"I don't. Everyone seems... awful. Everywhere. They act nice, but if they saw me bleeding in a ditch they would walk past. Most of the 'best' ones would just walk faster or tell someone else to help."
'Well yeah, people are people. I try not to be like people, but then again, they're not all bad. I refuse to believe that. And certainly not irredeemable'
"...Maybe. Maybe you're right. But it's scary. So many of them, and all of them are afraid and angry and confused. No one has everything put together. No one is willing to help each other, either. They just want to sit at home and do nothing while the world burns down around them."
"I don't. Everyone seems... awful. Everywhere. They act nice, but if they saw me bleeding in a ditch they would walk past. Most of the 'best' ones would just walk faster or tell someone else to help."
'Well yeah, people are people. I try not to be like people, but then again, they're not all bad. I refuse to believe that. And certainly not irredeemable'
"...Maybe. Maybe you're right. But it's scary. So many of them, and all of them are afraid and angry and confused. No one has everything put together. No one is willing to help each other, either. They just want to sit at home and do nothing while the world burns down around them."
'Ya right there. But if we give up on them, then that's no different to sitting at home on our own butts. Yeah, some people suck, and maybe it's our job to be better than that. And maybe make it not look so impossible to be half-decent these days'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
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?"
Angel closes their eyes, taking it in. "Not so different from what I hear.." he mumurs and gently holds them. He picks them up and unfolds his wings, shrouding them from the eye of those who watch. He walks out of town, straight to a simple maple tree that is nearly as tall as someone like Rag or Samaritan. He scales it, somehow still holding on to them as he climbs. When he reaches the top, before them both is a wrap around tree house. He opens the door as not to disturb Stigmata and walks inside. The inside is actually very well furnished, with a cozy little living room connected to a kitchen. The inside seems warped in a way, much bigger on the inside than the outside.
Thorne looks up from his book on the practice's of morticians, closing it and setting it aside "Not well, I am afraid. If she is the suspect to the killing then we are looking at a long sentence at the Outpost which is where the Thane Foundation keeps those deemed mentally unwell or dangerous." He offered, tapping his fingers against the desk.
Stigmata does not resist in the slightest. He seems... broken. Not used to this level of stimulation, to feeling this kind of pain. He seems to get calmer the farther they get from the town. He lays his head against Angel's shoulder.
He sets his pen down. "If she's just a suspect? Surely you misspoke somewhere."
"...Maybe. Maybe you're right. But it's scary. So many of them, and all of them are afraid and angry and confused. No one has everything put together. No one is willing to help each other, either. They just want to sit at home and do nothing while the world burns down around them."
'Ya right there. But if we give up on them, then that's no different to sitting at home on our own butts. Yeah, some people suck, and maybe it's our job to be better than that. And maybe make it not look so impossible to be half-decent these days'
"...Maybe. Maybe you're right. But it's scary. So many of them, and all of them are afraid and angry and confused. No one has everything put together. No one is willing to help each other, either. They just want to sit at home and do nothing while the world burns down around them."
'Ya right there. But if we give up on them, then that's no different to sitting at home on our own butts. Yeah, some people suck, and maybe it's our job to be better than that. And maybe make it not look so impossible to be half-decent these days'
"That's... smart." He admits. "I like that."
'I been wandering for a long time, had a lot of time to think. Maybe too much. Ya staying at this place long?'
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She hears whirring of Xavier's arm as it grabs her shoulder gently. "You look ravishing, dear."
She checks a few other hourglasses, frowning. "Oh, she's going to die soon."
He moves over to sit next to him, though making sure not to wake them up.
Shivers run down her spine at the simple sound of their voice, her neck twisting to look at them, "Oh, my beloved. I would have to say the same for you."
He looks over to them as he wraps a wound that seems to be leaking pure darkness "Who is she?"
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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.'
"Wonderful to see you, dear." he comes around the side of the chair and sits in her lap
"This one.. Not Saphuno.. No, this is.. Reese."
He puts a soft but cold hand to the side of their face, muttering some loving words.
Her head twists back into place as her arms wrap around Xavier, leaning against them a bit, "You as well. Xavier? Have you considered getting married?"
He leans against the table, looking at the hourglasses "Tell me, does the hourglass represent their current lifespan or their total lifespan?"
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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.'
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?"
Angel closes their eyes, taking it in. "Not so different from what I hear.." he mumurs and gently holds them. He picks them up and unfolds his wings, shrouding them from the eye of those who watch. He walks out of town, straight to a simple maple tree that is nearly as tall as someone like Rag or Samaritan. He scales it, somehow still holding on to them as he climbs. When he reaches the top, before them both is a wrap around tree house. He opens the door as not to disturb Stigmata and walks inside. The inside is actually very well furnished, with a cozy little living room connected to a kitchen. The inside seems warped in a way, much bigger on the inside than the outside.
