*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
KK walks into the library and notices Stroth, seeming concerned and moving over to her to comfort her.
Stroth looks up at her, her hair and body glittering like the tears in her eyes "The child.. it's gone.."
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, grumbling as he delivers solid kicks and punches to it, almost tearing the fabric.
Merabelle was walking into the library to grab some more books for Omori’s studies when she saw Stroth. She sits down nearby, she doesn’t know what has happened, but she still needs to be there for her best friend.
Sparrow can be found wandering over, Samaritan has seen him around town, and even if not he’s seen him when he went to apologize. He looked happy then, sure of his choices, and even then just good, this Sparrow looks lost, his tears have dried, but he seems weak.
Stroth looks up, her hair glittering in the library light alongside her tears. "The child's gone.." she said, her voice shaky.
Samaritan raises a brow behind his mask and stops, nodding his head to him "Hello.. are you okay?"
Merabelle scoots closer, holding out her arms “Do you want a hug?” She softly asks them, her eyes full of sympathy and care.
He walks over to the punching bag, looking up to them, his arms slack at his sides before shaking his head slowly “May… I?” He points weakly to the bag.
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, grumbling as he delivers solid kicks and punches to it, almost tearing the fabric.
Merabelle was walking into the library to grab some more books for Omori’s studies when she saw Stroth. She sits down nearby, she doesn’t know what has happened, but she still needs to be there for her best friend.
Sparrow can be found wandering over, Samaritan has seen him around town, and even if not he’s seen him when he went to apologize. He looked happy then, sure of his choices, and even then just good, this Sparrow looks lost, his tears have dried, but he seems weak.
Stroth looks up, her hair glittering in the library light alongside her tears. "The child's gone.." she said, her voice shaky.
Samaritan raises a brow behind his mask and stops, nodding his head to him "Hello.. are you okay?"
Merabelle scoots closer, holding out her arms “Do you want a hug?” She softly asks them, her eyes full of sympathy and care.
He walks over to the punching bag, looking up to them, his arms slack at his sides before shaking his head slowly “May… I?” He points weakly to the bag.
She shakes her head "I feel.. disgusting.." she says, a look of pure sullen nothingness behind her eyes.
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, grumbling as he delivers solid kicks and punches to it, almost tearing the fabric.
Merabelle was walking into the library to grab some more books for Omori’s studies when she saw Stroth. She sits down nearby, she doesn’t know what has happened, but she still needs to be there for her best friend.
Sparrow can be found wandering over, Samaritan has seen him around town, and even if not he’s seen him when he went to apologize. He looked happy then, sure of his choices, and even then just good, this Sparrow looks lost, his tears have dried, but he seems weak.
Stroth looks up, her hair glittering in the library light alongside her tears. "The child's gone.." she said, her voice shaky.
Samaritan raises a brow behind his mask and stops, nodding his head to him "Hello.. are you okay?"
Merabelle scoots closer, holding out her arms “Do you want a hug?” She softly asks them, her eyes full of sympathy and care.
He walks over to the punching bag, looking up to them, his arms slack at his sides before shaking his head slowly “May… I?” He points weakly to the bag.
She shakes her head "I feel.. disgusting.." she says, a look of pure sullen nothingness behind her eyes.
He nods, stepping back.
She nods, putting her arms down, “You… I wish I could have helped… I’m sorry that happened.”
Sparrow begins hitting the bag, as he goes on his emotions show, a cold hatred with every hit. He begins punching hard enough to hurt himself, causing his knuckles to open up as tears leak from his eyes as rage fills every punch.
*I myself have been making a fey, she’s an old hag grandma named Mother Ostankya*
*(Looks back at Decadence fey) Mines just a silly guy.*
Deep within the forest, somehow it has gotten warmer. It's not cold like how the winter should be but more like spring or summer. A butterfly-esque humanoid sits on a very soft looking sofa, sipping wine from a beautiful crystal goblet. They are wearing a brilliant suit made of shimmering, color changing fabric and are dining on every food imaginable that sits on a table beside them. The food magically appears once a plate is done it seems.
