A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
"I dont want to talk about it."
"I won't push then"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
"I dont want to talk about it."
"I won't push then"
He nods a bit, messing with the hilt of his sword
"so where have you been?"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
"I dont want to talk about it."
"I won't push then"
He nods a bit, messing with the hilt of his sword
"so where have you been?"
"In the ancient lands." he murmurs.
"I don't know where that is"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
"I dont want to talk about it."
"I won't push then"
He nods a bit, messing with the hilt of his sword
"so where have you been?"
"In the ancient lands." he murmurs.
"I don't know where that is"
"Greece."
"what did you find out there?"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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"Whaddya need Luna?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"I dont want to talk about it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I won't push then"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He nods a bit, messing with the hilt of his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"so where have you been?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"In the ancient lands." he murmurs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't know where that is"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Greece."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what did you find out there?"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"That i had to go to Rome..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"and what was in rome?"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Something i do not wanna talk about."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"ok"
(brb)
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Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Thomas paces nervously.
*kk*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Are you waiting for someone"
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Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky