"Okay, but be warned, my world is vacant and pointlessly cruel. It is devoid of hope or love, and even the gods abandoned it long ago. It was a mistake that it was born at all."
She eventually comes across Oswald's office. She can feel his faint, broken aura from the other side of the door. It hasn't changed a bit.
"A world is never a mistake. My friend, I hate my own people with all my heart but I know that every world has a place in time and space. Your's does, so does mine, even if we think it doesn't." He says, poking him in the chest and grinning.
She lays a hand on the handle, closing her eyes "May I come in or will be faced with iron?"
"If you really believe that... then this will be very, very interesting." His artificial eyes smile.
"I'm sentimental about very few things. Revenge is not one of those. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have shot you from a safe distance."
"Okay, but be warned, my world is vacant and pointlessly cruel. It is devoid of hope or love, and even the gods abandoned it long ago. It was a mistake that it was born at all."
She eventually comes across Oswald's office. She can feel his faint, broken aura from the other side of the door. It hasn't changed a bit.
"A world is never a mistake. My friend, I hate my own people with all my heart but I know that every world has a place in time and space. Your's does, so does mine, even if we think it doesn't." He says, poking him in the chest and grinning.
She lays a hand on the handle, closing her eyes "May I come in or will be faced with iron?"
"If you really believe that... then this will be very, very interesting." His artificial eyes smile.
"I'm sentimental about very few things. Revenge is not one of those. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have shot you from a safe distance."
"I'm an optimist, what can I say." He shrugs, smiling "I want to see how this goes."
She opens it and folds her arms "Of course, always the steel heart.." she comments walking over to look out the window.
"If you really believe that... then this will be very, very interesting." His artificial eyes smile.
"I'm sentimental about very few things. Revenge is not one of those. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have shot you from a safe distance."
"I'm an optimist, what can I say." He shrugs, smiling "I want to see how this goes."
She opens it and folds her arms "Of course, always the steel heart.." she comments walking over to look out the window.
"If it goes well, I will be forever in your debt. I may not be strong enough to shift realities, but I would do my best to help you in any way I can."
He's wearing the golden tie bar. The last thing she had touched before she left him. "It's hard to have a heart when you barely parse living, let alone surviving."
"If you really believe that... then this will be very, very interesting." His artificial eyes smile.
"I'm sentimental about very few things. Revenge is not one of those. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have shot you from a safe distance."
"I'm an optimist, what can I say." He shrugs, smiling "I want to see how this goes."
She opens it and folds her arms "Of course, always the steel heart.." she comments walking over to look out the window.
"If it goes well, I will be forever in your debt. I may not be strong enough to shift realities, but I would do my best to help you in any way I can."
He's wearing the golden tie bar. The last thing she had touched before she left him. "It's hard to have a heart when you barely parse living, let alone surviving."
He grins, thinking, before summoning a piece of paper. On it is a list of ingredients for a cake of sorts but the ingredients are from different realities. "Find these, bring them to me, and I'll get off your back."
She tilts her head, her expression still unreadable. From her mouth she utters a poem from something she remembered hearing long ago.
He grins, thinking, before summoning a piece of paper. On it is a list of ingredients for a cake of sorts but the ingredients are from different realities. "Find these, bring them to me, and I'll get off your back."
She tilts her head, her expression still unreadable. From her mouth she utters a poem from something she remembered hearing long ago.
"How can I love you, when my heart feels cold?
When every word you speak, a story untold
Of pain, of hurt, of wounds that fester deep.
Yet still, my heart for you does keep.
A paradox of love, a twisted fate,
Where passion burns, yet hatred does create.
A contradiction, a cosmic joke,
A love that's fragile, a heart that's broke.
I long to see you smile, to hear your laugh,
But every memory brings me to the aftermath.
Of shattered dreams, of promises unkept,
A love that's wounded, a heart that's wept.
So let me love you, in my twisted way,
A love that's painful, day by day.
A love that's flawed, a love that's wrong,
But still, it's yours, where it belongs."
He looks at it. "Oh! I actually have some of these!"
"Nice poem. Did you write it yourself, or did it just fit the best?" He waits a second, then sighs. "I guess it doesn't matter. I'll forgive, but I won't forget. We've both made mistakes, and we'd both do well not to repeat them."
He grins, thinking, before summoning a piece of paper. On it is a list of ingredients for a cake of sorts but the ingredients are from different realities. "Find these, bring them to me, and I'll get off your back."