He smiles gently. "That's a good question. The classes are for anything and anyone. Oftentimes, I teach what the kids want to know. Sometimes the parents choose. My favorite topic is nature. Plants, animals, stars- stuff like that. If I don't know enough about a topic, I go to the library. I read about what I want to learn, and I share it the next day. Does that answer your question, Omori?"
She listens attentively to his whole explanation- and especially so when he mentions the stars. "Yeah, that answers it quite well. Thank you, Franz."
*I don't know what's happening. This is the second time a post just outright did not show up for me even when I scrolled its area several times.*
"You're welcome, Omori. Would you like to pick our next activity?"
"No, I'm fine with whatever y'all had decided beforehand." She replies.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, grumbling as he delivers solid kicks and punches to it, almost tearing the fabric.
Merabelle was walking into the library to grab some more books for Omori’s studies when she saw Stroth. She sits down nearby, she doesn’t know what has happened, but she still needs to be there for her best friend.
Sparrow can be found wandering over, Samaritan has seen him around town, and even if not he’s seen him when he went to apologize. He looked happy then, sure of his choices, and even then just good, this Sparrow looks lost, his tears have dried, but he seems weak.
Stroth looks up, her hair glittering in the library light alongside her tears. "The child's gone.." she said, her voice shaky.
Samaritan raises a brow behind his mask and stops, nodding his head to him "Hello.. are you okay?"
Merabelle scoots closer, holding out her arms “Do you want a hug?” She softly asks them, her eyes full of sympathy and care.
He walks over to the punching bag, looking up to them, his arms slack at his sides before shaking his head slowly “May… I?” He points weakly to the bag.
She shakes her head "I feel.. disgusting.." she says, a look of pure sullen nothingness behind her eyes.
He nods, stepping back.
She nods, putting her arms down, “You… I wish I could have helped… I’m sorry that happened.”
Sparrow begins hitting the bag, as he goes on his emotions show, a cold hatred with every hit. He begins punching hard enough to hurt himself, causing his knuckles to open up as tears leak from his eyes as rage fills every punch.
"Don't feel sorry.. it was all my fault. I'm the reason. I failed Sparrow." She buries her face in her hands.
Samaritan watches, letting him take out his anger. He has seen anger, but this kind was dangerous and best to let out of ones system.
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
KK walks into the library and notices Stroth, seeming concerned and moving over to her to comfort her.
Stroth looks up at her, her hair and body glittering like the tears in her eyes "The child.. it's gone.."
She is silent for a few seconds, shocked beyond words. She sits nearby. "I'm so sorry for your loss..." She responds, seeming a little out of her element, but trying to comfort her friend nonetheless.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I don't know if I want to introduce now or later.*
*Oh well, characters for now.*
Stroth, golden as the sun, is still lying in the sofa in the library, mourning the loss of her and Sparrow's child. The Golden Traitor looks so.. broken, vulnerable, and shook from it all.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, grumbling as he delivers solid kicks and punches to it, almost tearing the fabric.
Merabelle was walking into the library to grab some more books for Omori’s studies when she saw Stroth. She sits down nearby, she doesn’t know what has happened, but she still needs to be there for her best friend.
Sparrow can be found wandering over, Samaritan has seen him around town, and even if not he’s seen him when he went to apologize. He looked happy then, sure of his choices, and even then just good, this Sparrow looks lost, his tears have dried, but he seems weak.
Stroth looks up, her hair glittering in the library light alongside her tears. "The child's gone.." she said, her voice shaky.
Samaritan raises a brow behind his mask and stops, nodding his head to him "Hello.. are you okay?"
Merabelle scoots closer, holding out her arms “Do you want a hug?” She softly asks them, her eyes full of sympathy and care.
He walks over to the punching bag, looking up to them, his arms slack at his sides before shaking his head slowly “May… I?” He points weakly to the bag.
She shakes her head "I feel.. disgusting.." she says, a look of pure sullen nothingness behind her eyes.
He nods, stepping back.
She nods, putting her arms down, “You… I wish I could have helped… I’m sorry that happened.”
Sparrow begins hitting the bag, as he goes on his emotions show, a cold hatred with every hit. He begins punching hard enough to hurt himself, causing his knuckles to open up as tears leak from his eyes as rage fills every punch.
