*I'm doing fine. I'm hungry, but we have a lot of food and I just need to get up and get some. I am absolutely blessed to have this life and to have you guys.*
*I would love to, and since I apparently have no school today, I’ve got the time. Who would you like? If anyone.*
*Uhhh Merabelle, Eithan.*
*Of course, here you go, dear Wendi.*
Merabelle is sitting in the forest, trying to connect to nature, but the dark magic still inhabiting her body makes it difficult, her veins burning as she attempts to meditate.
Eithan is sitting on a rock in the forest, far secluded as he attempts to apply medication to some kind of wound leaking dark matter, spreading sickness across his body ever slowly.
Samaritan appears beside her "Merabelle, I have come to check up on your wounds." he said, fixing his jacket.
Misha is out, setting up rabbit slips. She watches him for a moment.
*Of course I do, who do you want? If anyone in particular? Also, you like so much good music.*
*Hmmm... could I get Eithan and one character of your choice, possibly Rag?*
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Eithan walks over to them, noticing their injuries and quickly assessing the situation. A feeling of calm washes over Porter he Eithan puts his armored hands onto them, putting them there, as silver light covers them. He heals 44
The sound of distant rumbling can be heard nearby as Rag lands in the ground. He walks over to where they are, reaching into his pocket as he clears the tree shards. He digs a small hole and puts a sapling into it, before looking up to them.
Isaac is using a damp rag to clean off his metal bird
Gravedigger is in a clearing holding a small glass sphere. A hologram of a map is being projected out of the sphere
Xan appears behind him, grinning. He brushes his golden hair from his eyes and tilts his head "Hi there."
Misha is out in the woods, setting up slips for rabbits.
Isaac smiles at him "how are you doing?"
Gravedigger dismisses the map when he sees her "hello there"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm doing fine. I'm hungry, but we have a lot of food and I just need to get up and get some. I am absolutely blessed to have this life and to have you guys.*
(I'm waiting on breakfast myself)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I would love to, and since I apparently have no school today, I’ve got the time. Who would you like? If anyone.*
*Uhhh Merabelle, Eithan.*
*Of course, here you go, dear Wendi.*
Merabelle is sitting in the forest, trying to connect to nature, but the dark magic still inhabiting her body makes it difficult, her veins burning as she attempts to meditate.
Eithan is sitting on a rock in the forest, far secluded as he attempts to apply medication to some kind of wound leaking dark matter, spreading sickness across his body ever slowly.
Samaritan appears beside her "Merabelle, I have come to check up on your wounds." he said, fixing his jacket.
Misha is out, setting up rabbit slips. She watches him for a moment.
She quickly covers her arms, the black veins on them becoming hide as she looks up, “Oh hey there, Samaritan! Didn’t see ya there.”
He doesn’t notice them himself, his silver all around him flashing black seemingly as a side effect of the wound being exposed, as if his armor is some kind of seal.
*I would love to, and since I apparently have no school today, I’ve got the time. Who would you like? If anyone.*
*Uhhh Merabelle, Eithan.*
*Of course, here you go, dear Wendi.*
Merabelle is sitting in the forest, trying to connect to nature, but the dark magic still inhabiting her body makes it difficult, her veins burning as she attempts to meditate.
Eithan is sitting on a rock in the forest, far secluded as he attempts to apply medication to some kind of wound leaking dark matter, spreading sickness across his body ever slowly.
Samaritan appears beside her "Merabelle, I have come to check up on your wounds." he said, fixing his jacket.
Misha is out, setting up rabbit slips. She watches him for a moment.
She quickly covers her arms, the black veins on them becoming hide as she looks up, “Oh hey there, Samaritan! Didn’t see ya there.”
He doesn’t notice them himself, his silver all around him flashing black seemingly as a side effect of the wound being exposed, as if his armor is some kind of seal.
He narrows his eyes, exhaling smoke from behind his mask 'And what was that eh?"
Isaac is using a damp rag to clean off his metal bird
Gravedigger is in a clearing holding a small glass sphere. A hologram of a map is being projected out of the sphere
Xan appears behind him, grinning. He brushes his golden hair from his eyes and tilts his head "Hi there."
Misha is out in the woods, setting up slips for rabbits.
Isaac smiles at him "how are you doing?"
Gravedigger dismisses the map when he sees her "hello there"
He shrugs "Im okay. You?"
She looks up, tilting her head "o-Oh sorry, i didnt mean to bother you."
"i'm doing well enough" the bird chirps at Xan
"it's fine, I was finishing up anyways"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hmmm... could I get Eithan and one character of your choice, possibly Rag?*
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Eithan walks over to them, noticing their injuries and quickly assessing the situation. A feeling of calm washes over Porter he Eithan puts his armored hands onto them, putting them there, as silver light covers them. He heals 46
The sound of distant rumbling can be heard nearby as Rag lands in the ground. He walks over to where they are, reaching into his pocket as he clears the tree shards. He digs a small hole and puts a sapling into it, before looking up to them.
The bones snap into place and the flesh closes up as he sighs. "Thanks man. Exorcism is hard. I mean, look at this guy." He gestures to Stigmata. "He's way out of my league, but I have to kill him because he's a Nightmare and he's here."
The eldritch being slowly turns his 'head' to Rag, splinters falling out of his hat and fluffy neck frill as he does so. He slowly enters a more casual pose, his limbs shaking as the foot-long spikes of wood fall out.
*I would love that! Wanna play with Stigmata, Porter, or both??*
*B o t h >:]*
*Awesome*
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Isaac is using a damp rag to clean off his metal bird
Gravedigger is in a clearing holding a small glass sphere. A hologram of a map is being projected out of the sphere
Xan appears behind him, grinning. He brushes his golden hair from his eyes and tilts his head "Hi there."
