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Thirteen is still asleep.
Mauric is watering his basil plants on the roof.
Loriche is resetting her traps.
Riotan is carving new runes on his thighs and lower back.
Eito is lying facedown in the river.
Malafasa is still getting acclimated to the mortal realm, and is currently just flying over the wider landscape and scouting things out. Her eyes are incomparably sharp and keeping track of just about everyone in a ten-mile radius.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*A man who is a private detective who, unlike the rest, enjoys his power. He is able to dig into the minds of others and pull out information he seeks. But, it doesn't work on the other sins. He is a very prideful man, an ego on him about his work, and is one the only one who works compliantly works with the Black Crown.*
*Oh that is certainly an interesting idea, using his ability to dig into the minds of those he needs information from. I definitely like the idea, especially making them the only one actually enjoys the power they have. I don’t have too much time, but wanna start an rp and finish it tomorrow?*
*He acts cheerful and such but, underneath, he is manipulative, scheming, and a liar who cheats and charms his way out of any trouble he comes across. He works solely for himself but is using the Black Crown to further himself.*
*Also sure.*
*Sounds about right for the Sin of Pride, of course, the other Sins know he’s act by now, and I’m pretty sure at least Tengen would hate him.*
*Do you have anyone you would like to have specifically?*
*I suppose Tengen and Sparrow.*
*Of course, here you go my dear, dear friend.*
Sparrow is sleeping on the ground of his room, shirtless. It was way too hot in here for him, which means it’s room temperature, and if it isn’t scorching or freezing, he isn’t used to it.
Tengen is cleaning his blade once more in the deep forest, every time he cleans his blade, he knows someone has died, and it was his fault. His guilt weights heavy on his soul.
Stroth walks in and pokes him in different places on his chest. She tilts her head from side to side.
He hears a whistling, a little jaunty tune that he very much knows. A man, who looks more human than the rest of the sins, stands behind him.
He shakes before waking up, looking to see them and smiling “Huh? Well howdy love, do ya need me fer somethin’?” He pushes himself up.
He turns his blade in his hand, the fragments coming as close as they have ever been, making a solid blade once more “Step back before a cut that chest of yours open.” He says, angry.
"Nope. Just wanted to see you." She said, smiling and kissing his hand.
"Aww that's no way to say hello now is it?" He clicks his tongue, chuckling a bit "Put that thing down would you?"
He pulls her down to the ground with him, embracing them with a smile, kissing their forehead.
He, reluctantly, moves the blade from their chest “Hellos are for friends, we stopped being friends a long time ago. What do you want?”
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Thirteen is still asleep.
Mauric is watering his basil plants on the roof.
Loriche is resetting her traps.
Riotan is carving new runes on his thighs and lower back.
Eito is lying facedown in the river.
Malafasa is still getting acclimated to the mortal realm, and is currently just flying over the wider landscape and scouting things out. Her eyes are incomparably sharp and keeping track of just about everyone in a ten-mile radius.
Samaritan keeps an eye on Riotan so he doesn't end up hurting himself badly.
The Writer is poking Thirteen like an annoying menace. Scott is trying to stop him but they keep getting into a childish slap fight.
Malafasa can see both the Sin of a pride, James, and the Sin of Lust, Masuki, conversing. Masuki looks annoyed at her older counterpart, James being notorious for ruining her life some days.
*A man who is a private detective who, unlike the rest, enjoys his power. He is able to dig into the minds of others and pull out information he seeks. But, it doesn't work on the other sins. He is a very prideful man, an ego on him about his work, and is one the only one who works compliantly works with the Black Crown.*
*Oh that is certainly an interesting idea, using his ability to dig into the minds of those he needs information from. I definitely like the idea, especially making them the only one actually enjoys the power they have. I don’t have too much time, but wanna start an rp and finish it tomorrow?*
*He acts cheerful and such but, underneath, he is manipulative, scheming, and a liar who cheats and charms his way out of any trouble he comes across. He works solely for himself but is using the Black Crown to further himself.*
*Also sure.*
*Sounds about right for the Sin of Pride, of course, the other Sins know he’s act by now, and I’m pretty sure at least Tengen would hate him.*
*Do you have anyone you would like to have specifically?*
*I suppose Tengen and Sparrow.*
*Of course, here you go my dear, dear friend.*
Sparrow is sleeping on the ground of his room, shirtless. It was way too hot in here for him, which means it’s room temperature, and if it isn’t scorching or freezing, he isn’t used to it.
Tengen is cleaning his blade once more in the deep forest, every time he cleans his blade, he knows someone has died, and it was his fault. His guilt weights heavy on his soul.
Stroth walks in and pokes him in different places on his chest. She tilts her head from side to side.
He hears a whistling, a little jaunty tune that he very much knows. A man, who looks more human than the rest of the sins, stands behind him.
He shakes before waking up, looking to see them and smiling “Huh? Well howdy love, do ya need me fer somethin’?” He pushes himself up.
He turns his blade in his hand, the fragments coming as close as they have ever been, making a solid blade once more “Step back before a cut that chest of yours open.” He says, angry.
