*Perfect, time to use the character I specifically tailored for Thirteen.*
A man has entered the tavern, he is about 5'10 with stark white hair , grey eyes, and paler than normal skin. Very very light stitching is around his face and arms.
*fun times. also want to continue Honey’s shenanigans with the Bag?*
Thirteen looks up from his pocket orrery, its violet-and-yellow lights illuminating his face slightly.
*Sure!*
Honey is smoking, getting high while painting.
The person looks over at Thirteen, smiling slightly and going back to his drink.
Garty is just watching, kind of bored, while the Faceless Flesh is still trying to help however it can, holding up different colors for her at her necessity.
Thirteen watches this person with mild interest, snapping the last part of the frame into place, which finishes the arcane circuit that creates the illusory map of Wildspace.
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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.
Isaac is disassembling an old grandfather clock outside
(I hate autocorrect with a passion)
Xan walks over, waving
He waves back “hey there”
Xan sits down "Whatcha doing?"
“Found this old clock on the side of the road. Doesn’t seem to work so I’m seeing what I can salvage from it”
"Huh, anything good?"
“Well I can always use more gears. Wood is to rotted to do anything with though”
"Hm, maybe you can like... A spring or something."
“What do you mean?”
"I don't know, I'm not an engineer "
He laughs and pats Xan’s back “I can tell”
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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 would enjoy that. I am reworking Felix's power, cause I want to put him in my manga-inspired comic. I'm really wondering what it should be. You have any ideas?*
*The system I've set up gives you one basic main power, multiple smaller, related powers, and special techniques to use them. I'm really just looking for the Primary power, which is supposed to be based on how the character deals with their problems as their body evolves supernaturally to deal with the issues better.*
*Who ya got*
*Huh, I like the idea, reminds of like a pokemon or something.*
*I've got False and Felix at the moment.*
*Felix is officially a pokemon. So how would you say he deals with his problems? Like, on a psychological level? I'm trying to come up with a power that fits him okay. Originally he was going to have Fermentation as his power since he bottled up his emotions and such, but that was an early concept that he's evolved beyond, I think. I need to work on his psychology, but I'm not sure where to start from while keeping him "Felix."*
*Perfect, time to use the character I specifically tailored for Thirteen.*
A man has entered the tavern, he is about 5'10 with stark white hair , grey eyes, and paler than normal skin. Very very light stitching is around his face and arms.
*fun times. also want to continue Honey’s shenanigans with the Bag?*
Thirteen looks up from his pocket orrery, its violet-and-yellow lights illuminating his face slightly.
*Sure!*
Honey is smoking, getting high while painting.
The person looks over at Thirteen, smiling slightly and going back to his drink.
Garty is just watching, kind of bored, while the Faceless Flesh is still trying to help however it can, holding up different colors for her at her necessity.
Thirteen watches this person with mild interest, snapping the last part of the frame into place, which finishes the arcane circuit that creates the illusory map of Wildspace.
She picks up Garty like a kitten and holds it her, purring happily.
He can see telltale signs of zombiehood, his eyes being slightly bloodshot, the white hair from dying hair cells, and corroding nails.
*I would enjoy that. I am reworking Felix's power, cause I want to put him in my manga-inspired comic. I'm really wondering what it should be. You have any ideas?*
*The system I've set up gives you one basic main power, multiple smaller, related powers, and special techniques to use them. I'm really just looking for the Primary power, which is supposed to be based on how the character deals with their problems as their body evolves supernaturally to deal with the issues better.*
*Who ya got*
*Huh, I like the idea, reminds of like a pokemon or something.*
*I've got False and Felix at the moment.*
*Felix is officially a pokemon. So how would you say he deals with his problems? Like, on a psychological level? I'm trying to come up with a power that fits him okay. Originally he was going to have Fermentation as his power since he bottled up his emotions and such, but that was an early concept that he's evolved beyond, I think. I need to work on his psychology, but I'm not sure where to start from while keeping him "Felix."*
The Baker is looking for the False, checking up on the spell. He has brought a Brookie with him.
*Maybe take one of this Myers Briggs personality for him?"
Isaac is disassembling an old grandfather clock outside
(I hate autocorrect with a passion)
Xan walks over, waving
He waves back “hey there”
Xan sits down "Whatcha doing?"
“Found this old clock on the side of the road. Doesn’t seem to work so I’m seeing what I can salvage from it”
"Huh, anything good?"
