"Maybe we could teach all these people about ghosts. Would you like to help me teach them about ghosts?" The repetition is clearly deliberate.
Through the looking glass*pun intended* you can see her nod with excitement
He smiles at her. "Alright. I'm going to pass the mirror around so people can see you, is that okay? No one will hurt you. This is a place of acceptance, and you have nothing to be afraid of."
As the mirror is passed around, she waves and smiles, but whenever somebody gets close to her, they get a face full of freezing wind. The mirror even starts to frost up
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The crowd gasps. The musician grabs Victor's wrist firmly. His voice has a faint sternness to it all of the sudden. "Hey. Don't do that, alright?" His tone then softens once more. "You made a mistake. It's okay. But hurting yourself is bad." The word 'bad' seems to be uncomfortable for him, as though he didn't want to use such harsh language. "Life is all about learning. You shouldn't be punished for learning things."
He looks to them, quickly moving his own wrist out of their hand, taking a deep breath “Sorry, dude. I do this a lot though, I should have learned by now man.” He groans, looking at them with equal concern.
"It's okay. Repetition is an important part of any lesson. Plus, drugs," he gestures to the pipe, "can make learning difficult." He leads Victor to a hospital.
He chuckles, letting himself be led by them, putting up the pipe “Do you want some? It’s pretty strong, hard to make anything work when you’re immortal.” The guy can smell that he’s smoking straight up poison.
"I'm sorry, I don't know." He gently rubs the angel's shoulder in a comforting motion. "But life on the Material Plane is all about learning. Would you like to learn with me? Maybe we can find out why you were sent down."
It nods its 'head' and looks up. Its body begins to change, the flesh rendering into something else. It looks barely passable as human, skin barely holding onto a skeleton made of hardened flesh, false eyes that don't gaze, a false mouth of which to speak, all so fake but so real at the same time.
He smiles wide, admiring the false form. "That's very good. You learn very quickly. What's your name?"
"It is nothing.. As natural as breathing.." It says "My name is Azabell.. What is yours?"
He smiles at her. "Alright. I'm going to pass the mirror around so people can see you, is that okay? No one will hurt you. This is a place of acceptance, and you have nothing to be afraid of."
As the mirror is passed around, she waves and smiles, but whenever somebody gets close to her, they get a face full of freezing wind. The mirror even starts to frost up
He begins to teach the people a lesson about ghosts. It's very basic, but informative and entertaining enough to keep them very interested despite how scary this all is. "Ghosts are usually cold, like our friend here, but they can be hot too. Some of them can even affect electricity!" The lesson is mostly about acceptance, but facts about cosmology and metaphysics are sprinkled in here and there.
He smiles at her. "Alright. I'm going to pass the mirror around so people can see you, is that okay? No one will hurt you. This is a place of acceptance, and you have nothing to be afraid of."
As the mirror is passed around, she waves and smiles, but whenever somebody gets close to her, they get a face full of freezing wind. The mirror even starts to frost up
He begins to teach the people a lesson about ghosts. It's very basic, but informative and entertaining enough to keep them very interested despite how scary this all is. "Ghosts are usually cold, like our friend here, but they can be hot too. Some of them can even affect electricity!" The lesson is mostly about acceptance, but facts about cosmology and metaphysics are sprinkled in here and there.
The ghost continues to move around the crowd, and when she gets close to the mirror, it shatters in shards of glass and ice
*i kid you not I was writing that and I wrote “it sharts” by accident*
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"It's okay. Repetition is an important part of any lesson. Plus, drugs," he gestures to the pipe, "can make learning difficult." He leads Victor to a hospital.
He chuckles, letting himself be led by them, putting up the pipe “Do you want some? It’s pretty strong, hard to make anything work when you’re immortal.” The guy can smell that he’s smoking straight up poison.
"No thank you. Drugs are bad for you. Well, maybe not you specifically." He speaks normally for about a second, but then goes back to his child-friendly demeanor. "Please don't offer drugs to people. The kinds you smoke are strong enough to kill an adult man." He brings him inside, revealing the place to be completely empty. "I'm going to start pulling the spears out now, okay?"
