"Same, actually. Well, more of defending my people, but that requires a lot of awareness and offensive tactics." He gets up and starts picking up the Artefacts on the ground. "Could you see if you can open that bottle without it blowing up? I'll let you pillage these poor folks afterward. Please and thank you."
'Sure, I can try' Drilin tries to open the bottle. 'How ya know why I was here?'
Make a Sleight of Hand check.
"I pride myself on reading people. Sometimes it's kind of hard, but usually not. I used to be a therapist for soldiers in the trenches. That's why I'm so fluffy and equipped with high-grade sensors."
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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.
"Same, actually. Well, more of defending my people, but that requires a lot of awareness and offensive tactics." He gets up and starts picking up the Artefacts on the ground. "Could you see if you can open that bottle without it blowing up? I'll let you pillage these poor folks afterward. Please and thank you."
'Sure, I can try' Drilin tries to open the bottle. 'How ya know why I was here?'
Make a Sleight of Hand check.
"I pride myself on reading people. Sometimes it's kind of hard, but usually not. I used to be a therapist for soldiers in the trenches. That's why I'm so fluffy and equipped with high-grade sensors."
*what if my henchman dude had the taskmaster ability where he has to spend a bit of time to fully copy a person ability.*
*Well, that’s just photographic memory and muscle replication, but I love a good henchman, who’s he a henchman for? Or is he retired?*
*More so an Imp-like creature who was adopted by a lich to be a familiar but was had their spirit shoved into a humanoid body. They still retain some of their impish qualities like unconsciously crawling around on all four or trying to jump off of high places to fly but can't because.. y'know.*
*That sounds absolutely lovely, will we at any point be seeing the lich that this lil impy guy is henching for?*
"Oh, of course!" He offers the bottle. "Sorry about the trouble. These guys had been trashing supplies around my camp and planned on killing anyone who confronted them. I just happened to have more tricks than they had expected."
“Such is the way things are, some people kill, some people get killed, we all die the same. May the All Father guide them home.” He takes the bottle, drinking some of it down, making sure none spills onto his absolutely beautiful hair.
"I don't really die. As a machine, I don't have a soul. At least, I don't think so. I wonder, at what point does replicating emotions become feeling them? When does thinking in computer terms and translating them to human terms become as meaningful as a mortal thought? An actor can become their mask, so can a computer become a person?" He chuckles. "I hope I find out someday. Computers don't last as long as people imagine. Even if they can't become outdated, they can still wear down like any other machine. Eventually, even my Black Box, my memories and personality, will burn out, and that will be as close as I can come to dying."
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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.
"I pride myself on reading people. Sometimes it's kind of hard, but usually not. I used to be a therapist for soldiers in the trenches. That's why I'm so fluffy and equipped with high-grade sensors."
'Fair enough. That's a good job to do'
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Soda sprays everywhere, getting Drillin all sticky and sugary. The smell of strawberry cream soda fills the air. The big bee looks up, pink now splattered on his white clothes. "Ah, well, not a big problem. Soda is cheap. Now most of the fizz is gone though. You want the rest?" He stands up with a bunch of little black-and-gold items in his big paws.
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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.
"Oh, of course!" He offers the bottle. "Sorry about the trouble. These guys had been trashing supplies around my camp and planned on killing anyone who confronted them. I just happened to have more tricks than they had expected."
“Such is the way things are, some people kill, some people get killed, we all die the same. May the All Father guide them home.” He takes the bottle, drinking some of it down, making sure none spills onto his absolutely beautiful hair.
"I don't really die. As a machine, I don't have a soul. At least, I don't think so. I wonder, at what point does replicating emotions become feeling them? When does thinking in computer terms and translating them to human terms become as meaningful as a mortal thought? An actor can become their mask, so can a computer become a person?" He chuckles. "I hope I find out someday. Computers don't last as long as people imagine. Even if they can't become outdated, they can still wear down like any other machine. Eventually, even my Black Box, my memories and personality, will burn out, and that will be as close as I can come to dying."
“I think asking that not only to me, but to yourself proves that you’ve already made it past that line. Everything has its own day of death, maybe mine’s tomorrow, maybe somewhere in the distant future, just like these guys, we never know when death comes.” He leans down, looking at the corpse, “That’s what makes time to precious, there’s never enough of it, is there?”
"I pride myself on reading people. Sometimes it's kind of hard, but usually not. I used to be a therapist for soldiers in the trenches. That's why I'm so fluffy and equipped with high-grade sensors."