"Don't feel sorry.. it was all my fault. I'm the reason. I failed Sparrow." She buries her face in her hands.
Samaritan watches, letting him take out his anger. He has seen anger, but this kind was dangerous and best to let out of ones system.
She pats their back softly, their voice calm and kind “Ya didn’t fail anyone. Ya shouldn’t blame yerself. It only makes things worse.”
Sparrow continues to damage his fists, but they seem to glow a dim radiance, healing as he breaks them, his tears flowing down the sides of his face as he destroys himself and the bag.
*I don't know what's happening. This is the second time a post just outright did not show up for me even when I scrolled its area several times.*
"You're welcome, Omori. Would you like to pick our next activity?"
"No, I'm fine with whatever y'all had decided beforehand." She replies.
"We were planning on drawing monsters today. Keep an open mind, friends. When we're done drawing, we'll talk about the monsters we drew. We'll think about how we would make friends with them. Everyone deserves to be loved, even if they look or act different. Omori, would you help me pass out crayons and construction paper? You can meet the others at the same time."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*I have entered a state of silliness and dare i say, tomfoolery*
*You. You are a pure state of silliness.*
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
Stroth looks up at her, her hair and body glittering like the tears in her eyes "The child.. it's gone.."
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
Merabelle scoots closer, holding out her arms “Do you want a hug?” She softly asks them, her eyes full of sympathy and care.
He walks over to the punching bag, looking up to them, his arms slack at his sides before shaking his head slowly “May… I?” He points weakly to the bag.
*Wow! Thank you! :>*
She shakes her head "I feel.. disgusting.." she says, a look of pure sullen nothingness behind her eyes.
He nods, stepping back.
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
*Course. Also, do want a fey?*
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
*of course I do!*
*I myself have been making a fey, she’s an old hag grandma named Mother Ostankya*
She nods, putting her arms down, “You… I wish I could have helped… I’m sorry that happened.”
Sparrow begins hitting the bag, as he goes on his emotions show, a cold hatred with every hit. He begins punching hard enough to hurt himself, causing his knuckles to open up as tears leak from his eyes as rage fills every punch.
*If you guys don't bring Felix back, I'm going to have to do it.*
*And the tears will not be those of joy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*(Looks back at Decadence fey) Mines just a silly guy.*
Deep within the forest, somehow it has gotten warmer. It's not cold like how the winter should be but more like spring or summer. A butterfly-esque humanoid sits on a very soft looking sofa, sipping wine from a beautiful crystal goblet. They are wearing a brilliant suit made of shimmering, color changing fabric and are dining on every food imaginable that sits on a table beside them. The food magically appears once a plate is done it seems.
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 mean, my characters are busy being traumatized, and getting Felix back in any way will be tears of joy for me.*
"No, I'm fine with whatever y'all had decided beforehand." She replies.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Don't feel sorry.. it was all my fault. I'm the reason. I failed Sparrow." She buries her face in her hands.
Samaritan watches, letting him take out his anger. He has seen anger, but this kind was dangerous and best to let out of ones system.
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 WANT ME TO BRING FELIX BACK?- I CAN DO THAT BUT BE WARNED, I AM GONNA BE MYSELF ABOUT IT.*
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 is silent for a few seconds, shocked beyond words. She sits nearby. "I'm so sorry for your loss..." She responds, seeming a little out of her element, but trying to comfort her friend nonetheless.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Oh, don't worry- Helianth has a plan for bringing Felix back... and the tears still won't be tears of joy. >:D*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She pats their back softly, their voice calm and kind “Ya didn’t fail anyone. Ya shouldn’t blame yerself. It only makes things worse.”
Sparrow continues to damage his fists, but they seem to glow a dim radiance, healing as he breaks them, his tears flowing down the sides of his face as he destroys himself and the bag.
*would anyone like to rp? :>*
"We were planning on drawing monsters today. Keep an open mind, friends. When we're done drawing, we'll talk about the monsters we drew. We'll think about how we would make friends with them. Everyone deserves to be loved, even if they look or act different. Omori, would you help me pass out crayons and construction paper? You can meet the others at the same time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels