Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
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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
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
"But an artificer no?" He asks
"I am, but I do not work with fire"
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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
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
Oswald is replacing the steel on his gun with adamant, because why not?
Egregore is frosting cupcakes with little gold pentagrams on a black background.
Greasecure's shop is currently closed. He can be heard working inside, humming along to some Abyssal tunes.
*Me not trusting Egregore and Donn's interaction because Donn will spill everything he is planning like a goat bit he is.*
Genesis watches Oswald's factory, the Angel of Knowledge's eyes narrowed. The blue track up the side of the building, assessing it quietly.
*Donn is too horny to not spill his engagement plans.*
Various weapons inside point at the angel, causing Oswald to stop what he's doing to check out the problem. He looks out the window, and, seeing Genesis, opens it. "Oh, look. Does someone want to see the factory without signing the proper paperwork? How droll."
Oswald is replacing the steel on his gun with adamant, because why not?
Egregore is frosting cupcakes with little gold pentagrams on a black background.
Greasecure's shop is currently closed. He can be heard working inside, humming along to some Abyssal tunes.
*Me not trusting Egregore and Donn's interaction because Donn will spill everything he is planning like a goat bit he is.*
Genesis watches Oswald's factory, the Angel of Knowledge's eyes narrowed. The blue track up the side of the building, assessing it quietly.
*Donn is too horny to not spill his engagement plans.*
Various weapons inside point at the angel, causing Oswald to stop what he's doing to check out the problem. He looks out the window, and, seeing Genesis, opens it. "Oh, look. Does someone want to see the factory without signing the proper paperwork? How droll."
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
"But an artificer no?" He asks
"I am, but I do not work with fire"
"what do you use son?"
"Old discarded things. I try to repurpose as much as possible"
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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
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
"But an artificer no?" He asks
"I am, but I do not work with fire"
"what do you use son?"
"Old discarded things. I try to repurpose as much as possible"
Oswald is replacing the steel on his gun with adamant, because why not?
Egregore is frosting cupcakes with little gold pentagrams on a black background.
Greasecure's shop is currently closed. He can be heard working inside, humming along to some Abyssal tunes.
*Me not trusting Egregore and Donn's interaction because Donn will spill everything he is planning like a goat bit he is.*
Genesis watches Oswald's factory, the Angel of Knowledge's eyes narrowed. The blue track up the side of the building, assessing it quietly.
*Donn is too horny to not spill his engagement plans.*
Various weapons inside point at the angel, causing Oswald to stop what he's doing to check out the problem. He looks out the window, and, seeing Genesis, opens it. "Oh, look. Does someone want to see the factory without signing the proper paperwork? How droll."
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
"But an artificer no?" He asks
"I am, but I do not work with fire"
"what do you use son?"
"Old discarded things. I try to repurpose as much as possible"
"Ah! Recycling!"
"exactly. and I know enough for when I do need to work with heat"
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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
Oswald is replacing the steel on his gun with adamant, because why not?
Egregore is frosting cupcakes with little gold pentagrams on a black background.
Greasecure's shop is currently closed. He can be heard working inside, humming along to some Abyssal tunes.
*Me not trusting Egregore and Donn's interaction because Donn will spill everything he is planning like a goat bit he is.*
Genesis watches Oswald's factory, the Angel of Knowledge's eyes narrowed. The blue track up the side of the building, assessing it quietly.
*Donn is too horny to not spill his engagement plans.*
Various weapons inside point at the angel, causing Oswald to stop what he's doing to check out the problem. He looks out the window, and, seeing Genesis, opens it. "Oh, look. Does someone want to see the factory without signing the proper paperwork? How droll."
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
He blinks slowly "Hm. You should've died in those mines..." he mutters to himself.
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
He blinks slowly "Hm. You should've died in those mines..." he mutters to himself.
"Yes, well, my father should have too. And his father before him and his before him. But now we all live with the consequences that God brought upon us all, so move along."
Yuri is dressed in a simple, one-shouldered gown with a simple belt with a gold hoop, her favorite pair of golden primrose earrings, and her spear. Her hair is done up in a braided crown around her head. For ince, she doesn't wear the crown and bracelets, a reminder of her past. She stands outside Oswald's factory, looking a bit nervous.
Donn is helping one of his daughters, a bugbear with enormous ears, do handstand. She can't seem to get her balance quite right so he is helping her by holding her legs as she does.
Krist is sitting in the tavern, reading a book. He has his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose, a cup of tea besides him. His cane leans against his chair just in case
Isaac sits near him with a book of his own
Krist smiles kindly "Hello son, how are you?"
"i'm doing well. how are you?"
"I am tired unfortunately, then again I always am."
"what's making you tired?"
"My age. I am nearing 20 billion after all."
"you don't look that old"
"Hah! You flatter me son.' he chuckles
"what are you reading?"
"A book on thermodynamics." He chuckles "Nothing amazing."
"I don't know that term"
"Is like..." He taps his fingers against the book cover "the study of heat and such."
