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.
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
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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.
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
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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.
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
Raigan is in the courtyard looking for a good fight.
Peony is in the courtyard looking at some roses
He turns "Hey! Person that pretends to be happy! Want to fight?"
"No!" she gets startled by him
He sighs "What are you doing then?"
"Gardening?"
"BORING. No one wants to fight. I'm so bored." He says tapping his bat on his shoulder
"Fine." She waves her hand and grassroots start etangling his legs
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
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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.
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
"You knew him? And you're just learning now? Pendejo! That happened like two days ago!" She realizes she shouldn't be yelling at him. She sighs and sits next to him.
Raigan is in the courtyard looking for a good fight.
Peony is in the courtyard looking at some roses
He turns "Hey! Person that pretends to be happy! Want to fight?"
"No!" she gets startled by him
He sighs "What are you doing then?"
"Gardening?"
"BORING. No one wants to fight. I'm so bored." He says tapping his bat on his shoulder
"Fine." She waves her hand and grassroots start etangling his legs
His legs sit ablaze and turn the grass "Not that easy little pal."
She throws a potion at him, and it soaks him. It seems to have no other effect
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
"You knew him? And you're just learning now? Pendejo! That happened like two days ago!" She realizes she shouldn't be yelling at him. She sighs and sits next to him.
"there's no way. he can't be dead. he's too strong to die." his attention shifts "how can I call myself a seer. my friend died and not only did I not know I didn't know until now. I could have done something I could have helped I could have been there." he seems to be spiraling
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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.
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
"You knew him? And you're just learning now? Pendejo! That happened like two days ago!" She realizes she shouldn't be yelling at him. She sighs and sits next to him.
"there's no way. he can't be dead. he's too strong to die." his attention shifts "how can I call myself a seer. my friend died and not only did I not know I didn't know until now. I could have done something I could have helped I could have been there." he seems to be spiraling
She has no idea what to say. "...Uhhhh...His body's still in some corridor, carino. Everybody's saying nobody can move it. Soooo you can still see him...?"
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
"You knew him? And you're just learning now? Pendejo! That happened like two days ago!" She realizes she shouldn't be yelling at him. She sighs and sits next to him.
"there's no way. he can't be dead. he's too strong to die." his attention shifts "how can I call myself a seer. my friend died and not only did I not know I didn't know until now. I could have done something I could have helped I could have been there." he seems to be spiraling
She has no idea what to say. "...Uhhhh...His body's still in some corridor, carino. Everybody's saying nobody can move it. Soooo you can still see him...?"
"My friend died, and you want me to look at his dead body?"
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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.
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
"You knew him? And you're just learning now? Pendejo! That happened like two days ago!" She realizes she shouldn't be yelling at him. She sighs and sits next to him.
"there's no way. he can't be dead. he's too strong to die." his attention shifts "how can I call myself a seer. my friend died and not only did I not know I didn't know until now. I could have done something I could have helped I could have been there." he seems to be spiraling
She has no idea what to say. "...Uhhhh...His body's still in some corridor, carino. Everybody's saying nobody can move it. Soooo you can still see him...?"
"My friend died, and you want me to look at his dead body?"
She shrugs. "I dunno. I'm no therapist."
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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
"Sweet. You walking or d'you want a ride?"
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As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
Cyrus is wandering around the courtyard
Neve is working in the forges
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Stella runs into Cyrus. "Oh, sorry! Uh...are you a younger student?" She looks panicked.
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
"It's fine. I bump into people all the time. And depends on your definition of younger."
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Stella's one of the most popular older students. Cyrus might have seen her around. She's about 17. "Uhhh. Like...the same year as those two students who died?"
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
"What 2 that died?" he looks confused "who died?"
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I heard there was a crazy murderer with red hair and a really buff kid with puffy black bangs. My hermano bebe's in the same year as them and I wanna make sure he's okay."
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
"Fine." She waves her hand and grassroots start etangling his legs
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Raigan is in the courtyard, slamming his fists again the walls.
Slick is still waiting, cleaning Rain's old armor.
James is in his room, adding giant R's to the room.
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
His legs sit ablaze and turn the grass "Not that easy little pal."
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
"Puffy black bangs..." he sits down "rain is dead? how? rain can't be dead." he curls up in a ball and starts rocking back and forth, tears streaming down his face
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"You knew him? And you're just learning now? Pendejo! That happened like two days ago!" She realizes she shouldn't be yelling at him. She sighs and sits next to him.
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
She throws a potion at him, and it soaks him. It seems to have no other effect
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Why did you throw that on me?" Raigan sits and slaps his own head "What was I thinking, I don't fight women."
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
"there's no way. he can't be dead. he's too strong to die." his attention shifts "how can I call myself a seer. my friend died and not only did I not know I didn't know until now. I could have done something I could have helped I could have been there." he seems to be spiraling
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
She has no idea what to say. "...Uhhhh...His body's still in some corridor, carino. Everybody's saying nobody can move it. Soooo you can still see him...?"
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
"My friend died, and you want me to look at his dead body?"
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Just making sure this is noticed.*
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
She shrugs. "I dunno. I'm no therapist."
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As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED