Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
William comes back after a moment and smiles "Good isn't it? My mother used to make it for me."
"Hm? Ah yes.. I am overly emotional you see, even I am amazed with what I have created some days. I listen to everyone and how they love and I am so proud of you all." She says and laughs lightly "I love you all so much."
"It's incredible. Really, if anything I wish I could hire you myself."
He pushes the barrel into the hole and begins to bury it. "Your work laid an incredible foundation and set a precedent. It was only reasonable, only respectful, to try and improve upon what you built. It was difficult, but we managed to find small changes that made massive improvements. Those that live in the deep have made such strange and unique adaptations that it astounds me."
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
William comes back after a moment and smiles "Good isn't it? My mother used to make it for me."
"Hm? Ah yes.. I am overly emotional you see, even I am amazed with what I have created some days. I listen to everyone and how they love and I am so proud of you all." She says and laughs lightly "I love you all so much."
"It's incredible. Really, if anything I wish I could hire you myself."
He pushes the barrel into the hole and begins to bury it. "Your work laid an incredible foundation and set a precedent. It was only reasonable, only respectful, to try and improve upon what you built. It was difficult, but we managed to find small changes that made massive improvements. Those that live in the deep have made such strange and powerful adaptations that it astounds me."
He chuckles and clasps his hands behind his back "Forgive me if I preen under your compliment, it is a high honor hearing that you of all people." He says and smiles "Better not stoke my pride further or perhaps I will take you up on that offer." He teases.
"I suppose.." she wipes her eyes again, unable to control the tears that continue to stream down her ebony cheeks. "Is there anything I can do to help you in this time?"
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
"No, I don't eat or drink. My celestial body can't handle matter like that unfortunately." She smiled "Quite sorry."
"It's incredible. Really, if anything I wish I could hire you myself."
He pushes the barrel into the hole and begins to bury it. "Your work laid an incredible foundation and set a precedent. It was only reasonable, only respectful, to try and improve upon what you built. It was difficult, but we managed to find small changes that made massive improvements. Those that live in the deep have made such strange and powerful adaptations that it astounds me."
He chuckles and clasps his hands behind his back "Forgive me if I preen under your compliment, it is a high honor hearing that you of all people." He says and smiles "Better not stoke my pride further or perhaps I will take you up on that offer." He teases.
"I suppose.." she wipes her eyes again, unable to control the tears that continue to stream down her ebony cheeks. "Is there anything I can do to help you in this time?"
He shakes his head. "The Red Plate would die without you. Of that I am certain."
He thinks for a minute, his long fingers twitching. "Have you ever cooked something before? I know celestials don't typically eat, but cooking is as much of an art as painting or sculpture."
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
"No, I don't eat or drink. My celestial body can't handle matter like that unfortunately." She smiled "Quite sorry."
"Well that's unfortunate now isn't it." Damian finished his glass of lemonade "So what's your story if you don't mind me asking?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"It's incredible. Really, if anything I wish I could hire you myself."
He pushes the barrel into the hole and begins to bury it. "Your work laid an incredible foundation and set a precedent. It was only reasonable, only respectful, to try and improve upon what you built. It was difficult, but we managed to find small changes that made massive improvements. Those that live in the deep have made such strange and powerful adaptations that it astounds me."
He chuckles and clasps his hands behind his back "Forgive me if I preen under your compliment, it is a high honor hearing that you of all people." He says and smiles "Better not stoke my pride further or perhaps I will take you up on that offer." He teases.
"I suppose.." she wipes her eyes again, unable to control the tears that continue to stream down her ebony cheeks. "Is there anything I can do to help you in this time?"
He shakes his head. "The Red Plate would die without you. Of that I am certain."
He thinks for a minute, his long fingers twitching. "Have you ever cooked something before? I know celestials don't typically eat, but cooking is as much of an art as painting or sculpture."
"That, I know. And by all means, I don't want that to happen." He said and chuckled "I have a mission and I would like to continue it for as long as I live and breathe." He stares at nothing, a look of fondness sparkling in his amber eyes before looking back up "How are you feeling today? I should've asked that first."
"No unfortunately.. I cannot eat or drink, my body rejects it horribly. One of the draw backs.." she said, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
"No, I don't eat or drink. My celestial body can't handle matter like that unfortunately." She smiled "Quite sorry."
"Well that's unfortunate now isn't it." Damian finished his glass of lemonade "So what's your story if you don't mind me asking?"
"My story?.." she thinks "There isn't much.. I was born from nothingness."
He shakes his head. "The Red Plate would die without you. Of that I am certain."
He thinks for a minute, his long fingers twitching. "Have you ever cooked something before? I know celestials don't typically eat, but cooking is as much of an art as painting or sculpture."
"That, I know. And by all means, I don't want that to happen." He said and chuckled "I have a mission and I would like to continue it for as long as I live and breathe." He stares at nothing, a look of fondness sparkling in his amber eyes before looking back up "How are you feeling today? I should've asked that first."
"No unfortunately.. I cannot eat or drink, my body rejects it horribly. One of the draw backs.." she said, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
"Bosses are fighting again, so I can take the day off. If you ever have a break, I'd like to show you some of my cooking. I don't use your secret ingredient, but I do have a lot of experience and some rare ingredients."
He continues thinking. "I was planning on making a stew... You are a being of Plenty. I am a creature of hunger and Famine. Surely we could work together on something?"
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
"No, I don't eat or drink. My celestial body can't handle matter like that unfortunately." She smiled "Quite sorry."
"Well that's unfortunate now isn't it." Damian finished his glass of lemonade "So what's your story if you don't mind me asking?"
"My story?.." she thinks "There isn't much.. I was born from nothingness."
"Well I know there's more to you then just that. Yes you were born from the void but what have you done, what choices have you made, what kind of a life have you lived if you can call it that." Damian filled up another glass of lemonade "Everyone has a story, even the gods above and if you don't have a personal story(which I doubt) I know you've seen some interesting things." *Religion check if you need it 21*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He shakes his head. "The Red Plate would die without you. Of that I am certain."
He thinks for a minute, his long fingers twitching. "Have you ever cooked something before? I know celestials don't typically eat, but cooking is as much of an art as painting or sculpture."
"That, I know. And by all means, I don't want that to happen." He said and chuckled "I have a mission and I would like to continue it for as long as I live and breathe." He stares at nothing, a look of fondness sparkling in his amber eyes before looking back up "How are you feeling today? I should've asked that first."
"No unfortunately.. I cannot eat or drink, my body rejects it horribly. One of the draw backs.." she said, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
"Bosses are fighting again, so I can take the day off. If you ever have a break, I'd like to show you some of my cooking. I don't use your secret ingredient, but I do have a lot of experience and some rare ingredients."
He continues thinking. "I was planning on making a stew... You are a being of Plenty. I am a creature of hunger and Famine. Surely we could work together on something?"
"I don't open the restaurant on Sundays. You could come in then." He said and smiled brightly.
"I could grow a small garden for you if you would like." She said and smiled brightly, warmly.
Damian walks back into the Inn bleed from a crushed arm but it doesn't seem to bother him as he sits down for a glass of fantasy lemonade. A smile dancing upon his face as he does so.
Morgana looks over, worried.
Damian glaces back at Morgana and laughs "Oh don't get too worried now, I wont be a drunken mess till later. I promise I won't mess with the "flow of life" or whatever while I'm in the area."
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
"No, I don't eat or drink. My celestial body can't handle matter like that unfortunately." She smiled "Quite sorry."
"Well that's unfortunate now isn't it." Damian finished his glass of lemonade "So what's your story if you don't mind me asking?"
"My story?.." she thinks "There isn't much.. I was born from nothingness."
"Well I know there's more to you then just that. Yes you were born from the void but what have you done, what choices have you made, what kind of a life have you lived if you can call it that." Damian filled up another glass of lemonade "Everyone has a story, even the gods above and if you don't have a personal story(which I doubt) I know you've seen some interesting things." *Religion check if you need it 20*
She walks over and casts Regeneration on him, healing the bones and rendering his arm while again. "How did this happen?"
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
Damian begins to roll his shoulder "Doing a favor for someone who I met in this very Inn, They were dead and I felt like avenging a friend."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She sighs and nods, standing up. "Do not put yourself in harm please.." she asked gently.
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
"It's incredible. Really, if anything I wish I could hire you myself."
He pushes the barrel into the hole and begins to bury it. "Your work laid an incredible foundation and set a precedent. It was only reasonable, only respectful, to try and improve upon what you built. It was difficult, but we managed to find small changes that made massive improvements. Those that live in the deep have made such strange and unique adaptations that it astounds me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sorry but when a friend asks for help I got too, and I think you can appreciate that." Damian turns to the bar "Speaking of which would you like something to eat or drink?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He chuckles and clasps his hands behind his back "Forgive me if I preen under your compliment, it is a high honor hearing that you of all people." He says and smiles "Better not stoke my pride further or perhaps I will take you up on that offer." He teases.
"I suppose.." she wipes her eyes again, unable to control the tears that continue to stream down her ebony cheeks. "Is there anything I can do to help you in this time?"
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
"No, I don't eat or drink. My celestial body can't handle matter like that unfortunately." She smiled "Quite sorry."
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. "The Red Plate would die without you. Of that I am certain."
He thinks for a minute, his long fingers twitching. "Have you ever cooked something before? I know celestials don't typically eat, but cooking is as much of an art as painting or sculpture."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well that's unfortunate now isn't it." Damian finished his glass of lemonade "So what's your story if you don't mind me asking?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"That, I know. And by all means, I don't want that to happen." He said and chuckled "I have a mission and I would like to continue it for as long as I live and breathe." He stares at nothing, a look of fondness sparkling in his amber eyes before looking back up "How are you feeling today? I should've asked that first."
"No unfortunately.. I cannot eat or drink, my body rejects it horribly. One of the draw backs.." she said, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
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
"My story?.." she thinks "There isn't much.. I was born from nothingness."
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
"Bosses are fighting again, so I can take the day off. If you ever have a break, I'd like to show you some of my cooking. I don't use your secret ingredient, but I do have a lot of experience and some rare ingredients."
He continues thinking. "I was planning on making a stew... You are a being of Plenty. I am a creature of hunger and Famine. Surely we could work together on something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well I know there's more to you then just that. Yes you were born from the void but what have you done, what choices have you made, what kind of a life have you lived if you can call it that." Damian filled up another glass of lemonade "Everyone has a story, even the gods above and if you don't have a personal story(which I doubt) I know you've seen some interesting things." *Religion check if you need it 21*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"I don't open the restaurant on Sundays. You could come in then." He said and smiled brightly.
"I could grow a small garden for you if you would like." She said and smiled brightly, warmly.
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
"Hm.." she thinks
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 have been gone for son long it died a horrible way. :(*
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
*HELLO*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(Tackles and hugs)*
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
*ribs are shattered by the force of the tackle*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*:0*
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