“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
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Darkflame pulls out a scythe that starts to warp the air "my family are Reapers"
"and mine are 'chronomancers'." he puts air quotes around chronomancers
"worship gods?"
"gods?" he scoffs "I have no care for gods."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
She stops and turns to look at him. “What”
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
She stops and turns to look at him. “What”
"Technically 3 things. 1. what is your name 2. what is you magic and most importantly 3. can we be friends?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
She stops and turns to look at him. “What”
"Technically 3 things. 1. what is your name 2. what is you magic and most importantly 3. can we be friends?"
“I…uh…you can call me Alouette. It’s not my real name but you’ll get in trouble if you knew it. I’m not permitted to speak of my magick (weird spelling <evil grin>)” she side eyes him, trying to figure out if he’s serious about being friends. “Suuuuure.” *how old is Cyrus*
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
She stops and turns to look at him. “What”
"Technically 3 things. 1. what is your name 2. what is you magic and most importantly 3. can we be friends?"
“I…uh…you can call me Alouette. It’s not my real name but you’ll get in trouble if you knew it. I’m not permitted to speak of my magick (weird spelling <evil grin>)” she side eyes him, trying to figure out if he’s serious about being friends. “Suuuuure.” *how old is Cyrus*
*15 (i can lower it if necessary) and I recognize that spelling from somewhere.*
"Why did you drag that out for so long?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
*yes*
“Who are you?”
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
She stops and turns to look at him. “What”
"Technically 3 things. 1. what is your name 2. what is you magic and most importantly 3. can we be friends?"
“I…uh…you can call me Alouette. It’s not my real name but you’ll get in trouble if you knew it. I’m not permitted to speak of my magick (weird spelling <evil grin>)” she side eyes him, trying to figure out if he’s serious about being friends. “Suuuuure.” *how old is Cyrus*
*15 (i can lower it if necessary) and I recognize that spelling from somewhere.*
"Why did you drag that out for so long?"
*15 is perfect. It’s from the one book series whose title im blanking on rn*
”because I couldn’t tell if you were serious.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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“Please no killing each other.” The pale girl comes through a door. “It’s rather rude, don’t you know?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
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"gods?" he scoffs "I have no care for gods."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*is this you know who?*
"hello."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*yes*
“Who are you?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
"Cyrus. I saw you in his past."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
“His?” She has a melodic voice.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
"The headmaster, forgot his name." he sits down on the floor "forgot your name too."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She cocks her head. “Never gave it.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
"no need I heard him say it then looked into his past for confirmation." he lowers his voice to a whisper
"what happened to your mom?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Ah. You’re a seer then?” Her face falls. “Jacque DeMal. He’s the headmaster.”
“She found out what he does with the students, and left. Or else he did the same to her. She’s either out there and alive or dead.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
*completely missed this sry*
"What does he do to the students? Wait doesn't that include us?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She squeaks and covers her mouth. She tries to dart away.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
Slick Arsenault is looking for the cafeteria.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"wait. before you go can I ask you something?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She stops and turns to look at him. “What”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
"Technically 3 things. 1. what is your name 2. what is you magic and most importantly 3. can we be friends?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I…uh…you can call me Alouette. It’s not my real name but you’ll get in trouble if you knew it. I’m not permitted to speak of my magick (weird spelling <evil grin>)” she side eyes him, trying to figure out if he’s serious about being friends. “Suuuuure.” *how old is Cyrus*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
*15 (i can lower it if necessary) and I recognize that spelling from somewhere.*
"Why did you drag that out for so long?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*15 is perfect. It’s from the one book series whose title im blanking on rn*
”because I couldn’t tell if you were serious.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
*cut*
"Never had friends so there's no reason to joke."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow