Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
"Hungry.. Its all I can eat.." She tries to explain, her hand moving wildly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
"Hungry.. Its all I can eat.." She tries to explain, her hand moving wildly
"You could eat a deer." he says softly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
"Hungry.. Its all I can eat.." She tries to explain, her hand moving wildly
"You could eat a deer." he says softly
"I can't! I can't.." She mumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The exorcist stares for a second, his red eyes dull as he lets his cigarette fall from his lip before crushing it as he walks over, taking an extra split second to twist his shoe and grind the smoke into the ground. He leaves his sledge leaning against the wall as he picks up the helmet, passively examining it. "Impressive metalwork. You serve, brother?"
Either he doesn't realize how vague that is, or he's leaving it intentionally open-ended.
The detailing is finely crafted, it must have taken a very long time to make, or an expert crafter among experts. He leans against his mop, watching them pick up the helmet, smiling warmly before nodding "I do, though serve what you did not say. I am a knight, and a good one I believe."
"Knight, huh? Like a paladin?" He sets the helmet back down. "Being a good knight can be a lot of things. I like it when they're cool and rainy, so I can sleep better." He speaks with such nonchalance that it takes a moment to realize that he made a pun and wasn't just saying something random.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
Misha nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly darting backwards. Her lips twitch as she breaks into a fit of nervous laughter, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am hungry.." she says, her voice breaking around the edges.
"You don't have to apologize- at least, not to me." It responds, some of its roots extending towards the blood-soaked earth left around the corpse, draining the soil of any trace of moisture until it is cracked and dry.
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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)
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
Misha nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly darting backwards. Her lips twitch as she breaks into a fit of nervous laughter, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am hungry.." she says, her voice breaking around the edges.
"You don't have to apologize- at least, not to me." It responds, some of its roots extending towards the blood-soaked earth left around the corpse, draining the soil of any trace of moisture until it is cracked and dry.
She nervously twitches and packages the rest of the body. She turns towards them again and brushes her hair from her face, her hideous features now on display.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The exorcist stares for a second, his red eyes dull as he lets his cigarette fall from his lip before crushing it as he walks over, taking an extra split second to twist his shoe and grind the smoke into the ground. He leaves his sledge leaning against the wall as he picks up the helmet, passively examining it. "Impressive metalwork. You serve, brother?"
Either he doesn't realize how vague that is, or he's leaving it intentionally open-ended.
The detailing is finely crafted, it must have taken a very long time to make, or an expert crafter among experts. He leans against his mop, watching them pick up the helmet, smiling warmly before nodding "I do, though serve what you did not say. I am a knight, and a good one I believe."
"Knight, huh? Like a paladin?" He sets the helmet back down. "Being a good knight can be a lot of things. I like it when they're cool and rainy, so I can sleep better." He speaks with such nonchalance that it takes a moment to realize that he made a pun and wasn't just saying something random.
He cant help but crack a genuine smile at the pun they made, ringing out all the blood from the mop as he laughs, "A paladin? Far from my faith, I carry no oath other than to do what is right, and nothing more than that. It is difficult to uphold at times, but I've managed decently enough."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A large albino man with a name tag reading 'Porter' (long hair bacon cap man from the picture) walks over. His apron is splattered in blood, and he carries a sledgehammer in his right hand, crosses stamped into its sides and a rosary wrapped around the handle. He doesn't say anything, looking over her with tired eyes and hanging his hammer on his shoulder before lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a drag.
She seems to pray fervently over the woman before placing a small cross on her head and closing her eyes, "Thank you ma'am, I could not be more grateful for this meal. I am sorry I hurt you, for I am no better than those who hunt the deer, who slaughter the cows, who butcher the pigs. I pray to god that you end up before the holy gates, that you can forgive me for what I have done." She clasps her hands together, her hands covered in blood.
"Doesn't matter." He says suddenly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Not her place to forgive you. I'd say you should pray about that." He moves closer, stepping in the blood. "How are you gonna cook her?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She nods in understanding, walking forward a bit. "How'd you first learn of it?" She asks.
"It will be- I'm certain of that." She responds, smiling as well, leaning a bit against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't know. I've been so focused on getting everything ready with the wedding and the blood, I hadn't really thought of that. What about you? What do you want to do today?"
"Actually, one of my old friends before I learned I was a negator." He gets off the skateboard, giving them a chance to get on, ready to assist them whenever they may need it.
"I want to be with you, I've been recovering for so long, that I want to do whatever I can with you, no matter what that may be. I'm so sorry you've had to focus on all of this without my aid, and now that I'm here, I want to make it up somehow."
She very carefully stands up on the board, mostly focusing on just keeping her balance. She looks equal parts nervous and curious.
"It's alright- I wouldn't want to push you to help me when you're regaining your strength. Maybe we can work on the wedding invitations together?"
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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)
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
"Hungry.. Its all I can eat.." She tries to explain, her hand moving wildly
"You could eat a deer." he says softly
"I can't! I can't.." She mumbles.
"And why is that?" he says, gently touching her shoulder
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A large albino man with a name tag reading 'Porter' (long hair bacon cap man from the picture) walks over. His apron is splattered in blood, and he carries a sledgehammer in his right hand, crosses stamped into its sides and a rosary wrapped around the handle. He doesn't say anything, looking over her with tired eyes and hanging his hammer on his shoulder before lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a drag.
She seems to pray fervently over the woman before placing a small cross on her head and closing her eyes, "Thank you ma'am, I could not be more grateful for this meal. I am sorry I hurt you, for I am no better than those who hunt the deer, who slaughter the cows, who butcher the pigs. I pray to god that you end up before the holy gates, that you can forgive me for what I have done." She clasps her hands together, her hands covered in blood.