"Nope. Just wanted to see you." She said, smiling and kissing his hand.
"Aww that's no way to say hello now is it?" He clicks his tongue, chuckling a bit "Put that thing down would you?"
He pulls her down to the ground with him, embracing them with a smile, kissing their forehead.
He, reluctantly, moves the blade from their chest “Hellos are for friends, we stopped being friends a long time ago. What do you want?”
She chuckles and lays down beside him "how're you feeling?"
"Don't be like that, I come baring good news!" He says, tipping his bowler cap "I have been sent to keep an eye on you all. After all, you do tend to get up to some less than desirable actions." He looks down to the sword and smirks.
He takes a deep breath, chuckling with them “This room ain’t what I’m used ta, but other than that, my sisters are human again. So I’d say I’m doin’ good.“
“And how is that good news? None of us like you, I can barely keep myself from gutting you whenever you choose to open that mouth of yours.” He drops the blade, it disappearing only a little bit later “What do you really want lapdog?”
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Thirteen is still asleep.
Mauric is watering his basil plants on the roof.
Loriche is resetting her traps.
Riotan is carving new runes on his thighs and lower back.
Eito is lying facedown in the river.
Malafasa is still getting acclimated to the mortal realm, and is currently just flying over the wider landscape and scouting things out. Her eyes are incomparably sharp and keeping track of just about everyone in a ten-mile radius.
Samaritan keeps an eye on Riotan so he doesn't end up hurting himself badly.
The Writer is poking Thirteen like an annoying menace. Scott is trying to stop him but they keep getting into a childish slap fight.
Malafasa can see both the Sin of a pride, James, and the Sin of Lust, Masuki, conversing. Masuki looks annoyed at her older counterpart, James being notorious for ruining her life some days.
Rio has done this a million times (probably without hyperbole) and is being very careful.
Thirteen opens a single eye and glares at The Writer. His shadow curls over the back of his chair and rears up slightly, staring at The Writer with equal annoyance.
Malafasa enters a dive and unfurls her wings at the lowest possible point, flapping a bit and landing rather dramatically. “Look who’s here.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He takes a deep breath, chuckling with them “This room ain’t what I’m used ta, but other than that, my sisters are human again. So I’d say I’m doin’ good.“
“And how is that good news? None of us like you, I can barely keep myself from gutting you whenever you choose to open that mouth of yours.” He drops the blade, it disappearing only a little bit later “What do you really want lapdog?”
"That's good. The were awful after all, deserve to be turned into meat puppets." She huffed.
"Sticks and stones, you know the saying. I am here to watch over you all, like I said, but also I am setting up shop here for my detective business. The big city is nice and all but this little place is filled to the brim with mysteries." He said, his eyes suddenly turning black "and a lapdog? Really? I rather be that than a murderer."
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Thirteen is still asleep.
Mauric is watering his basil plants on the roof.
Loriche is resetting her traps.
Riotan is carving new runes on his thighs and lower back.
Eito is lying facedown in the river.
Malafasa is still getting acclimated to the mortal realm, and is currently just flying over the wider landscape and scouting things out. Her eyes are incomparably sharp and keeping track of just about everyone in a ten-mile radius.
Samaritan keeps an eye on Riotan so he doesn't end up hurting himself badly.
The Writer is poking Thirteen like an annoying menace. Scott is trying to stop him but they keep getting into a childish slap fight.
Malafasa can see both the Sin of a pride, James, and the Sin of Lust, Masuki, conversing. Masuki looks annoyed at her older counterpart, James being notorious for ruining her life some days.
Rio has done this a million times (probably without hyperbole) and is being very careful.
Thirteen opens a single eye and glares at The Writer. His shadow curls over the back of his chair and rears up slightly, staring at The Writer with equal annoyance.
Malafasa enters a dive and unfurls her wings at the lowest possible point, flapping a bit and landing rather dramatically. “Look who’s here.”
Samaritan still winces a bit "Rio, babe, careful please." He grumbles.
The Writer grins and waves. Scott sighs and sits down in a chair.
James smiles "Ah! My favorite one, how are you dear." He tips his bowler cap "The Black Crown sent me to keep an eye on all of you, make sure there isn't any issues."
He takes a deep breath, chuckling with them “This room ain’t what I’m used ta, but other than that, my sisters are human again. So I’d say I’m doin’ good.“
“And how is that good news? None of us like you, I can barely keep myself from gutting you whenever you choose to open that mouth of yours.” He drops the blade, it disappearing only a little bit later “What do you really want lapdog?”
"That's good. The were awful after all, deserve to be turned into meat puppets." She huffed.
"Sticks and stones, you know the saying. I am here to watch over you all, like I said, but also I am setting up shop here for my detective business. The big city is nice and all but this little place is filled to the brim with mysteries." He said, his eyes suddenly turning black "and a lapdog? Really? I rather be that than a murderer."
He kisses them again “Hey, those are still my sisters, an’ now ya can lecture them on how ta have some manners.”
