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Meroving to Lore: Feel free to talk to Raphael, when they return. I could also try to resurrect them, if you want, but without the soul stone, I don't think it will be very successful

 Lore grumbled and rubs her temples 'your making my brain hurt Meroving..."

 (I can bring Raphael back for a bit, but their… soul won’t come back. I’m just trying to make you feel better)

 "HE IS DEAD. DO NOT MOCK MY PAIN BY BRINGING HIM BACK WHEN HE IS SURE TO BE GONE IN A DAY." She snarled, ice crackling on her skin.

 (… got it, sorry)

 She sighs and calms herself "I'm sorry.. I'm just mad, stressed, everything I suppose..."

*rp wedigo?*

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 "You really must be a god. But I don't give a damn anymore. If I had any heart left to care... I don't think I could live. A piece of my soul lives in every being that has one. I want to love everything and everyone, I really, really do. But I'm not strong like you. I'm angry. My hate reaches the skies, and thunders like a lion. I don't want to... but I'm running out of time and options. The mortals are already killing my love, and they'll kill themselves in the process. If I have to change them to save them, so be it."

 "I'm not a god, just an old man whose been around a very very long time." He said and sat back down on a rock. "I am here if you want to talk about what you've been through, I will listen. But I also ask you not to hurt them." He said and nodded slowly "I can't convince you, you've made that clear. But if you want someone you can spill you mind too, I'll be here."

 The Lord of Hate quietly stares at the ground.

"I'm sorry, but like you, I know sorry is a simple word that can't express how truly sorry I am. Words in any language don't begin to describe it. But I cannot stand idly by and let this agony continue."

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 "You really must be a god. But I don't give a damn anymore. If I had any heart left to care... I don't think I could live. A piece of my soul lives in every being that has one. I want to love everything and everyone, I really, really do. But I'm not strong like you. I'm angry. My hate reaches the skies, and thunders like a lion. I don't want to... but I'm running out of time and options. The mortals are already killing my love, and they'll kill themselves in the process. If I have to change them to save them, so be it."

 "I'm not a god, just an old man whose been around a very very long time." He said and sat back down on a rock. "I am here if you want to talk about what you've been through, I will listen. But I also ask you not to hurt them." He said and nodded slowly "I can't convince you, you've made that clear. But if you want someone you can spill you mind too, I'll be here."

 The Lord of Hate quietly stares at the ground.

"I'm sorry, but like you, I know sorry is a simple word that can't express how truly sorry I am. Words in any language don't begin to describe it. But I cannot stand idly by and let this agony continue."

 He nods "I do not know what to say other then I hope you will be willing to talk your anger out rather than inflict it upon someone else." He spoke quietly, coughing a bit at the end.

*Gotta go now. See y'all in Monday*

*Hunteros is doing his last scan of the hillside before he take his leave after 7 hours.*

*Nvm, guess who is alive again. Can't kill me God.*

Krist is sitting outside, watching the sky. He is standing quietly, hand on his cane, as his green eyes stare at the blueness of the beyond above him. He smiles slightly, somewhere deep into the beauty of it all. 

Khemut, Pakmon, and Sadeh are sitting outside as well. While Khemut and Pakmon are trying to decide what to do with the crook, Sadeh has set herself on her own little adventure to draw a cat, not just any cat, but a very well drawn cat. 

Kirin is cleaning out the barrel of his revolvers, humming an old western tune to himself as he does.

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*Nvm, guess who is alive again. Can't kill me God.*

Krist is sitting outside, watching the sky. He is standing quietly, hand on his cane, as his green eyes stare at the blueness of the beyond above him. He smiles slightly, somewhere deep into the beauty of it all. 

Khemut, Pakmon, and Sadeh are sitting outside as well. While Khemut and Pakmon are trying to decide what to do with the crook, Sadeh has set herself on her own little adventure to draw a cat, not just any cat, but a very well drawn cat. 

Kirin is cleaning out the barrel of his revolvers, humming an old western tune to himself as he does.

 I genuinly thought one of your characters was named pokemon for a second XDDDDD