Omori helps her with her research as best she can, though she also does a little research of her own- particularly, into spells like Astral Projection or Magic Jar that temporarily remove the soul from the body. Perhaps, she thinks, they can modify such a spell where it only excises part of her soul- and the Void Shard along with it.
*I don't have any particular preference at the moment- I like all of your characters. Do you have any preference for either Mavis or Helianth?*
She continues creating an object similar to those liches use to prolong their lives, but purely as a container for the void shard, talking with Omori about the idea and considering contacting Stroth about the idea, considering they haven't talked in a while either way. She scours all of her knowledge she has access to, trying to stay calm.
*Unfortunately I suffer from the same curse, I enjoy your characters equally, because they are amazing and well crafted. I could use Tim for Helianth, or Thorfinn for Mavis.*
They lean against them, happy to be with them too.
"Do you want to watch my parents die?" He says, tapping his feet.
"Want to go shopping, Evan"
She blinks, rather confused
"I would love to!" They push down their skirt a bit, pulling back.
"If you don't, don't come with me." He sighs, standing up and stepping onto the circle, disappearing.
They walk over to a shop of some sort, expecting them to follow
She blinks again, and has an expression as if she just figured something out. She steps onto the circle
Evan does follow close behind, holding their hand softly.
They find themselves... above the clouds standing before a palace in the sky, an island in the sky. James doesn't look back to them, walking past the guards.
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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.'
They lean against them, happy to be with them too.
"Do you want to watch my parents die?" He says, tapping his feet.
"Want to go shopping, Evan"
She blinks, rather confused
"I would love to!" They push down their skirt a bit, pulling back.
"If you don't, don't come with me." He sighs, standing up and stepping onto the circle, disappearing.
They walk over to a shop of some sort, expecting them to follow
She blinks again, and has an expression as if she just figured something out. She steps onto the circle
Evan does follow close behind, holding their hand softly.
They find themselves... above the clouds standing before a palace in the sky, an island in the sky. James doesn't look back to them, walking past the guards.
The shop is rather large, full of stalls of smaller shops in it (It's a fantasy mall)
Omori helps her with her research as best she can, though she also does a little research of her own- particularly, into spells like Astral Projection or Magic Jar that temporarily remove the soul from the body. Perhaps, she thinks, they can modify such a spell where it only excises part of her soul- and the Void Shard along with it.
*I don't have any particular preference at the moment- I like all of your characters. Do you have any preference for either Mavis or Helianth?*
She continues creating an object similar to those liches use to prolong their lives, but purely as a container for the void shard, talking with Omori about the idea and considering contacting Stroth about the idea, considering they haven't talked in a while either way. She scours all of her knowledge she has access to, trying to stay calm.
*Unfortunately I suffer from the same curse, I enjoy your characters equally, because they are amazing and well crafted. I could use Tim for Helianth, or Thorfinn for Mavis.*
Omori continues to talk with her mother about the idea, aiding in the container's creation... when suddenly, she turns around as though having heard something from the dark corner of the cave. "Who said that?" She says to the darkness. There is no one there. There never was. Upon realizing this, she seems even more panicked.
*Let's go with... Mavis and Thorfinn!*
Mavis is sitting under a tree in the forest, doing her best to patch up the wounds left from her attempt at a monster hunt. The Gunlance rests against the tree beside her.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"me following you" it responds, using Helianth's words
"How have you been?" She asks, not wanting to think about what's worrying her.
"Oh, okay. I'm just working on some new experiments, is all. Wanna see?"
"I... don't understand. Why are you here? Why are you following me?" It responds, the crooked flower's patience waning.
it lets out a small sigh
"sure. how's the radio project coming along?"
The ship does not respond
"...Yeah, me too." She replies, not elaborating.
"It's coming along- slowly, though. Still haven't gotten a signal, though I think I'm close."
"Why? Is it power? Curiosity? Are you here to kill me? Answer me." It orders.
The bird looks at her
"I could give you the booster from my radio"
"Curiosity"
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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
*Bleh. I wanna rp. Here are characters I feel able to play rn.*
Thorne is in his office, taking apart his pistol and cleaning the parts.
James is writing some letters, humming to himself.
Isaac's bird flies in
Gravedigger walks by, humming to himself
(could use Isaac as well if there's a 3rd character you'd want to use)
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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
Omori continues to talk with her mother about the idea, aiding in the container's creation... when suddenly, she turns around as though having heard something from the dark corner of the cave. "Who said that?" She says to the darkness. There is no one there. There never was. Upon realizing this, she seems even more panicked.
*Let's go with... Mavis and Thorfinn!*
Mavis is sitting under a tree in the forest, doing her best to patch up the wounds left from her attempt at a monster hunt. The Gunlance rests against the tree beside her.
She sighs, looking up from her books, closing them as she cracks her neck, "Well fu-" She stops herself from cursing in front of her daughter before scooting over to them, wrapping them in her arms comfortingly, "It's okay, sweetheart. That just tells us somethin' we didn't know. Maybe this thing can be reasoned with if it's talkin' ta ya."
Thorfinn walks through the forest, walks being a bit of an understatement, considering he moves through the woods as if he's lived there his entire life, stopping upon seeing them, and sitting down next to them.
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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.'
*Bleh. I wanna rp. Here are characters I feel able to play rn.*
James is writing some letters, humming to himself.
*Take care of yourself Wendi, I worry about you.*
Someone knocks on the door to their office, the air in the room suddenly becoming heavy.
James looks up. He sighs and stands up. His men work around him, all working on different cases. He opens the door and plasters on a smile.
The king of nothing is standing at the door, his blind eyes looking into theirs for a moment before he holds out a hand to them, "... The sin of Pride, correct?" James can sense something... bizarre, the Black Crown seems to be terrified of this weak looking old man.