He begins to teach the people a lesson about ghosts. It's very basic, but informative and entertaining enough to keep them very interested despite how scary this all is. "Ghosts are usually cold, like our friend here, but they can be hot too. Some of them can even affect electricity!" The lesson is mostly about acceptance, but facts about cosmology and metaphysics are sprinkled in here and there.
The ghost continues to move around the crowd, and when she gets close to the mirror, it shatters in shards of glass and ice
*i kid you not I was writing that and I wrote “it sharts” by accident*
The musician quickly makes sure nobody is injured, calms the kids down, and looks directly at the ghost with a smile despite not having a mirror anymore. "Thank you for joining us today, friend. You are welcome here whenever you want. If you would like, you can stay for the sing along. If you don't know the song, you can just clap your hands."
"It's okay. Repetition is an important part of any lesson. Plus, drugs," he gestures to the pipe, "can make learning difficult." He leads Victor to a hospital.
He chuckles, letting himself be led by them, putting up the pipe “Do you want some? It’s pretty strong, hard to make anything work when you’re immortal.” The guy can smell that he’s smoking straight up poison.
"No thank you. Drugs are bad for you. Well, maybe not you specifically." He speaks normally for about a second, but then goes back to his child-friendly demeanor. "Please don't offer drugs to people. The kinds you smoke are strong enough to kill an adult man." He brings him inside, revealing the place to be completely empty. "I'm going to start pulling the spears out now, okay?"
He nods, putting his pipe away after a few more puffs “Are you trying to be some kind of teacher dude?” He asks, helping remove the spears from his body “Cause you’re doing a good job of looking like a good guy.”
He seems happy to answer the question. "It means we are willing to trust each other. We care about each other and try to understand one another. It's a lot like love."
He begins to teach the people a lesson about ghosts. It's very basic, but informative and entertaining enough to keep them very interested despite how scary this all is. "Ghosts are usually cold, like our friend here, but they can be hot too. Some of them can even affect electricity!" The lesson is mostly about acceptance, but facts about cosmology and metaphysics are sprinkled in here and there.
The ghost continues to move around the crowd, and when she gets close to the mirror, it shatters in shards of glass and ice
*i kid you not I was writing that and I wrote “it sharts” by accident*
The musician quickly makes sure nobody is injured, calms the kids down, and looks directly at the ghost with a smile despite not having a mirror anymore. "Thank you for joining us today, friend. You are welcome here whenever you want. If you would like, you can stay for the sing along. If you don't know the song, you can just clap your hands."
They sit down on the grass, eager to hear the song.
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"No thank you. Drugs are bad for you. Well, maybe not you specifically." He speaks normally for about a second, but then goes back to his child-friendly demeanor. "Please don't offer drugs to people. The kinds you smoke are strong enough to kill an adult man." He brings him inside, revealing the place to be completely empty. "I'm going to start pulling the spears out now, okay?"
He nods, putting his pipe away after a few more puffs “Are you trying to be some kind of teacher dude?” He asks, helping remove the spears from his body “Cause you’re doing a good job of looking like a good guy.”
He chuckles gently. "I know a lot of things, and I want to be a good friend. Sometimes I'm a teacher. Sometimes I'm just a guy. Sometimes I'm a scary monster. But that's not appropriate for kids, except on Halloween. I'm glad you think I look like a good guy."
He seems happy to answer the question. "It means we are willing to trust each other. We care about each other and try to understand one another. It's a lot like love."
"What is that?" The blank eyes are that of a child stuck to the body of a deformed monster, filled to the brim with curiosity.
The musician quickly makes sure nobody is injured, calms the kids down, and looks directly at the ghost with a smile despite not having a mirror anymore. "Thank you for joining us today, friend. You are welcome here whenever you want. If you would like, you can stay for the sing along. If you don't know the song, you can just clap your hands."
They sit down on the grass, eager to hear the song.
He grins and picks up his guitar, which was sitting next to his "clean-up box." He sings a song about weird friends, and how actually, we're all different and those differences make the world go round. It's not super long or complicated, but it is very good for a children's song about friendship. Kind of a jam, actually. Some of the kids know it already, but it seems to be a song original to him that he's played before but hasn't caught on with the wider public.
