He raises an eyebrow "Wouldnt that just... kill me? Or something similar?"
"For someone who deems themself an executioner, you know nothing of your own body." he grumbles "You have a soul, an essence, and your body. As long as your mind, the essence, is in tack, you will be fine."
"I deem myself nothing but a musician and a bad person, I was given the role of executioner, I never chose it. I have no way or removing my own soul, and with all the terrible things I've done, I've got to ask, why do you care?"
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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.'
Atticus walks over and flops down on his lap. "Hey, man. Heard you talked with Carrion. Is it true that you're a spineless worm hiding behind a desperate lie that your parents will finally love you if you keep killing people?"
Felix watches from his forest cooking station, looking awed at his speed.
"I know they won't love me no matter what I do, I wouldn't love a wrench no matter how useful it was. I am a spineless worm, and the death sentence is something I believe I deserve." He doesn't smile down at them, but tilts his head.
He stops, looking over to them, tilting his head, "Uncle Felix?" He sprints over.
He looks up with his one eye. "Huh. You need to believe in yourself more. All things deserve some love. A chef loves their tools, after all. But your parents aren't artists or even craftspeople. They're animals, and should be treated as such."
"I like you. A lot. I wanna keep you in a giant pudding on my desk and treat you really well, then jiggle you when I get bored." He rolls onto his back. "You're a precious thing. I've never discovered another Carrion in all my travels."
He frowns. "You're a coward. I was hoping to like you, but you're a spineless worm hiding behind a petty usurper." The ground begins to blacken as the statue begins to crack. "Tell me, if I killed your best friend, then walked in during a sermon and started killing your meager flock until you recanted your faith, what would you do? Because if I get the wrong answer, I'll test the (gp)ing theory."
Carrion stares at him for a moment, his teeth clicking once "You make me sound like a pet fish.." he murmurs. He pokes Atticus's stomach with a finger "Why do I catch your attention out of everyone?"
"I would do nothing. It is against everything I stand for to lay a hand on you." He said truthfully.
He grabs the hand and holds it in both paws, gently feeling the bones and joints. "You're a loser. You have all that power but you'd rather wallow. I guess it's my 'I can fix them' attitude mixed with our mutual hatred of the Newbloods. You have interesting quirks, and you're a curiosity. I want to know you better."
"And yet you worship a murderess. Do you even care about her history? What she's done?" He laughs. "Or do you assume it's all bull(gp) coming from a lowly sinner like me?" He says this in a mocking tone, slowly pulling out a long rope from his coat as the statue continues to crumble... into unhallowed stone hooks.
"Hm.." He is quiet for a moment before lowering his head down. He gently bumps his lipless teeth against Atticus's stomach in some sort of morbid kiss "You are a curiosity to be me as well."
"Murder?..." he looks confused suddenly "Morgana? A murderer? Her Bibles and her verses, none of that has anything to do with murder.. Even when I was reincarnated, she was kind.."
He raises an eyebrow "Wouldnt that just... kill me? Or something similar?"
"For someone who deems themself an executioner, you know nothing of your own body." he grumbles "You have a soul, an essence, and your body. As long as your mind, the essence, is in tack, you will be fine."
"I deem myself nothing but a musician and a bad person, I was given the role of executioner, I never chose it. I have no way or removing my own soul, and with all the terrible things I've done, I've got to ask, why do you care?"
"I care because I do not want to see you wasting your life." he said "appeasing those who cant be appeased."
He looks up with his one eye. "Huh. You need to believe in yourself more. All things deserve some love. A chef loves their tools, after all. But your parents aren't artists or even craftspeople. They're animals, and should be treated as such."
Felix's eyes widen. "'Uncle?'"
"If you say such, I suppose I'll take it into consideration. Carrion was right to stab me, I'm a murderer, and should be treated as such if my parents are animals." He looks into their eye, "Why have you come here?"
"Yeah, you're Felix right?" He tilts his head "Uncle Rag mentioned you all the time."
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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.'
He raises an eyebrow "Wouldnt that just... kill me? Or something similar?"
"For someone who deems themself an executioner, you know nothing of your own body." he grumbles "You have a soul, an essence, and your body. As long as your mind, the essence, is in tack, you will be fine."
"I deem myself nothing but a musician and a bad person, I was given the role of executioner, I never chose it. I have no way or removing my own soul, and with all the terrible things I've done, I've got to ask, why do you care?"
"I care because I do not want to see you wasting your life." he said "appeasing those who cant be appeased."
"I am a murderer of hundreds, you said so yourself, my life should be deemed worth it, shouldn't it?" He asks curiously.
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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.'
He grabs the hand and holds it in both paws, gently feeling the bones and joints. "You're a loser. You have all that power but you'd rather wallow. I guess it's my 'I can fix them' attitude mixed with our mutual hatred of the Newbloods. You have interesting quirks, and you're a curiosity. I want to know you better."
