Cathan's emotions and very soul seem to be blurred. Controlled in a way that Shredder has not seen in a sane individual.
"Well, it wouldn't be a new experience for me. I don't see the point in getting killed over a couple peppers. Some people would, but I make money off of most of them and send people to bury the rest. You seem to be the type to kill over anything, though, so I guess you're cool."
Shredder’s claw shoot out from their place as he stares him down, silent for a moment before saying “You are insane. Your eyes say so. I would be doing the world a favor by putting you down, but that would have no benefit to me.” He uses the claw to scrape off his burning flesh, “What would you be useful for then.”
"I am, as I like to say, an illegal pharmacist. I can make you a spice for anything. I should know." He pulls the headscarf off, revealing horrific burns from chemicals, flames, poisons, explosives, and weapons of all kinds. He looks like burnt hamburger glued to a rotten pumpkin. His shredded lips are irritated as his eyes and covered with spices. "I don't feel a thing anymore. I don't hear the screams or the voices telling me that the world is out to get me for a second time. I don't want to die anymore, I can stand other people with their runny noses and sideways glances. Everything can be beautiful if I feel like it. Or it can be so horrible that only I can bear it. I wanted everyone to be able to have the meds they needed, the way I did. It's incredible what some little plants can do."
He takes off his helm, revealing his own scarred face, although the burns coming from a fire rather than chemicals. He remains silent, a distant look entering his damaged eyes.
They reach her room, and she cozies up with him in her recliner
He takes of his big coat and hat, leaving his chest bare as he snuggle close so they can read together.
She chuckles lightly as she tugs on his collar, letting go, and wrapping her arms around him "How's this?"
He smiles at her "It's not as bad as I expected, now are we going to read or just stare into each other's eyes all night?"
"Maybe..." She says while opening the book, ruffling his hair.
His hair, already messy enough grows messier, although it only makes him more attractive. He looks to the book and begins to read, actually interested in it.
"Mmmm.. sexy little thing. Anyway... hmmm... Octan's Mushroom Quiche... does that sound good?..."
He grins slowly “Hmm that would be something good to eat. I wish I knew how to cook more things.”
"Oh, do you want me to teach you?... I mean, I wish I had more of a green thumb."
“Why not? Another excuse to spend all my time with you is something I won’t say no to.”
"Well, here.. find something in here that looks good, and tomorrow, we'll make it together if we have everything, if not, we might have to go the market"
“We get to go on a shopping trip to make something to eat. I love it. Let’s find something really good.” He leans more into her to read the book better, taking some circular glasses out of his coat and putting them on, as fashionable as functional.
*I have circular glasses, can confirm.* She pushes the book more towards him, letting him see better. "This will be really fun, Damian.."
He begins to read, “I know it will, I love you Saphuno.” He says, not even really thinking about it, his heat still radiating, less than usual.
*Hey guys, I'm going to be gone for a moment. My mother decided to call me and yell at me for something I didn't do.*
*Have you considered trying to get the police involved for domestic abuse or something? There has to be some law she's breaking.*
*I can't. She says she is going to sell my PlayStation that I bought for money because I don't seem to get my lazy ass up and do anything else .*
*I really don't think she can legally do that.*
*I'm just so mad right now. I can't do anything.*
(that's stupid as [gp])
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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
"I am, as I like to say, an illegal pharmacist. I can make you a spice for anything. I should know." He pulls the headscarf off, revealing horrific burns from chemicals, flames, poisons, explosives, and weapons of all kinds. He looks like burnt hamburger glued to a rotten pumpkin. His shredded lips are irritated as his eyes and covered with spices. "I don't feel a thing anymore. I don't hear the screams or the voices telling me that the world is out to get me for a second time. I don't want to die anymore, I can stand other people with their runny noses and sideways glances. Everything can be beautiful if I feel like it. Or it can be so horrible that only I can bear it. I wanted everyone to be able to have the meds they needed, the way I did. It's incredible what some little plants can do."
He takes off his helm, revealing his own scarred face, although the burns coming from a fire rather than chemicals. He remains silent, a distant look entering his damaged eyes.
