The Herald grabs Grimes by the lapels of his jacket, pulling under with a laugh. At about the time they are due, they return to the surface. The Herald smooths out his robes and chuckles.
"Hah! I am not. Y'all can craft as good as me anytime." He folds his arms "My talents just like in machines anyways."
Stroth flips him off, madly cackling and proceeds to cuss him out with every language she's knows.
He picks his sniper back up, the bourbon bottle now empty, placing next to the log "Now, let's kill a wife beatering [gp]." He doesn't look afraid.
"Sure we can, that's why yer some one to make every bot an' bit of craftsmanship we've had, don't think you ain't the craftsman."
She steps in front of Stroth, walking up to Samaritan, her appearance becoming more feral, claws sharpening, tail swinging, as she tries to punch him in the face. To hit:24 Damage:11
The Herald nods and disappears into the shadows to go get ready. The man whom they are hunting, drunk as all hell, is currently sitting on a bench. The street is quite dead except for a few.
"I am, I know, but imposter syndrome tends to punch someone in the gut often." He shrugs.
He able to move back in time, just barely. He grumbles, eyes narrowing between his mask "That's not nice. Neither is that." He points to the restaurant
The Herald grabs Grimes by the lapels of his jacket, pulling under with a laugh. At about the time they are due, they return to the surface. The Herald smooths out his robes and chuckles.
"Hah! I am not. Y'all can craft as good as me anytime." He folds his arms "My talents just like in machines anyways."
Stroth flips him off, madly cackling and proceeds to cuss him out with every language she's knows.
He picks his sniper back up, the bourbon bottle now empty, placing next to the log "Now, let's kill a wife beatering [gp]." He doesn't look afraid.
"Sure we can, that's why yer some one to make every bot an' bit of craftsmanship we've had, don't think you ain't the craftsman."
She steps in front of Stroth, walking up to Samaritan, her appearance becoming more feral, claws sharpening, tail swinging, as she tries to punch him in the face. To hit:24 Damage:11
The Herald nods and disappears into the shadows to go get ready. The man whom they are hunting, drunk as all hell, is currently sitting on a bench. The street is quite dead except for a few.
"I am, I know, but imposter syndrome tends to punch someone in the gut often." He shrugs.
He able to move back in time, just barely. He grumbles, eyes narrowing between his mask "That's not nice. Neither is that." He points to the restaurant
Grimes lays down on a building nearby, looking down his sniper as he lines up the shot, checking the wind and calculating the drop based on estimates before preparing to blow his brains out "This is what you get." He the fires.
He sighs, putting the accordion down, smiling "You can't let those thoughts get ya, if ya do, I'll knock ya upside the head."
She points at him with one clawed finger, seething with barely held back rage, "[GP] you."
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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.'
Omori is continuing to read from her book on magic, practicing drawing sigils on a separate piece of paper.
Isaac comes over and looks at the sigil
She looks over as he approaches. "Hi, Isaac!"
"What are you drawing?"
"Runes. I can't invest magic into them just yet, but I wanted to practice actually drawing them. Make sure I can actually cast spells once I get there, you know?"
The Herald grabs Grimes by the lapels of his jacket, pulling under with a laugh. At about the time they are due, they return to the surface. The Herald smooths out his robes and chuckles.
"Hah! I am not. Y'all can craft as good as me anytime." He folds his arms "My talents just like in machines anyways."
Stroth flips him off, madly cackling and proceeds to cuss him out with every language she's knows.
He picks his sniper back up, the bourbon bottle now empty, placing next to the log "Now, let's kill a wife beatering [gp]." He doesn't look afraid.
"Sure we can, that's why yer some one to make every bot an' bit of craftsmanship we've had, don't think you ain't the craftsman."
She steps in front of Stroth, walking up to Samaritan, her appearance becoming more feral, claws sharpening, tail swinging, as she tries to punch him in the face. To hit:24 Damage:11
The Herald nods and disappears into the shadows to go get ready. The man whom they are hunting, drunk as all hell, is currently sitting on a bench. The street is quite dead except for a few.
"I am, I know, but imposter syndrome tends to punch someone in the gut often." He shrugs.