Misha is out in the woods, setting up slips for rabbits.
Isaac smiles at him "how are you doing?"
Gravedigger dismisses the map when he sees her "hello there"
He shrugs "Im okay. You?"
She looks up, tilting her head "o-Oh sorry, i didnt mean to bother you."
"i'm doing well enough" the bird chirps at Xan
"it's fine, I was finishing up anyways"
Xan tries to mimic the noise but ends up laughing.
"Okay.." She shrugs and ties up another slip
"you were pretty close" Isaac is laughing as well
"what are those for?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hmmm... could I get Eithan and one character of your choice, possibly Rag?*
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Eithan walks over to them, noticing their injuries and quickly assessing the situation. A feeling of calm washes over Porter he Eithan puts his armored hands onto them, putting them there, as silver light covers them. He heals 46
The sound of distant rumbling can be heard nearby as Rag lands in the ground. He walks over to where they are, reaching into his pocket as he clears the tree shards. He digs a small hole and puts a sapling into it, before looking up to them.
The bones snap into place and the flesh closes up as he sighs. "Thanks man. Exorcism is hard. I mean, look at this guy." He gestures to Stigmata. "He's way out of my league, but I have to kill him because he's a Nightmare and he's here."
The eldritch being slowly turns his 'head' to Rag, splinters falling out of his hat and fluffy neck frill as he does so. He slowly enters a more casual pose, his limbs shaking as the foot-long spikes of wood fall out.
Eithan sighs, looking back up to them "If he's out of your league then don't fight him. I have met harmless Nightmares, and despite the scene around me, he doesn't seem to want to harm anyone. If that were true, you would be dead." He says, speaking quite logically.
He looks to them, and then to the spikes, before chuckling and shaking his head. He sits down in front of them, crossing his legs and giving them a friendly smile, "Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Can you speak an understandable language?"
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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.'
*I would love that! Wanna play with Stigmata, Porter, or both??*
*B o t h >:]*
*Awesome*
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Misha, who was setting up rabbit slips, notices the lack of trees and looks towards him and the only surviving one. She tilts her head to the side, confused, before walking over. "Are you alright?" she asks, her brows furrowed in concern.
Angel watches for a moment, his wings folded around him like a cloak. They walk over, tapping a taloned-claw against them.
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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
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*I would love that! Wanna play with Stigmata, Porter, or both??*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan appears behind him, grinning. He brushes his golden hair from his eyes and tilts his head "Hi there."
Misha is out in the woods, setting up slips for rabbits.
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'm doing fine. I'm hungry, but we have a lot of food and I just need to get up and get some. I am absolutely blessed to have this life and to have you guys.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan appears beside her "Merabelle, I have come to check up on your wounds." he said, fixing his jacket.
Misha is out, setting up rabbit slips. She watches him for a moment.
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
*B o t h >:]*
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
Eithan walks over to them, noticing their injuries and quickly assessing the situation. A feeling of calm washes over Porter he Eithan puts his armored hands onto them, putting them there, as silver light covers them. He heals 44
The sound of distant rumbling can be heard nearby as Rag lands in the ground. He walks over to where they are, reaching into his pocket as he clears the tree shards. He digs a small hole and puts a sapling into it, before looking up to them.
Isaac smiles at him "how are you doing?"
Gravedigger dismisses the map when he sees her "hello there"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
(I'm waiting on breakfast myself)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He shrugs "Im okay. You?"
She looks up, tilting her head "o-Oh sorry, i didnt mean to bother you."
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 quickly covers her arms, the black veins on them becoming hide as she looks up, “Oh hey there, Samaritan! Didn’t see ya there.”
He doesn’t notice them himself, his silver all around him flashing black seemingly as a side effect of the wound being exposed, as if his armor is some kind of seal.
He narrows his eyes, exhaling smoke from behind his mask 'And what was that eh?"
Curious, she stalks a little closer.
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'm doing well enough" the bird chirps at Xan
"it's fine, I was finishing up anyways"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Xan tries to mimic the noise but ends up laughing.
"Okay.." She shrugs and ties up another slip
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 laughs nervously, smiling brightly "It ain't nothin' ya should worry 'bout, how's the weddin' preparations goin'?"
He wraps the wound, stanching the flow for even just a moment before beginning to put his plate back on, his soothing aura returning.
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.)
The bones snap into place and the flesh closes up as he sighs. "Thanks man. Exorcism is hard. I mean, look at this guy." He gestures to Stigmata. "He's way out of my league, but I have to kill him because he's a Nightmare and he's here."
The eldritch being slowly turns his 'head' to Rag, splinters falling out of his hat and fluffy neck frill as he does so. He slowly enters a more casual pose, his limbs shaking as the foot-long spikes of wood fall out.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Awesome*
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He folds his arms "Don't be changin' the subject." He tilts his head, "Whats that about?" he gestures to her arms.
She hides behind the tree again, standing completely still.
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 were pretty close" Isaac is laughing as well
"what are those for?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Eithan sighs, looking back up to them "If he's out of your league then don't fight him. I have met harmless Nightmares, and despite the scene around me, he doesn't seem to want to harm anyone. If that were true, you would be dead." He says, speaking quite logically.
He looks to them, and then to the spikes, before chuckling and shaking his head. He sits down in front of them, crossing his legs and giving them a friendly smile, "Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Can you speak an understandable language?"
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.)
Misha, who was setting up rabbit slips, notices the lack of trees and looks towards him and the only surviving one. She tilts her head to the side, confused, before walking over. "Are you alright?" she asks, her brows furrowed in concern.
Angel watches for a moment, his wings folded around him like a cloak. They walk over, tapping a taloned-claw against them.
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