She tilts her head, her expression still unreadable. From her mouth she utters a poem from something she remembered hearing long ago.
"How can I love you, when my heart feels cold?
When every word you speak, a story untold
Of pain, of hurt, of wounds that fester deep.
Yet still, my heart for you does keep.
A paradox of love, a twisted fate,
Where passion burns, yet hatred does create.
A contradiction, a cosmic joke,
A love that's fragile, a heart that's broke.
I long to see you smile, to hear your laugh,
But every memory brings me to the aftermath.
Of shattered dreams, of promises unkept,
A love that's wounded, a heart that's wept.
So let me love you, in my twisted way,
A love that's painful, day by day.
A love that's flawed, a love that's wrong,
But still, it's yours, where it belongs."
He looks at it. "Oh! I actually have some of these!"
"Nice poem. Did you write it yourself, or did it just fit the best?" He waits a second, then sighs. "I guess it doesn't matter. I'll forgive, but I won't forget. We've both made mistakes, and we'd both do well not to repeat them."
"Wonderful!" Donn says and snaps his fingers. A part of him tears off, turning into a black goat with the golden star on its forehead. He kisses it's forehead "This is one of my forms, he is very nice." He says and hands it him "Take him and he can help you if need be. Sniffs for truffles better than a pig and hunts better than a hound."
"Or I'll end up with a piece of iron in my side.." she mutters, closing her eyes.
He grins, thinking, before summoning a piece of paper. On it is a list of ingredients for a cake of sorts but the ingredients are from different realities. "Find these, bring them to me, and I'll get off your back."
She tilts her head, her expression still unreadable. From her mouth she utters a poem from something she remembered hearing long ago.
"How can I love you, when my heart feels cold?
When every word you speak, a story untold
Of pain, of hurt, of wounds that fester deep.
Yet still, my heart for you does keep.
A paradox of love, a twisted fate,
Where passion burns, yet hatred does create.
A contradiction, a cosmic joke,
A love that's fragile, a heart that's broke.
I long to see you smile, to hear your laugh,
But every memory brings me to the aftermath.
Of shattered dreams, of promises unkept,
A love that's wounded, a heart that's wept.
So let me love you, in my twisted way,
A love that's painful, day by day.
A love that's flawed, a love that's wrong,
But still, it's yours, where it belongs."
He looks at it. "Oh! I actually have some of these!"
"Nice poem. Did you write it yourself, or did it just fit the best?" He waits a second, then sighs. "I guess it doesn't matter. I'll forgive, but I won't forget. We've both made mistakes, and we'd both do well not to repeat them."
"Wonderful!" Donn says and snaps his fingers. A part of him tears off, turning into a black goat with the golden star on its forehead. He kisses it's forehead "This is one of my forms, he is very nice." He says and hands it him "Take him and he can help you if need be. Sniffs for truffles better than a pig and hunts better than a hound."
"Or I'll end up with a piece of iron in my side.." she mutters, closing her eyes.
Szeru pets the goat and nods.
"No. If this relationship matters to you, truly matters, then I will cast away my iron weaponry. Bullets, knives, everything."
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 grins, thinking, before summoning a piece of paper. On it is a list of ingredients for a cake of sorts but the ingredients are from different realities. "Find these, bring them to me, and I'll get off your back."
She tilts her head, her expression still unreadable. From her mouth she utters a poem from something she remembered hearing long ago.
"How can I love you, when my heart feels cold?
When every word you speak, a story untold
Of pain, of hurt, of wounds that fester deep.
Yet still, my heart for you does keep.
A paradox of love, a twisted fate,
Where passion burns, yet hatred does create.
A contradiction, a cosmic joke,
A love that's fragile, a heart that's broke.
I long to see you smile, to hear your laugh,
But every memory brings me to the aftermath.
Of shattered dreams, of promises unkept,
A love that's wounded, a heart that's wept.
So let me love you, in my twisted way,
A love that's painful, day by day.
A love that's flawed, a love that's wrong,
But still, it's yours, where it belongs."
He looks at it. "Oh! I actually have some of these!"
"Nice poem. Did you write it yourself, or did it just fit the best?" He waits a second, then sighs. "I guess it doesn't matter. I'll forgive, but I won't forget. We've both made mistakes, and we'd both do well not to repeat them."
"Wonderful!" Donn says and snaps his fingers. A part of him tears off, turning into a black goat with the golden star on its forehead. He kisses it's forehead "This is one of my forms, he is very nice." He says and hands it him "Take him and he can help you if need be. Sniffs for truffles better than a pig and hunts better than a hound."
