach ya everythin’ ya need ta know.” She says, breathing in the winter air.
"I like to sing. Maybe that's what I should be. I don't know many songs, though. I need to learn more."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, leaning down, putting two fingers in between the jaws of the trap, breaking it apart with those two, freeing their leg “Nice to meet you Egregore. I am Ragnerious.”
He nods and sighs "I am just.. unsure.. as to everything I suppose." He shrugs and looks to her "But not about you, not one bit."
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
"It's ok... miss yuri takes good care of me." he sighs, "I hope the others are ok." he mumbles
"Hey, i'm simply created in other ways" he winks, "I spent most of my childhood climbing buildings"
Thirteen looks around for the source of the sensation. Perception: 18
“Well if that’s the case you can have my blanket!”
He parts the scales along his spine and pulls out essentially a far more grandiose version of what he gave to Anna. “This is the Jaw of Ecstasy, my personal blade.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.