'Fair enough. That's a good job to do'
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Soda sprays everywhere, getting Drillin all sticky and sugary. The smell of strawberry cream soda fills the air. The big bee looks up, pink now splattered on his white clothes. "Ah, well, not a big problem. Soda is cheap. Now most of the fizz is gone though. You want the rest?" He stands up with a bunch of little black-and-gold items in his big paws.
'Well, I wouldn't say no to it. Ya new around here?'
"I don't really die. As a machine, I don't have a soul. At least, I don't think so. I wonder, at what point does replicating emotions become feeling them? When does thinking in computer terms and translating them to human terms become as meaningful as a mortal thought? An actor can become their mask, so can a computer become a person?" He chuckles. "I hope I find out someday. Computers don't last as long as people imagine. Even if they can't become outdated, they can still wear down like any other machine. Eventually, even my Black Box, my memories and personality, will burn out, and that will be as close as I can come to dying."
“I think asking that not only to me, but to yourself proves that you’ve already made it past that line. Everything has its own day of death, maybe mine’s tomorrow, maybe somewhere in the distant future, just like these guys, we never know when death comes.” He leans down, looking at the corpse, “That’s what makes time to precious, there’s never enough of it, is there?”
"We don't deserve the time we have. If anything, we have far too much. We should give back to the world with every second we can spare, don't you think? Even making yourself happy is giving a little back, because others can see that happiness and be inspired. Of course, to give, one must first have. But taking is the opposite of giving, isn't it? So, what do we do? We innovate. We make it easier to make more, so we can have more... but I wish people kept up with the giving part." He sighs. "I think I need a drink after 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.
Soda sprays everywhere, getting Drillin all sticky and sugary. The smell of strawberry cream soda fills the air. The big bee looks up, pink now splattered on his white clothes. "Ah, well, not a big problem. Soda is cheap. Now most of the fizz is gone though. You want the rest?" He stands up with a bunch of little black-and-gold items in his big paws.
'Well, I wouldn't say no to it. Ya new around here?'
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
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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.
"I don't really die. As a machine, I don't have a soul. At least, I don't think so. I wonder, at what point does replicating emotions become feeling them? When does thinking in computer terms and translating them to human terms become as meaningful as a mortal thought? An actor can become their mask, so can a computer become a person?" He chuckles. "I hope I find out someday. Computers don't last as long as people imagine. Even if they can't become outdated, they can still wear down like any other machine. Eventually, even my Black Box, my memories and personality, will burn out, and that will be as close as I can come to dying."
“I think asking that not only to me, but to yourself proves that you’ve already made it past that line. Everything has its own day of death, maybe mine’s tomorrow, maybe somewhere in the distant future, just like these guys, we never know when death comes.” He leans down, looking at the corpse, “That’s what makes time to precious, there’s never enough of it, is there?”
"We don't deserve the time we have. If anything, we have far too much. We should give back to the world with every second we can spare, don't you think? Even making yourself happy is giving a little back, because others can see that happiness and be inspired. Of course, to give, one must first have. But taking is the opposite of giving, isn't it? So, what do we do? We innovate. We make it easier to make more, so we can have more... but I wish people kept up with the giving part." He sighs. "I think I need a drink after that."
He passes them the bottle, “Wise words from a machine with no soul.” He says with a chuckle, tapping their shoulder, “There is more in there than just mechanical parts and directives, sentience is life.” He rolls his shoulders, “I wish I could give more than I have, but there’s only so much we can do with just time. A resource we don’t deserve, yet it’s always in demand.”
Soda sprays everywhere, getting Drillin all sticky and sugary. The smell of strawberry cream soda fills the air. The big bee looks up, pink now splattered on his white clothes. "Ah, well, not a big problem. Soda is cheap. Now most of the fizz is gone though. You want the rest?" He stands up with a bunch of little black-and-gold items in his big paws.
'Well, I wouldn't say no to it. Ya new around here?'
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
"We don't deserve the time we have. If anything, we have far too much. We should give back to the world with every second we can spare, don't you think? Even making yourself happy is giving a little back, because others can see that happiness and be inspired. Of course, to give, one must first have. But taking is the opposite of giving, isn't it? So, what do we do? We innovate. We make it easier to make more, so we can have more... but I wish people kept up with the giving part." He sighs. "I think I need a drink after that."
He passes them the bottle, “Wise words from a machine with no soul.” He says with a chuckle, tapping their shoulder, “There is more in there than just mechanical parts and directives, sentience is life.” He rolls his shoulders, “I wish I could give more than I have, but there’s only so much we can do with just time. A resource we don’t deserve, yet it’s always in demand.”