"Or I'll end up with a piece of iron in my side.." she mutters, closing her eyes.
Szeru pets the goat and nods.
"No. If this relationship matters to you, truly matters, then I will cast away my iron weaponry. Bullets, knives, everything."
He nods and snaps his fingers "All is well now! I shall get right to it!"
She stares at him like he just slapped her and laughs lightly before it dissolves into full on madness "Am I just to believe that after all these years.. suddenly.. this is a joke, it has to be."
Yuri, despite being all powerful, is sulking like a child who didn't have their way.
Benimaru walks up to them, raises a hand, and slaps the top of their head hard enough just to hurt a bit “Stop acting so childish.”
Yuri turns around, her great axe forming in hand "HANDS. OFF."
He takes his hand, grabbing the axe and putting it down “You heard me the first time, stop being so childish.”
She snarls and he suddenly finds bones being wrapped around his form. She snaps her fingers and they bring him to his knees, colored like silver and the street of steel.
Yuri, despite being all powerful, is sulking like a child who didn't have their way.
Benimaru walks up to them, raises a hand, and slaps the top of their head hard enough just to hurt a bit “Stop acting so childish.”
Yuri turns around, her great axe forming in hand "HANDS. OFF."
He takes his hand, grabbing the axe and putting it down “You heard me the first time, stop being so childish.”
She snarls and he suddenly finds bones being wrapped around his form. She snaps her fingers and they bring him to his knees, colored like silver and the street of steel.
He shakes his head “Are we really going to handle things this way? I’d rather not have to.” His left eye begins to glow, and then the right, flames beginning to swirl around them, the bones beginning to burn from the heat alone.
"No. If this relationship matters to you, truly matters, then I will cast away my iron weaponry. Bullets, knives, everything."
He nods and snaps his fingers "All is well now! I shall get right to it!"
She stares at him like he just slapped her and laughs lightly before it dissolves into full on madness "Am I just to believe that after all these years.. suddenly.. this is a joke, it has to be."
Szeru heads off to find the ingredients.
"I'll have to switch to adamant and mithral. They're more expensive, but it would be worth it. I have the orders ready to be signed, if you care." His eyes betray no humor.
Yuri, despite being all powerful, is sulking like a child who didn't have their way.
Benimaru walks up to them, raises a hand, and slaps the top of their head hard enough just to hurt a bit “Stop acting so childish.”
Yuri turns around, her great axe forming in hand "HANDS. OFF."
He takes his hand, grabbing the axe and putting it down “You heard me the first time, stop being so childish.”
She snarls and he suddenly finds bones being wrapped around his form. She snaps her fingers and they bring him to his knees, colored like silver and the street of steel.
He shakes his head “Are we really going to handle things this way? I’d rather not have to.” His left eye begins to glow, and then the right, flames beginning to swirl around them, the bones beginning to burn from the heat alone.
She narrows her eyes, her skin becoming rocky and hard "You decided to touch me, against my consent. That is highest form of insult."
Yuri, despite being all powerful, is sulking like a child who didn't have their way.
Benimaru walks up to them, raises a hand, and slaps the top of their head hard enough just to hurt a bit “Stop acting so childish.”
Yuri turns around, her great axe forming in hand "HANDS. OFF."
He takes his hand, grabbing the axe and putting it down “You heard me the first time, stop being so childish.”
She snarls and he suddenly finds bones being wrapped around his form. She snaps her fingers and they bring him to his knees, colored like silver and the street of steel.
He shakes his head “Are we really going to handle things this way? I’d rather not have to.” His left eye begins to glow, and then the right, flames beginning to swirl around them, the bones beginning to burn from the heat alone.
She narrows her eyes, her skin becoming rocky and hard "You decided to touch me, against my consent. That is highest form of insult."
His eyes become even more tired “And you violated my ears with your sulking, now I’d prefer you let me go before I burn you.” The bones slowly begin to turn to ash, Benimaru calmly standing up.
"No. If this relationship matters to you, truly matters, then I will cast away my iron weaponry. Bullets, knives, everything."
He nods and snaps his fingers "All is well now! I shall get right to it!"
She stares at him like he just slapped her and laughs lightly before it dissolves into full on madness "Am I just to believe that after all these years.. suddenly.. this is a joke, it has to be."
Szeru heads off to find the ingredients.