"And yet you worship a murderess. Do you even care about her history? What she's done?" He laughs. "Or do you assume it's all bull(gp) coming from a lowly sinner like me?" He says this in a mocking tone, slowly pulling out a long rope from his coat as the statue continues to crumble... into unhallowed stone hooks.
"Hm.." He is quiet for a moment before lowering his head down. He gently bumps his lipless teeth against Atticus's stomach in some sort of morbid kiss "You are a curiosity to be me as well."
"Murder?..." he looks confused suddenly "Morgana? A murderer? Her Bibles and her verses, none of that has anything to do with murder.. Even when I was reincarnated, she was kind.."
He pulls Carrion's face up to meet his, breathing shallow and eye adoring. He presses his lips against Carrion's teeth and pushes his long tongue between them, the metal studs clinking against the worm's jaws. Two horrible creatures French kissing.
He laughs and pulls out a small book. A religious text made by followers of Carrion. "Maybe you should read up on what the other side has to say instead of putting blind faith in someone who murdered a family of gods for existing before her."
He raises an eyebrow "Wouldnt that just... kill me? Or something similar?"
"For someone who deems themself an executioner, you know nothing of your own body." he grumbles "You have a soul, an essence, and your body. As long as your mind, the essence, is in tack, you will be fine."
"I deem myself nothing but a musician and a bad person, I was given the role of executioner, I never chose it. I have no way or removing my own soul, and with all the terrible things I've done, I've got to ask, why do you care?"
"I care because I do not want to see you wasting your life." he said "appeasing those who cant be appeased."
"I am a murderer of hundreds, you said so yourself, my life should be deemed worth it, shouldn't it?" He asks curiously.
"You don't seem to understand what I am speaking about. Redemption, redeeming yourself from the issues you have caused."
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
He looks up with his one eye. "Huh. You need to believe in yourself more. All things deserve some love. A chef loves their tools, after all. But your parents aren't artists or even craftspeople. They're animals, and should be treated as such."
Felix's eyes widen. "'Uncle?'"
"If you say such, I suppose I'll take it into consideration. Carrion was right to stab me, I'm a murderer, and should be treated as such if my parents are animals." He looks into their eye, "Why have you come here?"
"Yeah, you're Felix right?" He tilts his head "Uncle Rag mentioned you all the time."
"Because I wanted to ask: how many bags would you like them in? They're kind of tyrannical, and I'm going to kill them. They're your parents, so you should be given the choice. Oh, and do you want them wrapped in paper or plastic?"
He nods. "Y-yeah! Wow, I didn't know Rag had a nephew. What's your name? You hungry?" He holds out a frying pan with half-cooked eggs.
He grabs the hand and holds it in both paws, gently feeling the bones and joints. "You're a loser. You have all that power but you'd rather wallow. I guess it's my 'I can fix them' attitude mixed with our mutual hatred of the Newbloods. You have interesting quirks, and you're a curiosity. I want to know you better."
"And yet you worship a murderess. Do you even care about her history? What she's done?" He laughs. "Or do you assume it's all bull(gp) coming from a lowly sinner like me?" He says this in a mocking tone, slowly pulling out a long rope from his coat as the statue continues to crumble... into unhallowed stone hooks.
"Hm.." He is quiet for a moment before lowering his head down. He gently bumps his lipless teeth against Atticus's stomach in some sort of morbid kiss "You are a curiosity to be me as well."
"Murder?..." he looks confused suddenly "Morgana? A murderer? Her Bibles and her verses, none of that has anything to do with murder.. Even when I was reincarnated, she was kind.."
He pulls Carrion's face up to meet his, breathing shallow and eye adoring. He presses his lips against Carrion's teeth and pushes his long tongue between them, the metal studs clinking against the worm's jaws. Two horrible creatures French kissing.
He laughs and pulls out a small book. A religious text made by followers of Carrion. "Maybe you should read up on what the other side has to say instead of putting blind faith in someone who murdered a family of gods for existing before her."
The inside of Carrion's mouth is not what is expected. Rows and rows and rows of humanoid teeth lined the way down his throat, five tounges like the proboscis of a blood-drinking fly. Carrion seems caught off for a moment, freezing up, before allowing Atticus to explore the disgusting cavern of his mouth.
Luciano takes it and stares at it hard, his silver eyes wavering for a moment.
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
He looks up with his one eye. "Huh. You need to believe in yourself more. All things deserve some love. A chef loves their tools, after all. But your parents aren't artists or even craftspeople. They're animals, and should be treated as such."
Felix's eyes widen. "'Uncle?'"
"If you say such, I suppose I'll take it into consideration. Carrion was right to stab me, I'm a murderer, and should be treated as such if my parents are animals." He looks into their eye, "Why have you come here?"
"Yeah, you're Felix right?" He tilts his head "Uncle Rag mentioned you all the time."
"Because I wanted to ask: how many bags would you like them in? They're kind of tyrannical, and I'm going to kill them. They're your parents, so you should be given the choice. Oh, and do you want them wrapped in paper or plastic?"
