“So… what brings you all to this part of the world?”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
"Souls have been coming out since it nears Hallow's Eve." It said, "They come out more frequently during this month it seems.."
She grins and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. A flame forms on the tip of her nail as she leans in and lights it.
“Ooh, spooky. Is something angering them?”
“Nice trick.” He comments.
"We do not know. We only know that our job must get done." The one in the demon mask says.
She raises a brow "Hm? oh, my nails. They are infernal sigil branded. Can snap my fingers and flames erupt from them." She explained.
“And once you’ve got everyone around here sent off to their proper place, where are you gonna go next?”
“I have something like that.” He says, shifting slightly. For a second, the light upon his scales illuminates thousands of abyssal runes, one on every single scale.
"Most likely wherever we are needed." The blank face says, picking at its food "Always somewhere new."
She watches in awe, grinning madly "What I wouldn't do to harvest your flesh to study!" she chirps.
“Sounds like a nice life. And you keep the lost spirits from turning into vengeful monsters or anything, so it’s sure that you’re always doing good.”
“I’m glad I found a kindred spirit the moment I arrived here.”
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
Xan is smoking outside, trying to stop a slight headache that is rattling his skull.
Isaac sits next to him "hello"
Xan smiles "Hiya" he purrs.
"how have you been?"
"Mn, Fine so far. Had to chase a girl off my turf." He sighs.
"your turf?"
"Where I work." He explains."
He nods "hope it wasn't too hard"
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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
Dyscharist is training soot sprites to perform in a tiny circus.
*Hey buddy! Feeling better?*
The Soul Ranchers watch from afar, having deposited the golden hairs that Dys had given them into a radiant fire. They look uneasy, a bit nervous.
*Yeah, nausea's mostly gone.*
The fire flashes black, corrupting in an instant as the hair is consumed. When they look back to the little circus, Dys is gone. He steps out of the flame, his usual smile replaced with a more serious expression. "So we're not playing nice, are we? Fine then. What, on any plane, gives you the authority to take my job? This is not a friendly business competition. I am not profiting from this. It is a burden, not a privilege, but at the same time I am honored to have been given the task. You have not been fairly elected, and refuse to share information with me or accept assistance. For all I know, you're grinding the souls into psychoactive dust." His aura forms into twisting, gold and iridescent tendrils. "This is not a request anymore. You will explain yourselves, and if it does not add up, I will subtract you from this equation." His expression softens as he sighs. "Don't make me play the bad guy. Please."
“So… what brings you all to this part of the world?”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
"Souls have been coming out since it nears Hallow's Eve." It said, "They come out more frequently during this month it seems.."
She grins and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. A flame forms on the tip of her nail as she leans in and lights it.
“Ooh, spooky. Is something angering them?”
“Nice trick.” He comments.
"We do not know. We only know that our job must get done." The one in the demon mask says.
She raises a brow "Hm? oh, my nails. They are infernal sigil branded. Can snap my fingers and flames erupt from them." She explained.
“And once you’ve got everyone around here sent off to their proper place, where are you gonna go next?”
“I have something like that.” He says, shifting slightly. For a second, the light upon his scales illuminates thousands of abyssal runes, one on every single scale.
"Most likely wherever we are needed." The blank face says, picking at its food "Always somewhere new."
She watches in awe, grinning madly "What I wouldn't do to harvest your flesh to study!" she chirps.
“Sounds like a nice life. And you keep the lost spirits from turning into vengeful monsters or anything, so it’s sure that you’re always doing good.”
“I’m glad I found a kindred spirit the moment I arrived here.”
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
“Why?” She asks curiously. “The only way I can see that happening is if the ghosts you send back were, like, their family or friends or something and they wanted to see them again.”
“Mhm.” Riotan leans back slightly, seemingly pondering something.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Dyscharist is training soot sprites to perform in a tiny circus.
*Hey buddy! Feeling better?*
The Soul Ranchers watch from afar, having deposited the golden hairs that Dys had given them into a radiant fire. They look uneasy, a bit nervous.