"oh okay. just didn't know that was the term for it"
"It's okay. Would you like to borrow it?" He asked
He shakes his head "not in my area of interest"
"You are a mechanic? This aligns with your work Isaac." He explains.
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
"But an artificer no?" He asks
"I am, but I do not work with fire"
"what do you use son?"
"Old discarded things. I try to repurpose as much as possible"
"Ah! Recycling!"
"exactly. and I know enough for when I do need to work with heat"
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
He blinks slowly "Hm. You should've died in those mines..." he mutters to himself.
"Yes, well, my father should have too. And his father before him and his before him. But now we all live with the consequences that God brought upon us all, so move along."
"No no. Your father and mother were meant to live, you were meant to die and the people in the mines with you.." he said, tying back his blonde hair.
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
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
He blinks slowly "Hm. You should've died in those mines..." he mutters to himself.
"Yes, well, my father should have too. And his father before him and his before him. But now we all live with the consequences that God brought upon us all, so move along."
"No no. Your father and mother were meant to live, you were meant to die and the people in the mines with you.." he said, tying back his blonde hair.
"Ah. Are you here to tie up loose ends? That won't end well for all of us. And, let's be honest, I am already dead. Necromatons barely have even a semblance of life, and my soul has been in tatters since my birth. And I've already killed all of those coworkers. Oh, wait. That just leaves me, huh?" He smacks his forehead with the heel of his palm. "Stupid me. Here I thought someone finally put me first without being terrified of or infatuated with me."
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
He blinks slowly "Hm. You should've died in those mines..." he mutters to himself.
"Yes, well, my father should have too. And his father before him and his before him. But now we all live with the consequences that God brought upon us all, so move along."
"No no. Your father and mother were meant to live, you were meant to die and the people in the mines with you.." he said, tying back his blonde hair.
"Ah. Are you here to tie up loose ends? That won't end well for all of us. And, let's be honest, I am already dead. Necromatons barely have even a semblance of life, and my soul has been in tatters since my birth. And I've already killed all of those coworkers. Oh, wait. That just leaves me, huh?" He smacks his forehead with the heel of his palm. "Stupid me. Here I thought someone finally put me first without being terrified of or infatuated with me."
"No, that's isn't why I'm here." He said, tilting his head "You diverted a pathway of fate. I'm not here to kill you, or destroy you, or anything honestly boring like that." He said, his blue eyes closing "No, I'm a watcher, not someone who does things."
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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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*So now...*
Oswald is building a bed for the Otyugh.
Egregore is frosting cupcakes with little gold pentagrams on a black background.
Greasecure's shop is currently closed. He can be heard working inside, humming along to some Abyssal tunes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My work doesn't usually involve playing with fire"
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
*Me not trusting Egregore and Donn's interaction because Donn will spill everything he is planning like a goat bit he is.*
Genesis watches Oswald's factory, the Angel of Knowledge's eyes narrowed. The blue track up the side of the building, assessing it quietly.
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
"But an artificer no?" He asks
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 am, but I do not work with fire"
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
"what do you use son?"
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
*Donn is too horny to not spill his engagement plans.*
Various weapons inside point at the angel, causing Oswald to stop what he's doing to check out the problem. He looks out the window, and, seeing Genesis, opens it. "Oh, look. Does someone want to see the factory without signing the proper paperwork? How droll."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Donn would be like: *walks up to Egregore.* "I want to be your husband. Anyways-" *TURNS INTO MIST*
Genesis's face is emotionally void as he tilts his head "No, more like understanding the history behind it." He said
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
"Old discarded things. I try to repurpose as much as possible"
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
"Ah! Recycling!"
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
"Ah. Well, that's simple. It's awful and soaked in more blood than even I can fathom. It's tied deeply to my family history, and if you can believe it, it has the bones of a white dragon in it. I am related to it by blood, yet retain none of its features due to my sheer distance from the first infusion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"exactly. and I know enough for when I do need to work with heat"
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 blinks slowly "Hm. You should've died in those mines..." he mutters to himself.
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
"Yes, well, my father should have too. And his father before him and his before him. But now we all live with the consequences that God brought upon us all, so move along."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Any way I could help you?' he asked
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 no. Your father and mother were meant to live, you were meant to die and the people in the mines with you.." he said, tying back his blonde hair.
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 "not that I can think of"
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
"Ah. Are you here to tie up loose ends? That won't end well for all of us. And, let's be honest, I am already dead. Necromatons barely have even a semblance of life, and my soul has been in tatters since my birth. And I've already killed all of those coworkers. Oh, wait. That just leaves me, huh?" He smacks his forehead with the heel of his palm. "Stupid me. Here I thought someone finally put me first without being terrified of or infatuated with me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, a shame." He sighs
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, that's isn't why I'm here." He said, tilting his head "You diverted a pathway of fate. I'm not here to kill you, or destroy you, or anything honestly boring like that." He said, his blue eyes closing "No, I'm a watcher, not someone who does things."
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