Adam sees a young man wandering the dome. No older than 21 or so. He has a shock of messy blonde hair and vividly crimson eyes. From his left eye to his jaw, a long and thick scar runs. He wears a black and white knee length trench coat, paired with a black shirt underneath, tied together with black pants. At his right side are two swords, a katana and wakizashi. His facial expression can only be described as melancholy, as if he carries a deep sadness with him
Adam looks the man up and down, not judging, simply analyzing the form of the man before approaching, his knuckle dusters and eyes glowing softly. He carefully walks over, “Hello, welcome to the dogs, land of combat. I am… it doesn’t matter who I am. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking.”
*Back*
”Y’know, where I come from its customary to introduce the before you ask the name of another.”
He sighs “Of course, I am Adam, the first sinner. Are you happy to know that I’m one of the worst people in the world?”
“Nah. There are much worse people in the world, some of which I’ve killed. I’m Leo Sazanami, but my enemies call me Hamon.”
“I am far worse than anyone you’ve killed, because I’m the reason you had to kill them. Nice to meet you Leo, do you think you are going to need to kill anyone here?”
“That makes no sense. Assuming you are the Adam, it entirely Eve’s fault and even then, just because you’re related to them doesn’t necessarily make it your fault. And maybe, maybe not.”
Adam sees a young man wandering the dome. No older than 21 or so. He has a shock of messy blonde hair and vividly crimson eyes. From his left eye to his jaw, a long and thick scar runs. He wears a black and white knee length trench coat, paired with a black shirt underneath, tied together with black pants. At his right side are two swords, a katana and wakizashi. His facial expression can only be described as melancholy, as if he carries a deep sadness with him
Adam looks the man up and down, not judging, simply analyzing the form of the man before approaching, his knuckle dusters and eyes glowing softly. He carefully walks over, “Hello, welcome to the dogs, land of combat. I am… it doesn’t matter who I am. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking.”
*Back*
”Y’know, where I come from its customary to introduce the before you ask the name of another.”
He sighs “Of course, I am Adam, the first sinner. Are you happy to know that I’m one of the worst people in the world?”
“Nah. There are much worse people in the world, some of which I’ve killed. I’m Leo Sazanami, but my enemies call me Hamon.”
“I am far worse than anyone you’ve killed, because I’m the reason you had to kill them. Nice to meet you Leo, do you think you are going to need to kill anyone here?”
“That makes no sense. Assuming you are the Adam, it entirely Eve’s fault and even then, just because you’re related to them doesn’t necessarily make it your fault. And maybe, maybe not.”
“You weren’t there to understand the truth my friend. Eve was tricked into eating the fruit, I wasn’t.” He says, sighing “I knew it was wrong and still chose to, and I regret that choice with every passing breath.”
Adam sees a young man wandering the dome. No older than 21 or so. He has a shock of messy blonde hair and vividly crimson eyes. From his left eye to his jaw, a long and thick scar runs. He wears a black and white knee length trench coat, paired with a black shirt underneath, tied together with black pants. At his right side are two swords, a katana and wakizashi. His facial expression can only be described as melancholy, as if he carries a deep sadness with him
Adam looks the man up and down, not judging, simply analyzing the form of the man before approaching, his knuckle dusters and eyes glowing softly. He carefully walks over, “Hello, welcome to the dogs, land of combat. I am… it doesn’t matter who I am. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking.”
*Back*
”Y’know, where I come from its customary to introduce the before you ask the name of another.”
He sighs “Of course, I am Adam, the first sinner. Are you happy to know that I’m one of the worst people in the world?”
“Nah. There are much worse people in the world, some of which I’ve killed. I’m Leo Sazanami, but my enemies call me Hamon.”
“I am far worse than anyone you’ve killed, because I’m the reason you had to kill them. Nice to meet you Leo, do you think you are going to need to kill anyone here?”
“That makes no sense. Assuming you are the Adam, it entirely Eve’s fault and even then, just because you’re related to them doesn’t necessarily make it your fault. And maybe, maybe not.”
“You weren’t there to understand the truth my friend. Eve was tricked into eating the fruit, I wasn’t.” He says, sighing “I knew it was wrong and still chose to, and I regret that choice with every passing breath.”
“Who wouldn’t listen to their spouse? Your truly no worse than me, and that’s from a murderer.”