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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.'
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
*For some reason I keep thinking James looks like Jschlatt mixed with Felix Scott.*
(who is Felix Scott?)
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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
*Bleh. I wanna rp. Here are characters I feel able to play rn.*
James is writing some letters, humming to himself.
*Take care of yourself Wendi, I worry about you.*
Someone knocks on the door to their office, the air in the room suddenly becoming heavy.
James looks up. He sighs and stands up. His men work around him, all working on different cases. He opens the door and plasters on a smile.
The king of nothing is standing at the door, his blind eyes looking into theirs for a moment before he holds out a hand to them, "... The sin of Pride, correct?" James can sense something... bizarre, the Black Crown seems to be terrified of this weak looking old man.
James hesitates for a moment before his charming personality slips back into place "Indeed! How're you sir?"
*Bleh. I wanna rp. Here are characters I feel able to play rn.*
James is writing some letters, humming to himself.
*Take care of yourself Wendi, I worry about you.*
Someone knocks on the door to their office, the air in the room suddenly becoming heavy.
James looks up. He sighs and stands up. His men work around him, all working on different cases. He opens the door and plasters on a smile.
The king of nothing is standing at the door, his blind eyes looking into theirs for a moment before he holds out a hand to them, "... The sin of Pride, correct?" James can sense something... bizarre, the Black Crown seems to be terrified of this weak looking old man.
James hesitates for a moment before his charming personality slips back into place "Indeed! How're you sir?"
"Old and tired." He says with a chuckle of his own, smiling a bit at them, "Don't be afraid young man, what is your name?"
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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.'
*Bleh. I wanna rp. Here are characters I feel able to play rn.*
James is writing some letters, humming to himself.
*Take care of yourself Wendi, I worry about you.*
Someone knocks on the door to their office, the air in the room suddenly becoming heavy.
James looks up. He sighs and stands up. His men work around him, all working on different cases. He opens the door and plasters on a smile.
The king of nothing is standing at the door, his blind eyes looking into theirs for a moment before he holds out a hand to them, "... The sin of Pride, correct?" James can sense something... bizarre, the Black Crown seems to be terrified of this weak looking old man.
James hesitates for a moment before his charming personality slips back into place "Indeed! How're you sir?"
"Old and tired." He says with a chuckle of his own, smiling a bit at them, "Don't be afraid young man, what is your name?"
"Me? Afraid? I lost that response real young." he chuckles "My name is James Windfred."
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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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They walk over to a shop of some sort, expecting them to follow
She blinks again, and has an expression as if she just figured something out. She steps onto the circle
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She continues creating an object similar to those liches use to prolong their lives, but purely as a container for the void shard, talking with Omori about the idea and considering contacting Stroth about the idea, considering they haven't talked in a while either way. She scours all of her knowledge she has access to, trying to stay calm.
*Unfortunately I suffer from the same curse, I enjoy your characters equally, because they are amazing and well crafted. I could use Tim for Helianth, or Thorfinn for Mavis.*
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.)
Evan does follow close behind, holding their hand softly.
They find themselves... above the clouds standing before a palace in the sky, an island in the sky. James doesn't look back to them, walking past the guards.
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 shop is rather large, full of stalls of smaller shops in it (It's a fantasy mall)
Lify follows behind James
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Omori continues to talk with her mother about the idea, aiding in the container's creation... when suddenly, she turns around as though having heard something from the dark corner of the cave. "Who said that?" She says to the darkness. There is no one there. There never was. Upon realizing this, she seems even more panicked.
*Let's go with... Mavis and Thorfinn!*
Mavis is sitting under a tree in the forest, doing her best to patch up the wounds left from her attempt at a monster hunt. The Gunlance rests against the tree beside her.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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
*Bleh. I wanna rp. Here are characters I feel able to play rn.*
Thorne is in his office, taking apart his pistol and cleaning the parts.
James is writing some letters, humming to himself.
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's bird flies in
Gravedigger walks by, humming to himself
(could use Isaac as well if there's a 3rd character you'd want to use)
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
She sighs, looking up from her books, closing them as she cracks her neck, "Well fu-" She stops herself from cursing in front of her daughter before scooting over to them, wrapping them in her arms comfortingly, "It's okay, sweetheart. That just tells us somethin' we didn't know. Maybe this thing can be reasoned with if it's talkin' ta ya."
Thorfinn walks through the forest, walks being a bit of an understatement, considering he moves through the woods as if he's lived there his entire life, stopping upon seeing them, and sitting down next to them.
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.)
*Take care of yourself Wendi, I worry about you.*
Someone knocks on the door to their office, the air in the room suddenly becoming heavy.
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.)
*Fantastic*
They look around happily, holding Wind's arm "Where do you wanna go first?"
The guards hold out an arm to stop them, "This is the Kereso estate. Are you a Kereso?"
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.)
James looks up. He sighs and stands up. His men work around him, all working on different cases. He opens the door and plasters on a smile.
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
*For some reason I keep thinking James looks like Jschlatt mixed with Felix Scott.*
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 king of nothing is standing at the door, his blind eyes looking into theirs for a moment before he holds out a hand to them, "... The sin of Pride, correct?" James can sense something... bizarre, the Black Crown seems to be terrified of this weak looking old man.
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.)
(anyone else want to rp?)
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
(who is Felix Scott?)
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
James hesitates for a moment before his charming personality slips back into place "Indeed! How're you sir?"
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
"Old and tired." He says with a chuckle of his own, smiling a bit at them, "Don't be afraid young man, what is your name?"
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.)
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
"Me? Afraid? I lost that response real young." he chuckles "My name is James Windfred."
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