Drilin is asking Stigmata about how they know who he is
"Because you had a big impact on this town. I may not have been there for it, but those feelings, especially the negative ones, still exist, and I used some of them to make my body."
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
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Stigmata is in the town square, curled up against a wall and weeping as people give him a wide berth.
Porter is filing paperwork at the tavern. He's filed the exact same paperwork every day at the same time.
Angel appears, cloaked in earthy toned clothes. He kneels down beside them and tilts his head "Are you alright?.."
Thorne, who had just finished interviewing Misha in the tavern, has deemed her a reasonable suspect. Misha is sitting in the library, slightly panicking.
"Because you had a big impact on this town. I may not have been there for it, but those feelings, especially the negative ones, still exist, and I used some of them to make my body."
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
"Because you had a big impact on this town. I may not have been there for it, but those feelings, especially the negative ones, still exist, and I used some of them to make my body."
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
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He moves his hair to reveal his own warm smile, before standing up, “I should get going, hope to see you around, dear Yuki.” He walks off, playing his bango.
He lets them sleep, to excited to sleep himself, and so he sits, thinking about what the wedding will be like.
He takes his own hourglass, looking at it closely, before thinking of something. He places it softly on the table before closing his eyes, his hair turning black as his personality shifts to his other, before flickering back “The being that brought me back gave it to me as a gift. I don’t know why.”
*Gtg soon.*
(Double good end. I figured. :3)
She doesn't notice the shift, trading the hourglasses back. "Sounds like Father Time again.. His spirit comes up every so often, playing tricks on the world. Sounds like death doesn't cure being senile.
*Your turn to pick if you want anyone else.*
He takes his own hourglass back, putting it away before looking back up at them “A possibility, I did never learn the name or the true appearance of the being that gave me this gift. A wonder it must be to be a god.”
Stigmata is in the town square, curled up against a wall and weeping as people give him a wide berth.
Porter is filing paperwork at the tavern. He's filed the exact same paperwork every day at the same time.
Angel appears, cloaked in earthy toned clothes. He kneels down beside them and tilts his head "Are you alright?.."
Thorne, who had just finished interviewing Misha in the tavern, has deemed her a reasonable suspect. Misha is sitting in the library, slightly panicking.
He reaches out his arms and telekinetically pulls Angel into a hug, sobbing bitterly into his shoulder. There are several gunshots and screaming, but no one seems to hear them, or they don't care enough to even flinch. Stigmata, however, winces with every noise. Angel can see echoes of hundreds of murders and abuses and horrors of all sorts being committed here, preserved in time from up to hundreds of years past.
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
'What ya got?'
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
"Of course not! Most thoughts of you are pretty heroic. Well, maybe I'm evil. I don't know exactly. I haven't had the time to do something really bad, so I don't know if I even could do that."
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
'What ya got?'
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
'Hah, sweet. Looks just like home. Don't see the need to clean it though, but ya did a great job!'
Drilin curls up on the couch
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
'What ya got?'
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
'Hah, sweet. Looks just like home. Don't see the need to clean it though, but ya did a great job!'
Drilin curls up on the couch
She hops down into the sewer after them, sitting on one of the chairs nearby to the couch, “Eh, I didn’t clean up too much, still smells like home!”
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
"Of course not! Most thoughts of you are pretty heroic. Well, maybe I'm evil. I don't know exactly. I haven't had the time to do something really bad, so I don't know if I even could do that."
'That's good, I guess. Ya talking to me, and not trying to kill me, so ya off to a good start if ya don't wanna be evil'
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'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Angel appears, cloaked in earthy toned clothes. He kneels down beside them and tilts his head "Are you alright?.."
Thorne, who had just finished interviewing Misha in the tavern, has deemed her a reasonable suspect. Misha is sitting in the library, slightly panicking.
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 shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Hello Salem, I’ve missed you Salem.*
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Your turn to pick if you want anyone else.*
He takes his own hourglass back, putting it away before looking back up at them “A possibility, I did never learn the name or the true appearance of the being that gave me this gift. A wonder it must be to be a god.”
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
He reaches out his arms and telekinetically pulls Angel into a hug, sobbing bitterly into his shoulder. There are several gunshots and screaming, but no one seems to hear them, or they don't care enough to even flinch. Stigmata, however, winces with every noise. Angel can see echoes of hundreds of murders and abuses and horrors of all sorts being committed here, preserved in time from up to hundreds of years past.
Porter looks up at Thorne. "How is she?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'What ya got?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
"Of course not! Most thoughts of you are pretty heroic. Well, maybe I'm evil. I don't know exactly. I haven't had the time to do something really bad, so I don't know if I even could do that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hah, sweet. Looks just like home. Don't see the need to clean it though, but ya did a great job!'
Drilin curls up on the couch
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She hops down into the sewer after them, sitting on one of the chairs nearby to the couch, “Eh, I didn’t clean up too much, still smells like home!”
'That's good, I guess. Ya talking to me, and not trying to kill me, so ya off to a good start if ya don't wanna be evil'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.