Thorne looks up from his book on the practice's of morticians, closing it and setting it aside "Not well, I am afraid. If she is the suspect to the killing then we are looking at a long sentence at the Outpost which is where the Thane Foundation keeps those deemed mentally unwell or dangerous." He offered, tapping his fingers against the desk.
Stigmata does not resist in the slightest. He seems... broken. Not used to this level of stimulation, to feeling this kind of pain. He seems to get calmer the farther they get from the town. He lays his head against Angel's shoulder.
He sets his pen down. "If she's just a suspect? Surely you misspoke somewhere."
Angel sets them on the couch facing a fireplace. He walks over to the kitchen and retrieves a kettle, bring it to the fireplace and hanging it on a hook. They sit down beside them and take their hands in their taloned ones "Take some deep breaths for me please."
"She is one of our top suspects actually. No alibi, same pattern to her cuts of meat as the body." He lists off.
"Wonderful to see you, dear." he comes around the side of the chair and sits in her lap
"This one.. Not Saphuno.. No, this is.. Reese."
He puts a soft but cold hand to the side of their face, muttering some loving words.
Her head twists back into place as her arms wrap around Xavier, leaning against them a bit, "You as well. Xavier? Have you considered getting married?"
He leans against the table, looking at the hourglasses "Tell me, does the hourglass represent their current lifespan or their total lifespan?"
He stirs a bit, his tongue sticking out. His ears twitch
"Constantly, though I don't know how i'd be my own husband. I know why though. Oh, but you meant to you. Yes, why?"
"This portion." he shows him the hourglass of a young childs. the part with more sand in it has blue sand. "is how much they've got left to live. The red is how much has passed."
He rubs the back of their ears, soft enough to hold fully not wake them up, wondering what they are dreaming about.
"I know you're intelligent enough to find a way." She says with a soft laugh, "I just have been recently, and the thought only grows in my mind the more time I spend with you, I do think both Ambrosia and I want to marry you soon."
He nods, pulling back as he continues to wrap the wound, though the flow never seems to stop "Strange, what if someone were to be brought back to life? Like I was?"
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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.'
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
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*thanks! I look forward to future rp!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"...Maybe. Maybe you're right. But it's scary. So many of them, and all of them are afraid and angry and confused. No one has everything put together. No one is willing to help each other, either. They just want to sit at home and do nothing while the world burns down around them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*As do I, my friend.*
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.)
'Ya right there. But if we give up on them, then that's no different to sitting at home on our own butts. Yeah, some people suck, and maybe it's our job to be better than that. And maybe make it not look so impossible to be half-decent these days'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Stigmata does not resist in the slightest. He seems... broken. Not used to this level of stimulation, to feeling this kind of pain. He seems to get calmer the farther they get from the town. He lays his head against Angel's shoulder.
He sets his pen down. "If she's just a suspect? Surely you misspoke somewhere."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That's... smart." He admits. "I like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I been wandering for a long time, had a lot of time to think. Maybe too much. Ya staying at this place long?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I think so. It's a nice place. Lots of fun things to do, demons to eat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Fair. Nobody gonna miss a couple demons. Can't say I'm a fan of them myself'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*IN 5 DAYS GOD IS COMING*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He moves over to sit next to him, though making sure not to wake them up.
Shivers run down her spine at the simple sound of their voice, her neck twisting to look at them, "Oh, my beloved. I would have to say the same for you."
He looks over to them as he wraps a wound that seems to be leaking pure darkness "Who is she?"
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'll take your word with a grain of salt. Hey Jobah.*
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.)
*gtg sleep*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He puts a soft but cold hand to the side of their face, muttering some loving words.
Her head twists back into place as her arms wrap around Xavier, leaning against them a bit, "You as well. Xavier? Have you considered getting married?"
He leans against the table, looking at the hourglasses "Tell me, does the hourglass represent their current lifespan or their total lifespan?"
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.)
Angel sets them on the couch facing a fireplace. He walks over to the kitchen and retrieves a kettle, bring it to the fireplace and hanging it on a hook. They sit down beside them and take their hands in their taloned ones "Take some deep breaths for me please."
"She is one of our top suspects actually. No alibi, same pattern to her cuts of meat as the body." He lists off.
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 rubs the back of their ears, soft enough to hold fully not wake them up, wondering what they are dreaming about.
"I know you're intelligent enough to find a way." She says with a soft laugh, "I just have been recently, and the thought only grows in my mind the more time I spend with you, I do think both Ambrosia and I want to marry you soon."
He nods, pulling back as he continues to wrap the wound, though the flow never seems to stop "Strange, what if someone were to be brought back to life? Like I was?"
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.)
(hi Wendo)
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