He nods and takes a couple good chugs from the bottle, filling his chubby cheeks and swallowing over and over, before taking a breath and setting it down between them, now about a third full. "A lot of people just want a way out. They want to live forever or never exist in the first place. But that just seems... ungrateful to me. You were given so much time. Make the most of it. Love, hate, be merciful, be cruel, cry, dance, but do it all for the glory of God." He chuckles. "Did I tell you I was created to be a chaplain? I'm still a cleric, but my faith comes from more than just one place. I believe in God, and I believe God is good, but I also believe His creation is sacred. I don't hope for heaven, and I certainly don't expect my good works to win me any prizes, but if someone placed all the beautiful things on this earth... shouldn't we take the time to appreciate them? To care for them? Protect them? Guide them to a better future?"
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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.
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
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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.
*I got a migraine, Baalze, do me a favor, when Yvonne is back on, quote this for Henry and KK’s wedding.*
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
*I got a migraine, Baalze, do me a favor, when Yvonne is back on, quote this for Henry and KK’s wedding.*
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
*Of course, my friend. If I am present, I will do so on cue! I'm sorry about your migraine, though. My dad gets those, and they're awful. I've only had one once, and I have never felt more pain that I can remember. I wanted to rip my own head off.*
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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.
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
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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.
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Make a Sleight of Hand check.
"I pride myself on reading people. Sometimes it's kind of hard, but usually not. I used to be a therapist for soldiers in the trenches. That's why I'm so fluffy and equipped with high-grade sensors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Fair enough. That's a good job to do'
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*Da cwooked man*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds absolutely lovely, will we at any point be seeing the lich that this lil impy guy is henching for?*
"I don't really die. As a machine, I don't have a soul. At least, I don't think so. I wonder, at what point does replicating emotions become feeling them? When does thinking in computer terms and translating them to human terms become as meaningful as a mortal thought? An actor can become their mask, so can a computer become a person?" He chuckles. "I hope I find out someday. Computers don't last as long as people imagine. Even if they can't become outdated, they can still wear down like any other machine. Eventually, even my Black Box, my memories and personality, will burn out, and that will be as close as I can come to dying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Soda sprays everywhere, getting Drillin all sticky and sugary. The smell of strawberry cream soda fills the air. The big bee looks up, pink now splattered on his white clothes. "Ah, well, not a big problem. Soda is cheap. Now most of the fizz is gone though. You want the rest?" He stands up with a bunch of little black-and-gold items in his big paws.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I think asking that not only to me, but to yourself proves that you’ve already made it past that line. Everything has its own day of death, maybe mine’s tomorrow, maybe somewhere in the distant future, just like these guys, we never know when death comes.” He leans down, looking at the corpse, “That’s what makes time to precious, there’s never enough of it, is there?”
'Well, I wouldn't say no to it. Ya new around here?'
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"We don't deserve the time we have. If anything, we have far too much. We should give back to the world with every second we can spare, don't you think? Even making yourself happy is giving a little back, because others can see that happiness and be inspired. Of course, to give, one must first have. But taking is the opposite of giving, isn't it? So, what do we do? We innovate. We make it easier to make more, so we can have more... but I wish people kept up with the giving part." He sighs. "I think I need a drink after that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He passes them the bottle, “Wise words from a machine with no soul.” He says with a chuckle, tapping their shoulder, “There is more in there than just mechanical parts and directives, sentience is life.” He rolls his shoulders, “I wish I could give more than I have, but there’s only so much we can do with just time. A resource we don’t deserve, yet it’s always in demand.”
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
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He nods and takes a couple good chugs from the bottle, filling his chubby cheeks and swallowing over and over, before taking a breath and setting it down between them, now about a third full. "A lot of people just want a way out. They want to live forever or never exist in the first place. But that just seems... ungrateful to me. You were given so much time. Make the most of it. Love, hate, be merciful, be cruel, cry, dance, but do it all for the glory of God." He chuckles. "Did I tell you I was created to be a chaplain? I'm still a cleric, but my faith comes from more than just one place. I believe in God, and I believe God is good, but I also believe His creation is sacred. I don't hope for heaven, and I certainly don't expect my good works to win me any prizes, but if someone placed all the beautiful things on this earth... shouldn't we take the time to appreciate them? To care for them? Protect them? Guide them to a better future?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I got a migraine, Baalze, do me a favor, when Yvonne is back on, quote this for Henry and KK’s wedding.*
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
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*Of course, my friend. If I am present, I will do so on cue! I'm sorry about your migraine, though. My dad gets those, and they're awful. I've only had one once, and I have never felt more pain that I can remember. I wanted to rip my own head off.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
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It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.