Cathan sighs, a faint smile playing on his face. "The world can be beautiful again, you know. We just have to believe. We need to make systematic changes. We all spent so long in worship that we forgot that man is mortal. Because of them, the people who believe themselves gods and their officers angels, I need to be hopped up and spice 24/7 to not spend my time screaming and crying, agonies of past and present unrelentingly assaulting my body and mind. But the war is over, in their eyes. The war is never over in ours. I take the easy path. The one where I sell spices and work changes in the system through riots and bribes. You... you can do something much, much worse. This madness will not end with a single death. They won't see clearly until they are forced to look at the blood on their shoes. You have an opening. Revenge is short-term. Please, don't just kill the man. Crush his soul. Break his world until it's nothing anymore. Show him what he's done in colors so vibrant it hurts just to open his eyes." He holds out a little bag of powder labeled Hellfire. "It's just a little dream. Our dreams. Every night of longing and hurting and screaming and crying put into one little baggie, strong enough to make a herd of elephants keel over from the hurt of it all. C'mon, give hell a chance."
Shredder finds him very persuasive due to the sheer amount of drugs he has recently stolen and imbibed.
*Hey guys, I'm going to be gone for a moment. My mother decided to call me and yell at me for something I didn't do.*
*Have you considered trying to get the police involved for domestic abuse or something? There has to be some law she's breaking.*
*I can't. She says she is going to sell my PlayStation that I bought for money because I don't seem to get my lazy ass up and do anything else .*
*I really don't think she can legally do that.*
*I'm just so mad right now. I can't do anything.*
(that's stupid as [gp])
*In all honesty, I am looking through small claims court and I am thinking about sueing her for emotional damage and for physical damage.*
(I think you should do it)
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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
William is dragging a still conscious person from his freezer, waking them up, and throwing them on his butchers block. He wipes his hands off as the bloke wakes up, screaming and spitting derogatory curses at him as he nails their hands and feet to the wood like he has done so many times. He hums to himself as he does, not seeming to pay attention to the man.
William is dragging a still conscious person from his freezer, waking them up, and throwing them on his butchers block. He wipes his hands off as the bloke wakes up, screaming and spitting derogatory curses at him as he nails their hands and feet to the wood like he has done so many times. He hums to himself as he does, not seeming to pay attention to the man.
*[hug]* *not sure how I can help best, but I'm here*
"I am, as I like to say, an illegal pharmacist. I can make you a spice for anything. I should know." He pulls the headscarf off, revealing horrific burns from chemicals, flames, poisons, explosives, and weapons of all kinds. He looks like burnt hamburger glued to a rotten pumpkin. His shredded lips are irritated as his eyes and covered with spices. "I don't feel a thing anymore. I don't hear the screams or the voices telling me that the world is out to get me for a second time. I don't want to die anymore, I can stand other people with their runny noses and sideways glances. Everything can be beautiful if I feel like it. Or it can be so horrible that only I can bear it. I wanted everyone to be able to have the meds they needed, the way I did. It's incredible what some little plants can do."
He takes off his helm, revealing his own scarred face, although the burns coming from a fire rather than chemicals. He remains silent, a distant look entering his damaged eyes.
Cathan sighs, a faint smile playing on his face. "The world can be beautiful again, you know. We just have to believe. We need to make systematic changes. We all spent so long in worship that we forgot that man is mortal. Because of them, the people who believe themselves gods and their officers angels, I need to be hopped up and spice 24/7 to not spend my time screaming and crying, agonies of past and present unrelentingly assaulting my body and mind. But the war is over, in their eyes. The war is never over in ours. I take the easy path. The one where I sell spices and work changes in the system through riots and bribes. You... you can do something much, much worse. This madness will not end with a single death. They won't see clearly until they are forced to look at the blood on their shoes. You have an opening. Revenge is short-term. Please, don't just kill the man. Crush his soul. Break his world until it's nothing anymore. Show him what he's done in colors so vibrant it hurts just to open his eyes." He holds out a little bag of powder labeled Hellfire. "It's just a little dream. Our dreams. Every night of longing and hurting and screaming and crying put into one little baggie, strong enough to make a herd of elephants keel over from the hurt of it all. C'mon, give hell a chance."
Shredder finds him very persuasive due to the sheer amount of drugs he has recently stolen and imbibed.
Shredder holds his head, breathing deeply as to process the drugs through his body like filtering a poison using his own technique. *It actually happened in the 2012 TMNT.* When his mind is once more cleared he looks to the fellow burn victim "I will not do this because I am subservient to you, but I am willing to help you as I feel a slight kinship with you. If you wish for me to break a man's mind and soul, I shall for you." His claws go back into his gauntlets "Just this once, I will listen to you. Merely for this moment."