“Well I can always use more gears. Wood is to rotted to do anything with though”
"Hm, maybe you can like... A spring or something."
“What do you mean?”
"I don't know, I'm not an engineer "
He laughs and pats Xan’s back “I can tell”
Xan rolls his eyes, grumbling.
Isaac chuckles and lays down on the grass
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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
Isaac is disassembling an old grandfather clock outside
(I hate autocorrect with a passion)
Xan walks over, waving
He waves back “hey there”
Xan sits down "Whatcha doing?"
“Found this old clock on the side of the road. Doesn’t seem to work so I’m seeing what I can salvage from it”
"Huh, anything good?"
“Well I can always use more gears. Wood is to rotted to do anything with though”
"Hm, maybe you can like... A spring or something."
“What do you mean?”
"I don't know, I'm not an engineer "
He laughs and pats Xan’s back “I can tell”
Xan rolls his eyes, grumbling.
Isaac chuckles and lays down on the grass
Xan pets his hair
He rests his head on Xan’s legs
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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
*Perfect, time to use the character I specifically tailored for Thirteen.*
A man has entered the tavern, he is about 5'10 with stark white hair , grey eyes, and paler than normal skin. Very very light stitching is around his face and arms.
*fun times. also want to continue Honey’s shenanigans with the Bag?*
Thirteen looks up from his pocket orrery, its violet-and-yellow lights illuminating his face slightly.
*Sure!*
Honey is smoking, getting high while painting.
The person looks over at Thirteen, smiling slightly and going back to his drink.
Garty is just watching, kind of bored, while the Faceless Flesh is still trying to help however it can, holding up different colors for her at her necessity.
Thirteen watches this person with mild interest, snapping the last part of the frame into place, which finishes the arcane circuit that creates the illusory map of Wildspace.
She picks up Garty like a kitten and holds it her, purring happily.
He can see telltale signs of zombiehood, his eyes being slightly bloodshot, the white hair from dying hair cells, and corroding nails.
Garty has a slimy and discomforting texture, but it doesn’t object to being pet. “So uh, what kind of job did you want us to do? What kinds of stuff do you want us to collect for you?” Meanwhile, despite being, well, faceless, the Flesh seems to be almost jealous of the attention being lavished on its counterpart.
Having no real incentive to bother the fellow, Thirteen begins calibrating the orrery.
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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.
Isaac is disassembling an old grandfather clock outside
(I hate autocorrect with a passion)
Xan walks over, waving
He waves back “hey there”
Xan sits down "Whatcha doing?"
“Found this old clock on the side of the road. Doesn’t seem to work so I’m seeing what I can salvage from it”
"Huh, anything good?"
“Well I can always use more gears. Wood is to rotted to do anything with though”
"Hm, maybe you can like... A spring or something."
“What do you mean?”
"I don't know, I'm not an engineer "
He laughs and pats Xan’s back “I can tell”
Xan rolls his eyes, grumbling.
Isaac chuckles and lays down on the grass
Xan pets his hair
He rests his head on Xan’s legs
"You okay?"
He shakes his head “client expects results soon but the project is impossible”
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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
*Perfect, time to use the character I specifically tailored for Thirteen.*
A man has entered the tavern, he is about 5'10 with stark white hair , grey eyes, and paler than normal skin. Very very light stitching is around his face and arms.
*fun times. also want to continue Honey’s shenanigans with the Bag?*
Thirteen looks up from his pocket orrery, its violet-and-yellow lights illuminating his face slightly.
*Sure!*
Honey is smoking, getting high while painting.
The person looks over at Thirteen, smiling slightly and going back to his drink.
Garty is just watching, kind of bored, while the Faceless Flesh is still trying to help however it can, holding up different colors for her at her necessity.
Thirteen watches this person with mild interest, snapping the last part of the frame into place, which finishes the arcane circuit that creates the illusory map of Wildspace.
She picks up Garty like a kitten and holds it her, purring happily.
He can see telltale signs of zombiehood, his eyes being slightly bloodshot, the white hair from dying hair cells, and corroding nails.
Garty has a slimy and discomforting texture, but it doesn’t object to being pet. “So uh, what kind of job did you want us to do? What kinds of stuff do you want us to collect for you?” Meanwhile, despite being, well, faceless, the Flesh seems to be almost jealous of the attention being lavished on its counterpart.