“Luckily enough for you, you’re both.” He looks up to them, his own eyes filled with a cold emptiness “I haven’t forgotten the days when I was sent in to ‘clean up’ after you got everything you wanted to know.” He cracks his knuckles, standing up to them, “You better not ruin this place too.”
He takes a deep breath, chuckling with them “This room ain’t what I’m used ta, but other than that, my sisters are human again. So I’d say I’m doin’ good.“
“And how is that good news? None of us like you, I can barely keep myself from gutting you whenever you choose to open that mouth of yours.” He drops the blade, it disappearing only a little bit later “What do you really want lapdog?”
"That's good. The were awful after all, deserve to be turned into meat puppets." She huffed.
"Sticks and stones, you know the saying. I am here to watch over you all, like I said, but also I am setting up shop here for my detective business. The big city is nice and all but this little place is filled to the brim with mysteries." He said, his eyes suddenly turning black "and a lapdog? Really? I rather be that than a murderer."
He kisses them again “Hey, those are still my sisters, an’ now ya can lecture them on how ta have some manners.”
“Luckily enough for you, you’re both.” He looks up to them, his own eyes filled with a cold emptiness “I haven’t forgotten the days when I was sent in to ‘clean up’ after you got everything you wanted to know.” He cracks his knuckles, standing up to them, “You better not ruin this place too.”
"Good." she chuckles and snuggles against him.
"You insult me, my good man. I never laid a hand on those people and that's what the courts found as well." He laughs, spinning his cane.
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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
Thirteen is still asleep.
Mauric is watering his basil plants on the roof.
Loriche is resetting her traps.
Riotan is carving new runes on his thighs and lower back.
Eito is lying facedown in the river.
Malafasa is still getting acclimated to the mortal realm, and is currently just flying over the wider landscape and scouting things out. Her eyes are incomparably sharp and keeping track of just about everyone in a ten-mile radius.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He pulls her down to the ground with him, embracing them with a smile, kissing their forehead.
He, reluctantly, moves the blade from their chest “Hellos are for friends, we stopped being friends a long time ago. What do you want?”
*Anyway, I guess I’m alive again, and I have to go to school. yay.*
*apologies*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Samaritan keeps an eye on Riotan so he doesn't end up hurting himself badly.
The Writer is poking Thirteen like an annoying menace. Scott is trying to stop him but they keep getting into a childish slap fight.
Malafasa can see both the Sin of a pride, James, and the Sin of Lust, Masuki, conversing. Masuki looks annoyed at her older counterpart, James being notorious for ruining her life some days.
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 chuckles and lays down beside him "how're you feeling?"
"Don't be like that, I come baring good news!" He says, tipping his bowler cap "I have been sent to keep an eye on you all. After all, you do tend to get up to some less than desirable actions." He looks down to the sword and smirks.
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
*Oh hey Jobah, don’t worry about it.*
*Cut for Wendi.*
He takes a deep breath, chuckling with them “This room ain’t what I’m used ta, but other than that, my sisters are human again. So I’d say I’m doin’ good.“
“And how is that good news? None of us like you, I can barely keep myself from gutting you whenever you choose to open that mouth of yours.” He drops the blade, it disappearing only a little bit later “What do you really want lapdog?”
Rio has done this a million times (probably without hyperbole) and is being very careful.
Thirteen opens a single eye and glares at The Writer. His shadow curls over the back of his chair and rears up slightly, staring at The Writer with equal annoyance.
Malafasa enters a dive and unfurls her wings at the lowest possible point, flapping a bit and landing rather dramatically. “Look who’s here.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*How’re you doing?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"That's good. The were awful after all, deserve to be turned into meat puppets." She huffed.
"Sticks and stones, you know the saying. I am here to watch over you all, like I said, but also I am setting up shop here for my detective business. The big city is nice and all but this little place is filled to the brim with mysteries." He said, his eyes suddenly turning black "and a lapdog? Really? I rather be that than a murderer."
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
*Tired, but as happy as I usually am. How about you man?*
Samaritan still winces a bit "Rio, babe, careful please." He grumbles.
The Writer grins and waves. Scott sighs and sits down in a chair.
James smiles "Ah! My favorite one, how are you dear." He tips his bowler cap "The Black Crown sent me to keep an eye on all of you, make sure there isn't any issues."
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 kisses them again “Hey, those are still my sisters, an’ now ya can lecture them on how ta have some manners.”
“Luckily enough for you, you’re both.” He looks up to them, his own eyes filled with a cold emptiness “I haven’t forgotten the days when I was sent in to ‘clean up’ after you got everything you wanted to know.” He cracks his knuckles, standing up to them, “You better not ruin this place too.”
*Pretty good. I did nothing but play Minecraft over the weekend and I finally bought a copy of the Divine Comedy*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Good." she chuckles and snuggles against him.
"You insult me, my good man. I never laid a hand on those people and that's what the courts found as well." He laughs, spinning his cane.
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
*Sounds like a good weekend, I’m happy to hear that you were doing well.*
*just a heads up, I changed my username.*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*VIPER!!! [ATTACKS WITH HUGS]*
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