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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.'
William is dragging a still conscious person from his freezer, waking them up, and throwing them on his butchers block. He wipes his hands off as the bloke wakes up, screaming and spitting derogatory curses at him as he nails their hands and feet to the wood like he has done so many times. He hums to himself as he does, not seeming to pay attention to the man.
*[hug]* *not sure how I can help best, but I'm here*
William is dragging a still conscious person from his freezer, waking them up, and throwing them on his butchers block. He wipes his hands off as the bloke wakes up, screaming and spitting derogatory curses at him as he nails their hands and feet to the wood like he has done so many times. He hums to himself as he does, not seeming to pay attention to the man.
*[hug]* *not sure how I can help best, but I'm here*
*Thanks man, you guys are a lifeline..*
*of course, I'm glad to be part of that*
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*I can't. She says she is going to sell my PlayStation that I bought for money because I don't seem to get my lazy ass up and do anything else .*
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 wish you luck, i hope she doesn't do it for long*
*I shall offer hugs when you return*
*I really don't think she can legally do that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes off his helm, revealing his own scarred face, although the burns coming from a fire rather than chemicals. He remains silent, a distant look entering his damaged eyes.
*I'm just so mad right now. I can't do anything.*
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
*Dude you shouldn’t have to go through this. I wish I could come through your screen and slap her. There’s gotta be something you can do.*
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 begins to read, “I know it will, I love you Saphuno.” He says, not even really thinking about it, his heat still radiating, less than usual.
(that's stupid as [gp])
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
*Thats straight up theft i will commit a crime on her*
Mauric has made the king of all salads and is admiring his work, his hands aching and his face slack with exhaustion.
Klei is out on the town.
The Larry is putting together their evidence on the William case.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I’ll send you my glasscutter*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Benimaru looks at the salad, before walking over and picking up the bowl it's in. He turns to Mauric "You look as tired as I do."
Damian appears next to The Larry, looking to the evidence, his hands on his hips. Looking silently.
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.)
*In all honesty, I am looking through small claims court and I am thinking about sueing her for emotional damage and for physical damage.*
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
Cathan sighs, a faint smile playing on his face. "The world can be beautiful again, you know. We just have to believe. We need to make systematic changes. We all spent so long in worship that we forgot that man is mortal. Because of them, the people who believe themselves gods and their officers angels, I need to be hopped up and spice 24/7 to not spend my time screaming and crying, agonies of past and present unrelentingly assaulting my body and mind. But the war is over, in their eyes. The war is never over in ours. I take the easy path. The one where I sell spices and work changes in the system through riots and bribes. You... you can do something much, much worse. This madness will not end with a single death. They won't see clearly until they are forced to look at the blood on their shoes. You have an opening. Revenge is short-term. Please, don't just kill the man. Crush his soul. Break his world until it's nothing anymore. Show him what he's done in colors so vibrant it hurts just to open his eyes." He holds out a little bag of powder labeled Hellfire. "It's just a little dream. Our dreams. Every night of longing and hurting and screaming and crying put into one little baggie, strong enough to make a herd of elephants keel over from the hurt of it all. C'mon, give hell a chance."
Shredder finds him very persuasive due to the sheer amount of drugs he has recently stolen and imbibed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I think you should do it)
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
*I need to angry rp...*
William is dragging a still conscious person from his freezer, waking them up, and throwing them on his butchers block. He wipes his hands off as the bloke wakes up, screaming and spitting derogatory curses at him as he nails their hands and feet to the wood like he has done so many times. He hums to himself as he does, not seeming to pay attention to the man.
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
*[hug]* *not sure how I can help best, but I'm here*
Shredder holds his head, breathing deeply as to process the drugs through his body like filtering a poison using his own technique. *It actually happened in the 2012 TMNT.* When his mind is once more cleared he looks to the fellow burn victim "I will not do this because I am subservient to you, but I am willing to help you as I feel a slight kinship with you. If you wish for me to break a man's mind and soul, I shall for you." His claws go back into his gauntlets "Just this once, I will listen to you. Merely for this moment."
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.)
*Thanks man, you guys are a lifeline..*
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
*of course, I'm glad to be part of that*