*Hey I’m back after boxing with my friend, going all out and all that, anybody want to rp or just talk, or interact in any way?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow, scuttling around.
*Oh, okay.*
She would find Sparrow at his camp, full of holes and nearly dead, just resting against a tree.
She curses, running over. She waves a hand and begins to cast Heal on him.
The holes in him begin to close, as he raises his head, covered in blood “How ya doin love?”
"Good, what happened?" She asks, her secondary eyes opening "Ill turn them into rust."
He smiles, raising one hand up to hold hers “Don’t worry about me, just an old friend came to say hello, I’ll find em later.”
"..." She grumbles and hugs him "Ill kill em.."
He hugs her back, kissing her forehead “Thank ya, I love ya far too much.” The holes close up, leaving scars somehow, glowing.
She stands up and reaches into her pocket, pulling out something wrapped in cloth.
He looks to it, raising an eyebrow “Another gift? Ya can’t keep doin this, I’ve got nothin to give you in return.” He tries to push himself back this standing.
She shoves her hands in her pockets "I wanted to." She hands it to him.
He takes the gift, sighing and opening it “I love you Stroth, all I have is love for you.”
*Hey I’m back after boxing with my friend, going all out and all that, anybody want to rp or just talk, or interact in any way?*
*Sure.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow, scuttling around.
*Oh, okay.*
She would find Sparrow at his camp, full of holes and nearly dead, just resting against a tree.
She curses, running over. She waves a hand and begins to cast Heal on him.
The holes in him begin to close, as he raises his head, covered in blood “How ya doin love?”
"Good, what happened?" She asks, her secondary eyes opening "Ill turn them into rust."
He smiles, raising one hand up to hold hers “Don’t worry about me, just an old friend came to say hello, I’ll find em later.”
"..." She grumbles and hugs him "Ill kill em.."
He hugs her back, kissing her forehead “Thank ya, I love ya far too much.” The holes close up, leaving scars somehow, glowing.
She stands up and reaches into her pocket, pulling out something wrapped in cloth.
He looks to it, raising an eyebrow “Another gift? Ya can’t keep doin this, I’ve got nothin to give you in return.” He tries to push himself back this standing.
She shoves her hands in her pockets "I wanted to." She hands it to him.
He takes the gift, sighing and opening it “I love you Stroth, all I have is love for you.”
"Thats all I need." She grins and hugs him. Inside is a ring box of sorts, made of wood.
Podmorski nods, looking at the ground as well. "It's nice to see I've finally run into someone who has an ounce of gratitude in their heart. Someone once made a deal with me, you know. She wanted a new body, one that fit her artistic desires perfectly. And she said she would give me everything for it. I thought, 'If you are empty, sick, and short-sighted enough to give up your entire life, you never deserved it in the first place.' But you're different. You don't need anything, because you have your everything. Isn't that just sweet? Doesn't that just sound... impossible?"
He chuckles and shakes his head, “You’re right, it sounds impossible, but that’s what true emotion is, ignoring the impossible for the sake of what is true. I would never do anything to harm her, because without her… I have nothing but the cold I felt so long ago.”
"I can hardly believe that such a thing can happen, that someone could feel that kind of love. I have seen the hate and darkness within the living. But if they can put that much energy into hate, I imagine they must have the same energy for love too. I don't know. I don't really relate to people the way most do."
Podmorski nods, looking at the ground as well. "It's nice to see I've finally run into someone who has an ounce of gratitude in their heart. Someone once made a deal with me, you know. She wanted a new body, one that fit her artistic desires perfectly. And she said she would give me everything for it. I thought, 'If you are empty, sick, and short-sighted enough to give up your entire life, you never deserved it in the first place.' But you're different. You don't need anything, because you have your everything. Isn't that just sweet? Doesn't that just sound... impossible?"
He chuckles and shakes his head, “You’re right, it sounds impossible, but that’s what true emotion is, ignoring the impossible for the sake of what is true. I would never do anything to harm her, because without her… I have nothing but the cold I felt so long ago.”
"I can hardly believe that such a thing can happen, that someone could feel that kind of love. I have seen the hate and darkness within the living. But if they can put that much energy into hate, I imagine they must have the same energy for love too. I don't know. I don't really relate to people the way most do."