"Doesn't matter." He says suddenly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Not her place to forgive you. I'd say you should pray about that." He moves closer, stepping in the blood. "How are you gonna cook her?"
She jumps back, not realizing he was there "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry.." she says before her lips twitch, a fit of nervous laughter bubbling up. She covers her mouth but it takes a moment or two for it to subside. "I want to h-honor every part so the meat and organs can be cooked, the bones made into stock or used in different things.." she explains, her words rapidly pouring from her mouth as her hands move around animatedly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Alric observes this silently, the dwarf leaning on his cane a bit
Misha prays feverntly the entire time, her movements nervous.
The dwarf sighs and hobbles over. "Child...why do you do this?"
She nearly jumps out of her skin and begins to laugh nervously, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I am so very hungry."
*Oh yeah, brought back Alric btw*
"Dont apologize child, just...why kill a human?"
"Hungry.. Its all I can eat.." She tries to explain, her hand moving wildly
"You could eat a deer." he says softly
"I can't! I can't.." She mumbles.
"And why is that?" he says, gently touching her shoulder
She moves away before he can touch her "I throw up anything other than humanoid meat.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
Misha nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly darting backwards. Her lips twitch as she breaks into a fit of nervous laughter, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am hungry.." she says, her voice breaking around the edges.
"You don't have to apologize- at least, not to me." It responds, some of its roots extending towards the blood-soaked earth left around the corpse, draining the soil of any trace of moisture until it is cracked and dry.
She nervously twitches and packages the rest of the body. She turns towards them again and brushes her hair from her face, her hideous features now on display.
It doesn't react to her appearance in the slightest, though it does contort its crooked form to bend down to eye level with them, looking at them with its horrible 'flowers' of flesh and bone and metal, with those horrible spheres of annihilation at the center of each. "Who are you?"
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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)
She nods in understanding, walking forward a bit. "How'd you first learn of it?" She asks.
"It will be- I'm certain of that." She responds, smiling as well, leaning a bit against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't know. I've been so focused on getting everything ready with the wedding and the blood, I hadn't really thought of that. What about you? What do you want to do today?"
"Actually, one of my old friends before I learned I was a negator." He gets off the skateboard, giving them a chance to get on, ready to assist them whenever they may need it.
"I want to be with you, I've been recovering for so long, that I want to do whatever I can with you, no matter what that may be. I'm so sorry you've had to focus on all of this without my aid, and now that I'm here, I want to make it up somehow."
She very carefully stands up on the board, mostly focusing on just keeping her balance. She looks equal parts nervous and curious.
"It's alright- I wouldn't want to push you to help me when you're regaining your strength. Maybe we can work on the wedding invitations together?"
He holds out his feathered hands to help them keep their balance, his big black orbs he calls eyes smiling at them "You've got this Omori, I'll catch you if you fall."
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That sounds fun, lead the way, my love and I will not be far behind." He pulls out of the hug, leaving them with a kiss before letting them lead.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Hungry.. Its all I can eat.." She tries to explain, her hand moving wildly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You could eat a deer." he says softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She just asks for spell components on nearby shelves.
She sighs, leaning against them a bit, "You're right, I do. Maybe you can help."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I can't! I can't.." She mumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Knight, huh? Like a paladin?" He sets the helmet back down. "Being a good knight can be a lot of things. I like it when they're cool and rainy, so I can sleep better." He speaks with such nonchalance that it takes a moment to realize that he made a pun and wasn't just saying something random.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(HI wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"You don't have to apologize- at least, not to me." It responds, some of its roots extending towards the blood-soaked earth left around the corpse, draining the soil of any trace of moisture until it is cracked and dry.
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)
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character you want to interact with him? Maybe we could have Felix & Helianth as well?*
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 nervously twitches and packages the rest of the body. She turns towards them again and brushes her hair from her face, her hideous features now on display.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He cant help but crack a genuine smile at the pun they made, ringing out all the blood from the mop as he laughs, "A paladin? Far from my faith, I carry no oath other than to do what is right, and nothing more than that. It is difficult to uphold at times, but I've managed decently enough."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Doesn't matter." He says suddenly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Not her place to forgive you. I'd say you should pray about that." He moves closer, stepping in the blood. "How are you gonna cook her?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anybody else wanna rp while I've still got the time?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She very carefully stands up on the board, mostly focusing on just keeping her balance. She looks equal parts nervous and curious.
"It's alright- I wouldn't want to push you to help me when you're regaining your strength. Maybe we can work on the wedding invitations together?"
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)
He grabs them for her.
"How so?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And why is that?" he says, gently touching her shoulder
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She jumps back, not realizing he was there "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry.." she says before her lips twitch, a fit of nervous laughter bubbling up. She covers her mouth but it takes a moment or two for it to subside. "I want to h-honor every part so the meat and organs can be cooked, the bones made into stock or used in different things.." she explains, her words rapidly pouring from her mouth as her hands move around animatedly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She moves away before he can touch her "I throw up anything other than humanoid meat.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It doesn't react to her appearance in the slightest, though it does contort its crooked form to bend down to eye level with them, looking at them with its horrible 'flowers' of flesh and bone and metal, with those horrible spheres of annihilation at the center of each. "Who are you?"
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)
He holds out his feathered hands to help them keep their balance, his big black orbs he calls eyes smiling at them "You've got this Omori, I'll catch you if you fall."
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That sounds fun, lead the way, my love and I will not be far behind." He pulls out of the hug, leaving them with a kiss before letting them lead.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He sighs. "Is it like a curse?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.