He nods. "Y-yeah! Wow, I didn't know Rag had a nephew. What's your name? You hungry?" He holds out a frying pan with half-cooked eggs.
"You are going to kill them? I guess you be careful, they are dangerous if nothing else. Paper preferably, though I'd prefer you burn down the castle with them inside, spare my brother and sister though." He gets a pained look on his face, shivering with pain.
"I'm not his blood nephew, more he's my god uncle, I'm Thorfinn and I could eat, though you don't have to feed me any." He says with a smile.
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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.'
He pulls Carrion's face up to meet his, breathing shallow and eye adoring. He presses his lips against Carrion's teeth and pushes his long tongue between them, the metal studs clinking against the worm's jaws. Two horrible creatures French kissing.
He laughs and pulls out a small book. A religious text made by followers of Carrion. "Maybe you should read up on what the other side has to say instead of putting blind faith in someone who murdered a family of gods for existing before her."
The inside of Carrion's mouth is not what is expected. Rows and rows and rows of humanoid teeth lined the way down his throat, five tounges like the proboscis of a blood-drinking fly. Carrion seems caught off for a moment, freezing up, before allowing Atticus to explore the disgusting cavern of his mouth.
Luciano takes it and stares at it hard, his silver eyes wavering for a moment.
Atticus coils his tongue around all of Carrion's, weaving it around them.
"Read." Atticus demands. Any playfulness or casual sadism is gone. He's being dead serious right now.
"I deem myself nothing but a musician and a bad person, I was given the role of executioner, I never chose it. I have no way or removing my own soul, and with all the terrible things I've done, I've got to ask, why do you care?"
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.)
He looks up with his one eye. "Huh. You need to believe in yourself more. All things deserve some love. A chef loves their tools, after all. But your parents aren't artists or even craftspeople. They're animals, and should be treated as such."
Felix's eyes widen. "'Uncle?'"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm.." He is quiet for a moment before lowering his head down. He gently bumps his lipless teeth against Atticus's stomach in some sort of morbid kiss "You are a curiosity to be me as well."
"Murder?..." he looks confused suddenly "Morgana? A murderer? Her Bibles and her verses, none of that has anything to do with murder.. Even when I was reincarnated, she was kind.."
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 care because I do not want to see you wasting your life." he said "appeasing those who cant be appeased."
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 you say such, I suppose I'll take it into consideration. Carrion was right to stab me, I'm a murderer, and should be treated as such if my parents are animals." He looks into their eye, "Why have you come here?"
"Yeah, you're Felix right?" He tilts his head "Uncle Rag mentioned you all the time."
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.)
"I am a murderer of hundreds, you said so yourself, my life should be deemed worth it, shouldn't it?" He asks curiously.
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.)
He pulls Carrion's face up to meet his, breathing shallow and eye adoring. He presses his lips against Carrion's teeth and pushes his long tongue between them, the metal studs clinking against the worm's jaws. Two horrible creatures French kissing.
He laughs and pulls out a small book. A religious text made by followers of Carrion. "Maybe you should read up on what the other side has to say instead of putting blind faith in someone who murdered a family of gods for existing before her."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You don't seem to understand what I am speaking about. Redemption, redeeming yourself from the issues you have caused."
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
(hi wendo)
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
"Redemption?" He tilts his head before nodding and bowing again "Thank you... I don't know if I can be redeemed, but I can try."
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.)
"Because I wanted to ask: how many bags would you like them in? They're kind of tyrannical, and I'm going to kill them. They're your parents, so you should be given the choice. Oh, and do you want them wrapped in paper or plastic?"
He nods. "Y-yeah! Wow, I didn't know Rag had a nephew. What's your name? You hungry?" He holds out a frying pan with half-cooked eggs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The inside of Carrion's mouth is not what is expected. Rows and rows and rows of humanoid teeth lined the way down his throat, five tounges like the proboscis of a blood-drinking fly. Carrion seems caught off for a moment, freezing up, before allowing Atticus to explore the disgusting cavern of his mouth.
Luciano takes it and stares at it hard, his silver eyes wavering for a moment.
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
(does anyone 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
"You are going to kill them? I guess you be careful, they are dangerous if nothing else. Paper preferably, though I'd prefer you burn down the castle with them inside, spare my brother and sister though." He gets a pained look on his face, shivering with pain.
"I'm not his blood nephew, more he's my god uncle, I'm Thorfinn and I could eat, though you don't have to feed me any." He says with a smile.
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.)
Carrion grumbles again and picks them up "Why do you believe you cant be redeemed?"
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 lets himself be picked up, holding his pose "There is nothing I could do that worth 573 lives."
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.)
"There is, you have to find it though." he 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
He stands back up, bowing to them again "If you believe so, I will attempt such Carrion."
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.)
Atticus coils his tongue around all of Carrion's, weaving it around them.
"Read." Atticus demands. Any playfulness or casual sadism is gone. He's being dead serious right now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods and sets them down "Thank you."
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