Drilin is asking Stigmata about how they know who he is
"Because you had a big impact on this town. I may not have been there for it, but those feelings, especially the negative ones, still exist, and I used some of them to make my body."
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
Stigmata is in the town square, curled up against a wall and weeping as people give him a wide berth.
Porter is filing paperwork at the tavern. He's filed the exact same paperwork every day at the same time.
Angel appears, cloaked in earthy toned clothes. He kneels down beside them and tilts his head "Are you alright?.."
Thorne, who had just finished interviewing Misha in the tavern, has deemed her a reasonable suspect. Misha is sitting in the library, slightly panicking.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Because you had a big impact on this town. I may not have been there for it, but those feelings, especially the negative ones, still exist, and I used some of them to make my body."
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Because you had a big impact on this town. I may not have been there for it, but those feelings, especially the negative ones, still exist, and I used some of them to make my body."
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
He moves his hair to reveal his own warm smile, before standing up, “I should get going, hope to see you around, dear Yuki.” He walks off, playing his bango.
He lets them sleep, to excited to sleep himself, and so he sits, thinking about what the wedding will be like.
He takes his own hourglass, looking at it closely, before thinking of something. He places it softly on the table before closing his eyes, his hair turning black as his personality shifts to his other, before flickering back “The being that brought me back gave it to me as a gift. I don’t know why.”
*Gtg soon.*
(Double good end. I figured. :3)
She doesn't notice the shift, trading the hourglasses back. "Sounds like Father Time again.. His spirit comes up every so often, playing tricks on the world. Sounds like death doesn't cure being senile.
*Your turn to pick if you want anyone else.*
He takes his own hourglass back, putting it away before looking back up at them “A possibility, I did never learn the name or the true appearance of the being that gave me this gift. A wonder it must be to be a god.”
Stigmata is in the town square, curled up against a wall and weeping as people give him a wide berth.
Porter is filing paperwork at the tavern. He's filed the exact same paperwork every day at the same time.
Angel appears, cloaked in earthy toned clothes. He kneels down beside them and tilts his head "Are you alright?.."
Thorne, who had just finished interviewing Misha in the tavern, has deemed her a reasonable suspect. Misha is sitting in the library, slightly panicking.
He reaches out his arms and telekinetically pulls Angel into a hug, sobbing bitterly into his shoulder. There are several gunshots and screaming, but no one seems to hear them, or they don't care enough to even flinch. Stigmata, however, winces with every noise. Angel can see echoes of hundreds of murders and abuses and horrors of all sorts being committed here, preserved in time from up to hundreds of years past.
Porter looks up at Thorne. "How is she?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
'What ya got?'
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
"Of course not! Most thoughts of you are pretty heroic. Well, maybe I'm evil. I don't know exactly. I haven't had the time to do something really bad, so I don't know if I even could do that."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
'What ya got?'
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
'Hah, sweet. Looks just like home. Don't see the need to clean it though, but ya did a great job!'
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
'What ya got?'
She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
'Hah, sweet. Looks just like home. Don't see the need to clean it though, but ya did a great job!'
Drilin curls up on the couch
She hops down into the sewer after them, sitting on one of the chairs nearby to the couch, “Eh, I didn’t clean up too much, still smells like home!”
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
"Of course not! Most thoughts of you are pretty heroic. Well, maybe I'm evil. I don't know exactly. I haven't had the time to do something really bad, so I don't know if I even could do that."
'That's good, I guess. Ya talking to me, and not trying to kill me, so ya off to a good start if ya don't wanna be evil'
'What did I do wrong? I stayed outta most people's way, didn't I?'
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Angel appears, cloaked in earthy toned clothes. He kneels down beside them and tilts his head "Are you alright?.."
Thorne, who had just finished interviewing Misha in the tavern, has deemed her a reasonable suspect. Misha is sitting in the library, slightly panicking.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shakes his head. "Someone will always take issue with what you do. It's the nature of the multiverse to be reactive, offended, cruel. I don't like it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Me neither then, I guess. So, people like you and me, aren't necessarily, like, evil?'
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*Hello Salem, I’ve missed you Salem.*
*Im back and have the time to rp now, it was just a small bit of stuff.*
*ok, awesome*
Drilin is looking around, possibly for Moonshine
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Moonshine is never too far from sight, appearing from behind a barrel, seeing them and waving happily.
'Hey, how's ya doing?'
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*Your turn to pick if you want anyone else.*
He takes his own hourglass back, putting it away before looking back up at them “A possibility, I did never learn the name or the true appearance of the being that gave me this gift. A wonder it must be to be a god.”
“Come over here, I found a place for us to stay!”
He reaches out his arms and telekinetically pulls Angel into a hug, sobbing bitterly into his shoulder. There are several gunshots and screaming, but no one seems to hear them, or they don't care enough to even flinch. Stigmata, however, winces with every noise. Angel can see echoes of hundreds of murders and abuses and horrors of all sorts being committed here, preserved in time from up to hundreds of years past.
Porter looks up at Thorne. "How is she?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'What ya got?'
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She pulls up a sewage grate, revealing a cleaned up part of the sewers, it must have taken her hours to clean, but with a couch and other furniture down there, it looks like an actual home.
"Of course not! Most thoughts of you are pretty heroic. Well, maybe I'm evil. I don't know exactly. I haven't had the time to do something really bad, so I don't know if I even could do that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hah, sweet. Looks just like home. Don't see the need to clean it though, but ya did a great job!'
Drilin curls up on the couch
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She hops down into the sewer after them, sitting on one of the chairs nearby to the couch, “Eh, I didn’t clean up too much, still smells like home!”
'That's good, I guess. Ya talking to me, and not trying to kill me, so ya off to a good start if ya don't wanna be evil'
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