"I'll have to switch to adamant and mithral. They're more expensive, but it would be worth it. I have the orders ready to be signed, if you care." His eyes betray no humor.
She stares at him "I feel like this is a joke, an illusion... But I'll play along I suppose, this small slice of happiness if it is that.." she mutters, looking away, her hands trembling as he grips the window sill, sitting on it and looking and own at everything"You can keep your weapons and such if you wish.. I don't wish to force you into something."
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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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"If you really believe that... then this will be very, very interesting." His artificial eyes smile.
"I'm sentimental about very few things. Revenge is not one of those. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have shot you from a safe distance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm an optimist, what can I say." He shrugs, smiling "I want to see how this goes."
She opens it and folds her arms "Of course, always the steel heart.." she comments walking over to look out the window.
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
"If it goes well, I will be forever in your debt. I may not be strong enough to shift realities, but I would do my best to help you in any way I can."
He's wearing the golden tie bar. The last thing she had touched before she left him. "It's hard to have a heart when you barely parse living, let alone surviving."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grins, thinking, before summoning a piece of paper. On it is a list of ingredients for a cake of sorts but the ingredients are from different realities. "Find these, bring them to me, and I'll get off your back."
She tilts her head, her expression still unreadable. From her mouth she utters a poem from something she remembered hearing long ago.
"How can I love you, when my heart feels cold?
When every word you speak, a story untold
Of pain, of hurt, of wounds that fester deep.
Yet still, my heart for you does keep.
A paradox of love, a twisted fate,
Where passion burns, yet hatred does create.
A contradiction, a cosmic joke,
A love that's fragile, a heart that's broke.
I long to see you smile, to hear your laugh,
But every memory brings me to the aftermath.
Of shattered dreams, of promises unkept,
A love that's wounded, a heart that's wept.
So let me love you, in my twisted way,
A love that's painful, day by day.
A love that's flawed, a love that's wrong,
But still, it's yours, where it belongs."
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 looks at it. "Oh! I actually have some of these!"
"Nice poem. Did you write it yourself, or did it just fit the best?" He waits a second, then sighs. "I guess it doesn't matter. I'll forgive, but I won't forget. We've both made mistakes, and we'd both do well not to repeat them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Wonderful!" Donn says and snaps his fingers. A part of him tears off, turning into a black goat with the golden star on its forehead. He kisses it's forehead "This is one of my forms, he is very nice." He says and hands it him "Take him and he can help you if need be. Sniffs for truffles better than a pig and hunts better than a hound."
"Or I'll end up with a piece of iron in my side.." she mutters, closing her eyes.
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
*Anybody wanna rp with me?*
*Sure.*
Yuri, despite being all powerful, is sulking like a child who didn't have their 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
Szeru pets the goat and nods.
"No. If this relationship matters to you, truly matters, then I will cast away my iron weaponry. Bullets, knives, everything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Benimaru walks up to them, raises a hand, and slaps the top of their head hard enough just to hurt a bit “Stop acting so childish.”
(Good afternoon everyone)
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 nods and snaps his fingers "All is well now! I shall get right to it!"
She stares at him like he just slapped her and laughs lightly before it dissolves into full on madness "Am I just to believe that after all these years.. suddenly.. this is a joke, it has to be."
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
Yuri turns around, her great axe forming in hand "HANDS. 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 takes his hand, grabbing the axe and putting it down “You heard me the first time, stop being so childish.”
She snarls and he suddenly finds bones being wrapped around his form. She snaps her fingers and they bring him to his knees, colored like silver and the street of steel.
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 “Are we really going to handle things this way? I’d rather not have to.” His left eye begins to glow, and then the right, flames beginning to swirl around them, the bones beginning to burn from the heat alone.
Szeru heads off to find the ingredients.
"I'll have to switch to adamant and mithral. They're more expensive, but it would be worth it. I have the orders ready to be signed, if you care." His eyes betray no humor.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She narrows her eyes, her skin becoming rocky and hard "You decided to touch me, against my consent. That is highest form of insult."
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
His eyes become even more tired “And you violated my ears with your sulking, now I’d prefer you let me go before I burn you.” The bones slowly begin to turn to ash, Benimaru calmly standing up.
She stares at him "I feel like this is a joke, an illusion... But I'll play along I suppose, this small slice of happiness if it is that.." she mutters, looking away, her hands trembling as he grips the window sill, sitting on it and looking and own at everything"You can keep your weapons and such if you wish.. I don't wish to force you into something."
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