“Hate is a powerful force, I hate my sisters with every fiber of my bein, but if that meant I had to lose her to get my revenge, I could live happily without it.” He coughs up some blood “Doesn’t seem like my sisters agree with how many assassins they keep sendin out.”
“…well… uh… at least the restaurant’s doing well, right?”
“Yep. I technically already died but I came back ‘cause of my armor.” She raps her knuckles on the chestplate proudly.
"Indeed." He passes a whiskey to Mauric "I heard you got married."
"Nice, Im just stuck here but at least you get to move around."
Mauric takes a tentative sip. “Mhm! Just a week ago, matter of fact.”
“Well, granted, I haven’t done a ton in that time. I kinda just journeyed around the countryside, setting up camp or store for a decade or so and making magic items for the locals, then packing up and heading out. But I finally made it back here to my homeland last year.”
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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.
“…well… uh… at least the restaurant’s doing well, right?”
“Yep. I technically already died but I came back ‘cause of my armor.” She raps her knuckles on the chestplate proudly.
"Indeed." He passes a whiskey to Mauric "I heard you got married."
"Nice, Im just stuck here but at least you get to move around."
Mauric takes a tentative sip. “Mhm! Just a week ago, matter of fact.”
“Well, granted, I haven’t done a ton in that time. I kinda just journeyed around the countryside, setting up camp or store for a decade or so and making magic items for the locals, then packing up and heading out. But I finally made it back here to my homeland last year.”
"Good for you. Never saw the point of marriage, or being in love in general, but if it makes you happy, that's good."
"Just a little project. Nothing special. It's a cooking machine."
He looks at the body, then back at Home. "Have you tried throwing it in?"
"Cooking Machine?" She looks terribly confused.
He breaks into a grin, picking up the body, chanting "IN THE PIT! IN THE PIT!"
"Yeah. It'll be able to grill, roast, smoke, carve, plate, and hunt all on its own. I make them all the time. They kept me fed when I was away from you."
"Thats all I need." She grins and hugs him. Inside is a ring box of sorts, made of wood.
He takes his gloves off, putting the gloves on the ground. He takes the ring box carefully, hugging her with one hand, “What is this here?”
"Look for yourself." She grins "Been working on making it."
He grins, looking to the box. He takes the time to carefully open it, stilling hugging her.
Inside the box is a ring, made entirely out of melted bullet cartridges. In the center sits a polished cut of amber shaped like a skull.
He takes the ring out of the box carefully, looking down to her as he does so, putting the box on the stump he sits on. He puts the ring on without a second thought “This… is amazin… do you have to be this amazin.”
“…well… uh… at least the restaurant’s doing well, right?”
“Yep. I technically already died but I came back ‘cause of my armor.” She raps her knuckles on the chestplate proudly.
"Indeed." He passes a whiskey to Mauric "I heard you got married."
"Nice, Im just stuck here but at least you get to move around."
Mauric takes a tentative sip. “Mhm! Just a week ago, matter of fact.”
“Well, granted, I haven’t done a ton in that time. I kinda just journeyed around the countryside, setting up camp or store for a decade or so and making magic items for the locals, then packing up and heading out. But I finally made it back here to my homeland last year.”
"Good for you. Never saw the point of marriage, or being in love in general, but if it makes you happy, that's good."
"This is your homeland?" He tilts his head.
“It is… Nick is the greatest man I’ve ever met.”
“Aye. I got dumped in the woods by whichever [gp]s were my parents from the nearby human village as an infant.”
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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.
"I can hardly believe that such a thing can happen, that someone could feel that kind of love. I have seen the hate and darkness within the living. But if they can put that much energy into hate, I imagine they must have the same energy for love too. I don't know. I don't really relate to people the way most do."
“Hate is a powerful force, I hate my sisters with every fiber of my bein, but if that meant I had to lose her to get my revenge, I could live happily without it.” He coughs up some blood “Doesn’t seem like my sisters agree with how many assassins they keep sendin out.”
Podmorski sits there for a minute as his face slowly twists into a deep frown. "Them."
"Just a little project. Nothing special. It's a cooking machine."
He looks at the body, then back at Home. "Have you tried throwing it in?"