He seems happy to answer the question. "It means we are willing to trust each other. We care about each other and try to understand one another. It's a lot like love."
"What is that?" The blank eyes are that of a child stuck to the body of a deformed monster, filled to the brim with curiosity.
"Love is when we care about each other a whole awful lot It's very important. Everyone should love everyone else. Sometimes people don't love each other, and that makes us sad. But that doesn't mean we can't love them anyway."
He seems happy to answer the question. "It means we are willing to trust each other. We care about each other and try to understand one another. It's a lot like love."
"What is that?" The blank eyes are that of a child stuck to the body of a deformed monster, filled to the brim with curiosity.
"Love is when we care about each other a whole awful lot It's very important. Everyone should love everyone else. Sometimes people don't love each other, and that makes us sad. But that doesn't mean we can't love them anyway."
"Huh.. What if someone does not feel 'love'? How does that go about?" He asks "Also, is there just 'love'?"
As the mirror is passed around, she waves and smiles, but whenever somebody gets close to her, they get a face full of freezing wind. The mirror even starts to frost up
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He chuckles, letting himself be led by them, putting up the pipe “Do you want some? It’s pretty strong, hard to make anything work when you’re immortal.” The guy can smell that he’s smoking straight up poison.
"It is nothing.. As natural as breathing.." It says "My name is Azabell.. What is yours?"
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 begins to teach the people a lesson about ghosts. It's very basic, but informative and entertaining enough to keep them very interested despite how scary this all is. "Ghosts are usually cold, like our friend here, but they can be hot too. Some of them can even affect electricity!" The lesson is mostly about acceptance, but facts about cosmology and metaphysics are sprinkled in here and there.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The ghost continues to move around the crowd, and when she gets close to the mirror, it shatters in shards of glass and ice
*i kid you not I was writing that and I wrote “it sharts” by accident*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"No thank you. Drugs are bad for you. Well, maybe not you specifically." He speaks normally for about a second, but then goes back to his child-friendly demeanor. "Please don't offer drugs to people. The kinds you smoke are strong enough to kill an adult man." He brings him inside, revealing the place to be completely empty. "I'm going to start pulling the spears out now, okay?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My name is Franz. Would you like to be friends?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What is that?.. If I may ask?" It questions
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 musician quickly makes sure nobody is injured, calms the kids down, and looks directly at the ghost with a smile despite not having a mirror anymore. "Thank you for joining us today, friend. You are welcome here whenever you want. If you would like, you can stay for the sing along. If you don't know the song, you can just clap your hands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, putting his pipe away after a few more puffs “Are you trying to be some kind of teacher dude?” He asks, helping remove the spears from his body “Cause you’re doing a good job of looking like a good guy.”
He seems happy to answer the question. "It means we are willing to trust each other. We care about each other and try to understand one another. It's a lot like love."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They sit down on the grass, eager to hear the song.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He chuckles gently. "I know a lot of things, and I want to be a good friend. Sometimes I'm a teacher. Sometimes I'm just a guy. Sometimes I'm a scary monster. But that's not appropriate for kids, except on Halloween. I'm glad you think I look like a good guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What is that?" The blank eyes are that of a child stuck to the body of a deformed monster, filled to the brim with curiosity.
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 grins and picks up his guitar, which was sitting next to his "clean-up box." He sings a song about weird friends, and how actually, we're all different and those differences make the world go round. It's not super long or complicated, but it is very good for a children's song about friendship. Kind of a jam, actually. Some of the kids know it already, but it seems to be a song original to him that he's played before but hasn't caught on with the wider public.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Love is when we care about each other a whole awful lot It's very important. Everyone should love everyone else. Sometimes people don't love each other, and that makes us sad. But that doesn't mean we can't love them anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Huh.. What if someone does not feel 'love'? How does that go about?" He asks "Also, is there just 'love'?"
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 am not very good at Ultrakill*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ruh roh.*
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
*Hard to port!*
*hard astern!*
*matters not where you turn!*
*compass spins!*
*stars have fled!*
*we are all dead ahead!*