Having no real incentive to bother the fellow, Thirteen begins calibrating the orrery.
"Not really. I don't really like using people for jobs, especially ones I can do myself." She chuckles.
After a moment or two, he takes what appears to an unwitting woman outside, hunger painting his eyes but careful hidden on his expression.
*Felix is officially a pokemon. So how would you say he deals with his problems? Like, on a psychological level? I'm trying to come up with a power that fits him okay. Originally he was going to have Fermentation as his power since he bottled up his emotions and such, but that was an early concept that he's evolved beyond, I think. I need to work on his psychology, but I'm not sure where to start from while keeping him "Felix."*
The Baker is looking for the False, checking up on the spell. He has brought a Brookie with him.
*Maybe take one of this Myers Briggs personality for him?"
The Hunter is trying to berate the False into taking its own life and isn't trying to hide it. The False doesn't seem to be paying attention. It waves to the Baker as it senses him. After a moment, the Hunter stops.
Isaac is disassembling an old grandfather clock outside
(I hate autocorrect with a passion)
Xan walks over, waving
He waves back “hey there”
Xan sits down "Whatcha doing?"
“Found this old clock on the side of the road. Doesn’t seem to work so I’m seeing what I can salvage from it”
"Huh, anything good?"
“Well I can always use more gears. Wood is to rotted to do anything with though”
"Hm, maybe you can like... A spring or something."
“What do you mean?”
"I don't know, I'm not an engineer "
He laughs and pats Xan’s back “I can tell”
Xan rolls his eyes, grumbling.
Isaac chuckles and lays down on the grass
Xan pets his hair
He rests his head on Xan’s legs
"You okay?"
He shakes his head “client expects results soon but the project is impossible”
"It's okay, they can wait if need be." Xan says
“Heh. Tell that to them”
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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
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*[hug]*
*how ya doing?*
"I don't know, I'm not an engineer "
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
Garty is just watching, kind of bored, while the Faceless Flesh is still trying to help however it can, holding up different colors for her at her necessity.
Thirteen watches this person with mild interest, snapping the last part of the frame into place, which finishes the arcane circuit that creates the illusory map of Wildspace.
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 laughs and pats Xan’s back “I can tell”
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've got False and Felix at the moment.*
*Felix is officially a pokemon. So how would you say he deals with his problems? Like, on a psychological level? I'm trying to come up with a power that fits him okay. Originally he was going to have Fermentation as his power since he bottled up his emotions and such, but that was an early concept that he's evolved beyond, I think. I need to work on his psychology, but I'm not sure where to start from while keeping him "Felix."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She picks up Garty like a kitten and holds it her, purring happily.
He can see telltale signs of zombiehood, his eyes being slightly bloodshot, the white hair from dying hair cells, and corroding nails.
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
Xan rolls his eyes, grumbling.
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
The Baker is looking for the False, checking up on the spell. He has brought a Brookie with him.
*Maybe take one of this Myers Briggs personality for 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
Isaac chuckles and lays down on the grass
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 pets his 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 rests his head on Xan’s legs
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 okay?"
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
*characters for anyone who wants to rp*
Georgie is out buying supplies for the doll he's been making
Tycho is eating... something, in an alley
March plucks a missing poster off the board, looking at it for a few moments before crumbling it up and pocketing it
Garty has a slimy and discomforting texture, but it doesn’t object to being pet. “So uh, what kind of job did you want us to do? What kinds of stuff do you want us to collect for you?” Meanwhile, despite being, well, faceless, the Flesh seems to be almost jealous of the attention being lavished on its counterpart.
Having no real incentive to bother the fellow, Thirteen begins calibrating the orrery.
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 shakes his head “client expects results soon but the project is impossible”
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 appears behind him, scooping him up
Scott is napping on a sofa in the tavern.
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
"Not really. I don't really like using people for jobs, especially ones I can do myself." She chuckles.
After a moment or two, he takes what appears to an unwitting woman outside, hunger painting his eyes but careful hidden on his expression.
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
"It's okay, they can wait if need be." Xan 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
The Hunter is trying to berate the False into taking its own life and isn't trying to hide it. The False doesn't seem to be paying attention. It waves to the Baker as it senses him. After a moment, the Hunter stops.
*ENFJ-T for Felix*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Heh. Tell that to them”
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