"Cooking Machine?" She looks terribly confused.
He breaks into a grin, picking up the body, chanting "IN THE PIT! IN THE PIT!"
"Yeah. It'll be able to grill, roast, smoke, carve, plate, and hunt all on its own. I make them all the time. They kept me fed when I was away from you."
Tyrone laughs and joins in.
"Huh! Always was a genius!" She grins proudly.
It squirms, and the sound of someone yelling for help emanates from the rustling plastic. "Oh hush, you'll be fine." Home rolls his eyes and shoves the body down the hole.
"Thats all I need." She grins and hugs him. Inside is a ring box of sorts, made of wood.
He takes his gloves off, putting the gloves on the ground. He takes the ring box carefully, hugging her with one hand, “What is this here?”
"Look for yourself." She grins "Been working on making it."
He grins, looking to the box. He takes the time to carefully open it, stilling hugging her.
Inside the box is a ring, made entirely out of melted bullet cartridges. In the center sits a polished cut of amber shaped like a skull.
He takes the ring out of the box carefully, looking down to her as he does so, putting the box on the stump he sits on. He puts the ring on without a second thought “This… is amazin… do you have to be this amazin.”
"If I am not perfect, then everything I have built from the ground up has been for nothing." She lights a cigarette, taking a drag
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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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He takes the gift, sighing and opening it “I love you Stroth, all I have is love for you.”
"Thats all I need." She grins and hugs him. Inside is a ring box of sorts, made of wood.
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 can hardly believe that such a thing can happen, that someone could feel that kind of love. I have seen the hate and darkness within the living. But if they can put that much energy into hate, I imagine they must have the same energy for love too. I don't know. I don't really relate to people the way most do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes his gloves off, putting the gloves on the ground. He takes the ring box carefully, hugging her with one hand, “What is this here?”
“…well… uh… at least the restaurant’s doing well, right?”
“Yep. I technically already died but I came back ‘cause of my armor.” She raps her knuckles on the chestplate proudly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Look for yourself." She grins "Been working on making it."
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
"Just a little project. Nothing special. It's a cooking machine."
He looks at the body, then back at Home. "Have you tried throwing it in?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Indeed." He passes a whiskey to Mauric "I heard you got married."
"Nice, Im just stuck here but at least you get to move around."
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
"Cooking Machine?" She looks terribly confused.
He breaks into a grin, picking up the body, chanting "IN THE PIT! IN THE PIT!"
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
“Hate is a powerful force, I hate my sisters with every fiber of my bein, but if that meant I had to lose her to get my revenge, I could live happily without it.” He coughs up some blood “Doesn’t seem like my sisters agree with how many assassins they keep sendin out.”
He grins, looking to the box. He takes the time to carefully open it, stilling hugging her.
Mauric takes a tentative sip. “Mhm! Just a week ago, matter of fact.”
“Well, granted, I haven’t done a ton in that time. I kinda just journeyed around the countryside, setting up camp or store for a decade or so and making magic items for the locals, then packing up and heading out. But I finally made it back here to my homeland last year.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Inside the box is a ring, made entirely out of melted bullet cartridges. In the center sits a polished cut of amber shaped like a skull.
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
"Good for you. Never saw the point of marriage, or being in love in general, but if it makes you happy, that's good."
"This is your homeland?" He tilts his head.
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
"Yeah. It'll be able to grill, roast, smoke, carve, plate, and hunt all on its own. I make them all the time. They kept me fed when I was away from you."
Tyrone laughs and joins in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the ring out of the box carefully, looking down to her as he does so, putting the box on the stump he sits on. He puts the ring on without a second thought “This… is amazin… do you have to be this amazin.”
“It is… Nick is the greatest man I’ve ever met.”
“Aye. I got dumped in the woods by whichever [gp]s were my parents from the nearby human village as an infant.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Podmorski sits there for a minute as his face slowly twists into a deep frown. "Them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Huh! Always was a genius!" She grins proudly.
It squirms, and the sound of someone yelling for help emanates from the rustling plastic. "Oh hush, you'll be fine." Home rolls his eyes and shoves the body down the hole.
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
"If I am not perfect, then everything I have built from the ground up has been for nothing." She lights a cigarette, taking a drag
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