*Yeah, nausea's mostly gone.*
The fire flashes black, corrupting in an instant as the hair is consumed. When they look back to the little circus, Dys is gone. He steps out of the flame, his usual smile replaced with a more serious expression. "So we're not playing nice, are we? Fine then. What, on any plane, gives you the authority to take my job? This is not a friendly business competition. I am not profiting from this. It is a burden, not a privilege, but at the same time I am honored to have been given the task. You have not been fairly elected, and refuse to share information with me or accept assistance. For all I know, you're grinding the souls into psychoactive dust." His aura forms into twisting, gold and iridescent tendrils. "This is not a request anymore. You will explain yourselves, and if it does not add up, I will subtract you from this equation." His expression softens as he sighs. "Don't make me play the bad guy. Please."
They cower before him, despite being bigger "We, most literally, can't sir. We are sorry. If we do we... disappear." They explained all at once, wringing their hands.
Xan snorts, laughing "My work is special honey." He smiles.
"may I ask what your work is?"
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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
“So… what brings you all to this part of the world?”
He chuckles. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”
"Souls have been coming out since it nears Hallow's Eve." It said, "They come out more frequently during this month it seems.."
She grins and pulls a packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. A flame forms on the tip of her nail as she leans in and lights it.
“Ooh, spooky. Is something angering them?”
“Nice trick.” He comments.
"We do not know. We only know that our job must get done." The one in the demon mask says.
She raises a brow "Hm? oh, my nails. They are infernal sigil branded. Can snap my fingers and flames erupt from them." She explained.
“And once you’ve got everyone around here sent off to their proper place, where are you gonna go next?”
“I have something like that.” He says, shifting slightly. For a second, the light upon his scales illuminates thousands of abyssal runes, one on every single scale.
"Most likely wherever we are needed." The blank face says, picking at its food "Always somewhere new."
She watches in awe, grinning madly "What I wouldn't do to harvest your flesh to study!" she chirps.
“Sounds like a nice life. And you keep the lost spirits from turning into vengeful monsters or anything, so it’s sure that you’re always doing good.”
“I’m glad I found a kindred spirit the moment I arrived here.”
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
“Why?” She asks curiously. “The only way I can see that happening is if the ghosts you send back were, like, their family or friends or something and they wanted to see them again.”
“Mhm.” Riotan leans back slightly, seemingly pondering something.
"People think we are hurting them. We will admit, the tools we were given are a bit painful but the least painful out of what we were offered." The one in the burlap said, sighing "We do not like them being hurt you see..."
Stroth takes a drag of her cigarette,smoke curling in her lungs, and then she exhales it out.
Xan snorts, laughing "My work is special honey." He smiles.
"may I ask what your work is?"
"Public Relationships" He lies brazenly.
He shudders "at least it's better than HR"
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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
Xan snorts, laughing "My work is special honey." He smiles.
"may I ask what your work is?"
"Public Relationships" He lies brazenly.
He shudders "at least it's better than HR"
Xan is quietly laughing to himself but nods "Agreed"
"I hope you're having fun with it at least"
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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
Xan snorts, laughing "My work is special honey." He smiles.
"may I ask what your work is?"
"Public Relationships" He lies brazenly.
He shudders "at least it's better than HR"
Xan is quietly laughing to himself but nods "Agreed"
"I hope you're having fun with it at least"
"Mn.. Not all the time." He says, shrugging.
"well I hope it gets better" he smiles
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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
The fire flashes black, corrupting in an instant as the hair is consumed. When they look back to the little circus, Dys is gone. He steps out of the flame, his usual smile replaced with a more serious expression. "So we're not playing nice, are we? Fine then. What, on any plane, gives you the authority to take my job? This is not a friendly business competition. I am not profiting from this. It is a burden, not a privilege, but at the same time I am honored to have been given the task. You have not been fairly elected, and refuse to share information with me or accept assistance. For all I know, you're grinding the souls into psychoactive dust." His aura forms into twisting, gold and iridescent tendrils. "This is not a request anymore. You will explain yourselves, and if it does not add up, I will subtract you from this equation." His expression softens as he sighs. "Don't make me play the bad guy. Please."
They cower before him, despite being bigger "We, most literally, can't sir. We are sorry. If we do we... disappear." They explained all at once, wringing their hands.
"You will disappear whether you do or not." His tendrils whip out to wrap around one of their throats. Raw soulstuff with the strength of a Demon Prince. He lifts them off the ground, effectively hanging them. He doesn't look malicious. Not angry, not happy. Very little anything, other than a hint of sadness. "I want to speak with your employer. I assume he will want to speak with me as well, else he will suffer from an acute lack of employees."