He able to move back in time, just barely. He grumbles, eyes narrowing between his mask "That's not nice. Neither is that." He points to the restaurant
Grimes lays down on a building nearby, looking down his sniper as he lines up the shot, checking the wind and calculating the drop based on estimates before preparing to blow his brains out "This is what you get." He the fires.
He sighs, putting the accordion down, smiling "You can't let those thoughts get ya, if ya do, I'll knock ya upside the head."
She points at him with one clawed finger, seething with barely held back rage, "[GP] you."
The shot is soft, the gun having been magically silent. The bullet hits the man equally as quiet between the eyes. He slumps in his seat and then is suddenly sucked into the darkness of the void in the shadows.
"I know... It just happen ya know." He sighs "That you ain't enough, you don't matter.."
He folds his arms "What in the hell's... Why are you so (GP) ma'am."
The shot is soft, the gun having been magically silent. The bullet hits the man equally as quiet between the eyes. He slumps in his seat and then is suddenly sucked into the darkness of the void in the shadows.
"I know... It just happen ya know." He sighs "That you ain't enough, you don't matter.."
He folds his arms "What in the hell's... Why are you so (GP) ma'am."
He looks to the gun, surprised by the silencer before standing up, and beginning to run back to the log, where he left his bottle of bourbon before he ends up getting caught hopping from building to building.
He does exactly that, and slaps his upside the head "You matter, half o' the gang, includin' me would be dead without ya."
She pokes his chest with that same claw "Because Riotan [gp]ing loves you, apparently."
The shot is soft, the gun having been magically silent. The bullet hits the man equally as quiet between the eyes. He slumps in his seat and then is suddenly sucked into the darkness of the void in the shadows.
"I know... It just happen ya know." He sighs "That you ain't enough, you don't matter.."
He folds his arms "What in the hell's... Why are you so (GP) ma'am."
He looks to the gun, surprised by the silencer before standing up, and beginning to run back to the log, where he left his bottle of bourbon before he ends up getting caught hopping from building to building.
He does exactly that, and slaps his upside the head "You matter, half o' the gang, includin' me would be dead without ya."
She pokes his chest with that same claw "Because Riotan [gp]ing loves you apparently."
The Herald watches this from the shadows. Rage boiling in his entire body. He crawls out from the shadows, snarling in rage. He shoves Grimes to the ground, hands wrapping around his throat. "YOUSAIDYOUWERENTGOINGTOLEAVE." The Herald hisses "RUNNINGFROMME."
Arthur winces and yelps "OI! I know... It's just happens sometimes."
Samaritan blinks, surprised by even this. "He does?.." he narrows his eyes, flames suddenly lighting the ground around him.
The shot is soft, the gun having been magically silent. The bullet hits the man equally as quiet between the eyes. He slumps in his seat and then is suddenly sucked into the darkness of the void in the shadows.
"I know... It just happen ya know." He sighs "That you ain't enough, you don't matter.."
He folds his arms "What in the hell's... Why are you so (GP) ma'am."
He looks to the gun, surprised by the silencer before standing up, and beginning to run back to the log, where he left his bottle of bourbon before he ends up getting caught hopping from building to building.
He does exactly that, and slaps his upside the head "You matter, half o' the gang, includin' me would be dead without ya."
She pokes his chest with that same claw "Because Riotan [gp]ing loves you apparently."
The Herald watches this from the shadows. Rage boiling in his entire body. He crawls out from the shadows, snarling in rage. He shoves Grimes to the ground, hands wrapping around his throat. "YOUSAIDYOUWERENTGOINGTOLEAVE." The Herald hisses "RUNNINGFROMME."
Arthur winces and yelps "OI! I know... It's just happens sometimes."
Samaritan blinks, surprised by even this. "He does?.." he narrows his eyes, flames suddenly lighting the ground around him.
"HEY HEY HEY!! I'M JUST MAKING SURE I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL!! NOT RUNNING FROM YOU!!" He tries to say, attempting to calm them down, holding their arms "NOT RUNNING FROM YOU!!!"
"Do ya want me to slap ya on the head again? No, if ya have those thoughts, come find me."
She doesn't step away, ignoring the flames and continuing to glare at them, slowly calming back down, deep breaths.