Xan smiles back and nods, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"I never got why people like cigars"
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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
The fire flashes black, corrupting in an instant as the hair is consumed. When they look back to the little circus, Dys is gone. He steps out of the flame, his usual smile replaced with a more serious expression. "So we're not playing nice, are we? Fine then. What, on any plane, gives you the authority to take my job? This is not a friendly business competition. I am not profiting from this. It is a burden, not a privilege, but at the same time I am honored to have been given the task. You have not been fairly elected, and refuse to share information with me or accept assistance. For all I know, you're grinding the souls into psychoactive dust." His aura forms into twisting, gold and iridescent tendrils. "This is not a request anymore. You will explain yourselves, and if it does not add up, I will subtract you from this equation." His expression softens as he sighs. "Don't make me play the bad guy. Please."
They cower before him, despite being bigger "We, most literally, can't sir. We are sorry. If we do we... disappear." They explained all at once, wringing their hands.
"You will disappear whether you do or not." His tendrils whip out to wrap around one of their throats. Raw soulstuff with the strength of a Demon Prince. He lifts them off the ground, effectively hanging them. He doesn't look malicious. Not angry, not happy. Very little anything, other than a hint of sadness. "I want to speak with your employer. I assume he will want to speak with me as well, else he will suffer from an acute lack of employees."
"P-Please" They weakly protest, not fighting back. They refuse to fight back. He can feel the gears clicking desperately under their clothes "W-We can't! We truly cannot!"
"Heh, we try but some people think we are bad..." The one with the owl mask remarks, sighing sadly.
"I fully agree. Not everyday I meet someone I can talk so freely to." She says.
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
"Where I work." He explains."
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 nods "hope it wasn't too hard"
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
*Yeah, nausea's mostly gone.*
The fire flashes black, corrupting in an instant as the hair is consumed. When they look back to the little circus, Dys is gone. He steps out of the flame, his usual smile replaced with a more serious expression. "So we're not playing nice, are we? Fine then. What, on any plane, gives you the authority to take my job? This is not a friendly business competition. I am not profiting from this. It is a burden, not a privilege, but at the same time I am honored to have been given the task. You have not been fairly elected, and refuse to share information with me or accept assistance. For all I know, you're grinding the souls into psychoactive dust." His aura forms into twisting, gold and iridescent tendrils. "This is not a request anymore. You will explain yourselves, and if it does not add up, I will subtract you from this equation." His expression softens as he sighs. "Don't make me play the bad guy. Please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Why?” She asks curiously. “The only way I can see that happening is if the ghosts you send back were, like, their family or friends or something and they wanted to see them again.”
“Mhm.” Riotan leans back slightly, seemingly pondering something.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Xan snorts, laughing "My work is special honey." He smiles.
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
They cower before him, despite being bigger "We, most literally, can't sir. We are sorry. If we do we... disappear." They explained all at once, wringing their hands.
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
"may I ask what your work is?"
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
"People think we are hurting them. We will admit, the tools we were given are a bit painful but the least painful out of what we were offered." The one in the burlap said, sighing "We do not like them being hurt you see..."
Stroth takes a drag of her cigarette,smoke curling in her lungs, and then she exhales it out.
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
"Public Relationships" He lies brazenly.
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 shudders "at least it's better than HR"
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
Xan is quietly laughing to himself but nods "Agreed"
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 hope you're having fun with it at least"
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
"Mn.. Not all the time." He says, shrugging.
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
"well I hope it gets better" he smiles
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
"You will disappear whether you do or not." His tendrils whip out to wrap around one of their throats. Raw soulstuff with the strength of a Demon Prince. He lifts them off the ground, effectively hanging them. He doesn't look malicious. Not angry, not happy. Very little anything, other than a hint of sadness. "I want to speak with your employer. I assume he will want to speak with me as well, else he will suffer from an acute lack of employees."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan smiles back and nods, taking a drag of his cigarette.
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 never got why people like cigars"
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
"P-Please" They weakly protest, not fighting back. They refuse to fight back. He can feel the gears clicking desperately under their clothes "W-We can't! We truly cannot!"
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
"This is a cigarette, not a cigar. Cigar's are bigger. I like them because they calm my nerves."
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