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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.'
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
He looks over, "Hi.."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
"Nothing to be sorry over. You were honest." He smiles.
"Yeah, i just normally keep my emotions in check..."
The shot is soft, the gun having been magically silent. The bullet hits the man equally as quiet between the eyes. He slumps in his seat and then is suddenly sucked into the darkness of the void in the shadows.
"I know... It just happen ya know." He sighs "That you ain't enough, you don't matter.."
He folds his arms "What in the hell's... Why are you so (GP) ma'am."
He looks to the gun, surprised by the silencer before standing up, and beginning to run back to the log, where he left his bottle of bourbon before he ends up getting caught hopping from building to building.
He does exactly that, and slaps his upside the head "You matter, half o' the gang, includin' me would be dead without ya."
She pokes his chest with that same claw "Because Riotan [gp]ing loves you apparently."
The Herald watches this from the shadows. Rage boiling in his entire body. He crawls out from the shadows, snarling in rage. He shoves Grimes to the ground, hands wrapping around his throat. "YOUSAIDYOUWERENTGOINGTOLEAVE." The Herald hisses "RUNNINGFROMME."
Arthur winces and yelps "OI! I know... It's just happens sometimes."
Samaritan blinks, surprised by even this. "He does?.." he narrows his eyes, flames suddenly lighting the ground around him.
"HEY HEY HEY!! I'M JUST MAKING SURE I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL!! NOT RUNNING FROM YOU!!" He tries to say, attempting to calm them down, holding their arms "NOT RUNNING FROM YOU!!!"
"Do ya want me to slap ya on the head again? No, if ya have those thoughts, come find me."
She doesn't step away, ignoring the flames and continuing to glare at them, slowly calming back down, deep breaths.
The Herald stares down at him through the blank eyeholes, as if searching for a lie. "You were running. I saw you...." He says. His joints begin to form back into a normal shape. He breathes heavily, in through his nose, out through his mouth, as his grip becomes gentle now but not letting him go. He rubs his thumb against Grimes neck, finding the pulse. He seems to calm, listening to the beating of the organ.
"Okay okay. Ahhhh, I'm sorry parder, making you worry like that. It's been that way since the divorce." (The only straight character I have lol)
He paces, clearly thrown off of the proverbial horse. "Are you sure?..." He asks. Stroth grins and pops open a beer, handing it to Merabelle. She pops open another one and chucks it at him, the glass breaking on his head. He curses, his eyes blazing now. Stroth grins and teleports her and Merabelle back to the tavern before he can do anything. She hugs Merabelle "Feeling better?"
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
He looks over, "Hi.."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
"Nothing to be sorry over. You were honest." He smiles.
"Yeah, i just normally keep my emotions in check..."
"You and me.. we don't fit in with the others. We know what its like to suffer. You mean a lot to me and I thought about something..." He takes a deep breath "Like I said last night.. I like you in that way to but I dont know my certainty on the ithee world I live.... Khemet has agreed to letting me travel back for a day, because they do nothing but live for my life to be chaos, but I'm doing so.. I can wish her goodbye." He said, sliding his hand over to Tycho's.
He sighs, relieved "I couldn't have met those needs, I can barely keep a plant alive. Let alone anything else."
She gets out of her own, clasping a necklace in her hand "I could show you... if you want."
He opens his eyes "Neither can I... wanna do something tiring?"
He helps her, no matter what objections she makes, he's not going to let his wife go hungry "Well that won't be an issue now."
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.)
The Herald nods and disappears into the shadows to go get ready. The man whom they are hunting, drunk as all hell, is currently sitting on a bench. The street is quite dead except for a few.
"I am, I know, but imposter syndrome tends to punch someone in the gut often." He shrugs.
He able to move back in time, just barely. He grumbles, eyes narrowing between his mask "That's not nice. Neither is that." He points to the restaurant
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
Grimes lays down on a building nearby, looking down his sniper as he lines up the shot, checking the wind and calculating the drop based on estimates before preparing to blow his brains out "This is what you get." He the fires.
He sighs, putting the accordion down, smiling "You can't let those thoughts get ya, if ya do, I'll knock ya upside the head."
She points at him with one clawed finger, seething with barely held back rage, "[GP] you."
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.)
He nods "Seems like a good first start"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
He snuggles next to them, still tired, yawning as he gives them the single pickle.
She walks outside, going through the town, expecting them to follow.
He lets them, already clinging to them "...Fight?" He says like he wasn't talking about that.
He sits next to her, just looking at her "What am I supposed to do when I need to shower, or something?"
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.)
The shot is soft, the gun having been magically silent. The bullet hits the man equally as quiet between the eyes. He slumps in his seat and then is suddenly sucked into the darkness of the void in the shadows.
"I know... It just happen ya know." He sighs "That you ain't enough, you don't matter.."
He folds his arms "What in the hell's... Why are you so (GP) ma'am."
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 to the gun, surprised by the silencer before standing up, and beginning to run back to the log, where he left his bottle of bourbon before he ends up getting caught hopping from building to building.
He does exactly that, and slaps his upside the head "You matter, half o' the gang, includin' me would be dead without ya."
She pokes his chest with that same claw "Because Riotan [gp]ing loves you, apparently."
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.)
The Herald watches this from the shadows. Rage boiling in his entire body. He crawls out from the shadows, snarling in rage. He shoves Grimes to the ground, hands wrapping around his throat. "YOUSAIDYOUWERENTGOINGTOLEAVE." The Herald hisses "RUNNINGFROMME."
Arthur winces and yelps "OI! I know... It's just happens sometimes."
Samaritan blinks, surprised by even this. "He does?.." he narrows his eyes, flames suddenly lighting the ground around him.
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 it back, crunching into it, smiling and kissing them back.
Walking through town, showing them all the sights they know about. *Good place to end it?*
He raises an eyebrow lazily "Huh? No I'm not... you're young..." He says, pecking their face with a kiss.
"How long do I have to wear this thing? I mean, I'm not against wearing it, but how long?"
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.)
"HEY HEY HEY!! I'M JUST MAKING SURE I'M NOT GOING TO JAIL!! NOT RUNNING FROM YOU!!" He tries to say, attempting to calm them down, holding their arms "NOT RUNNING FROM YOU!!!"
"Do ya want me to slap ya on the head again? No, if ya have those thoughts, come find me."
She doesn't step away, ignoring the flames and continuing to glare at them, slowly calming back down, deep breaths.
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.)
He rolls his eyes, "Ah whatever, you'll take these kisses anyway."
"18 in a month. I'm totally old enough for anything... I can make sparks."
He lets his messy hair be ruffled "But who knows when that will be... you need to finish your food."
Dracula walks into the tavern, sipping a juice box full of blood.
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.)
"Yeah, i just normally keep my emotions in check..."
The Herald stares down at him through the blank eyeholes, as if searching for a lie. "You were running. I saw you...." He says. His joints begin to form back into a normal shape. He breathes heavily, in through his nose, out through his mouth, as his grip becomes gentle now but not letting him go. He rubs his thumb against Grimes neck, finding the pulse. He seems to calm, listening to the beating of the organ.
"Okay okay. Ahhhh, I'm sorry parder, making you worry like that. It's been that way since the divorce." (The only straight character I have lol)
He paces, clearly thrown off of the proverbial horse. "Are you sure?..." He asks. Stroth grins and pops open a beer, handing it to Merabelle. She pops open another one and chucks it at him, the glass breaking on his head. He curses, his eyes blazing now. Stroth grins and teleports her and Merabelle back to the tavern before he can do anything. She hugs Merabelle "Feeling better?"
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'm down for anyone :>*
*Here's my characters for both of ya:*
Constant is reading in the library
Mirror is in the village, taking the form of a different person who's gone missing recently
A young man is out in the forest, a group of armored warriors surrounding him
"You and me.. we don't fit in with the others. We know what its like to suffer. You mean a lot to me and I thought about something..." He takes a deep breath "Like I said last night.. I like you in that way to but I dont know my certainty on the ithee world I live.... Khemet has agreed to letting me travel back for a day, because they do nothing but live for my life to be chaos, but I'm doing so.. I can wish her goodbye." He said, sliding his hand over to Tycho's.
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