Adam sees a young man wandering the dome. No older than 21 or so. He has a shock of messy blonde hair and vividly crimson eyes. From his left eye to his jaw, a long and thick scar runs. He wears a black and white knee length trench coat, paired with a black shirt underneath, tied together with black pants. At his right side are two swords, a katana and wakizashi. His facial expression can only be described as melancholy, as if he carries a deep sadness with him
Adam looks the man up and down, not judging, simply analyzing the form of the man before approaching, his knuckle dusters and eyes glowing softly. He carefully walks over, “Hello, welcome to the dogs, land of combat. I am… it doesn’t matter who I am. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking.”
*Back*
”Y’know, where I come from its customary to introduce the before you ask the name of another.”
He sighs “Of course, I am Adam, the first sinner. Are you happy to know that I’m one of the worst people in the world?”
“Nah. There are much worse people in the world, some of which I’ve killed. I’m Leo Sazanami, but my enemies call me Hamon.”
“I am far worse than anyone you’ve killed, because I’m the reason you had to kill them. Nice to meet you Leo, do you think you are going to need to kill anyone here?”
“That makes no sense. Assuming you are the Adam, it entirely Eve’s fault and even then, just because you’re related to them doesn’t necessarily make it your fault. And maybe, maybe not.”
“You weren’t there to understand the truth my friend. Eve was tricked into eating the fruit, I wasn’t.” He says, sighing “I knew it was wrong and still chose to, and I regret that choice with every passing breath.”
“Who wouldn’t listen to their spouse? Your truly no worse than me, and that’s from a murderer.”
“If you say so, I’ll hate myself every moment, but your comforts are kind.” He sighs.
Adam sees a young man wandering the dome. No older than 21 or so. He has a shock of messy blonde hair and vividly crimson eyes. From his left eye to his jaw, a long and thick scar runs. He wears a black and white knee length trench coat, paired with a black shirt underneath, tied together with black pants. At his right side are two swords, a katana and wakizashi. His facial expression can only be described as melancholy, as if he carries a deep sadness with him
Adam looks the man up and down, not judging, simply analyzing the form of the man before approaching, his knuckle dusters and eyes glowing softly. He carefully walks over, “Hello, welcome to the dogs, land of combat. I am… it doesn’t matter who I am. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking.”
*Back*
”Y’know, where I come from its customary to introduce the before you ask the name of another.”
He sighs “Of course, I am Adam, the first sinner. Are you happy to know that I’m one of the worst people in the world?”
“Nah. There are much worse people in the world, some of which I’ve killed. I’m Leo Sazanami, but my enemies call me Hamon.”
“I am far worse than anyone you’ve killed, because I’m the reason you had to kill them. Nice to meet you Leo, do you think you are going to need to kill anyone here?”
“That makes no sense. Assuming you are the Adam, it entirely Eve’s fault and even then, just because you’re related to them doesn’t necessarily make it your fault. And maybe, maybe not.”
“You weren’t there to understand the truth my friend. Eve was tricked into eating the fruit, I wasn’t.” He says, sighing “I knew it was wrong and still chose to, and I regret that choice with every passing breath.”
“Who wouldn’t listen to their spouse? Your truly no worse than me, and that’s from a murderer.”
“If you say so, I’ll hate myself every moment, but your comforts are kind.” He sighs.
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
“Oh I was just copying what you were doing, simply curious. That’s an interesting ability you have.” He begins to eat his fruit salad, a unique fruit in there that isn’t in theirs.
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
“Oh I was just copying what you were doing, simply curious. That’s an interesting ability you have.” He begins to eat his fruit salad, a unique fruit in there that isn’t in theirs.
“I’ve got a ton. That one’s called The Storehouse. What’s with that fruit?”
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
“Oh I was just copying what you were doing, simply curious. That’s an interesting ability you have.” He begins to eat his fruit salad, a unique fruit in there that isn’t in theirs.
“I’ve got a ton. That one’s called The Storehouse. What’s with that fruit?”
“Only one I could keep from the garden.” He sighs “Ironically the one that got me kicked out in the first place.”
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
“Oh I was just copying what you were doing, simply curious. That’s an interesting ability you have.” He begins to eat his fruit salad, a unique fruit in there that isn’t in theirs.
“I’ve got a ton. That one’s called The Storehouse. What’s with that fruit?”
“Only one I could keep from the garden.” He sighs “Ironically the one that got me kicked out in the first place.”
“Oooh. The Forbidden Fruit. What does it taste like?”
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
“Oh I was just copying what you were doing, simply curious. That’s an interesting ability you have.” He begins to eat his fruit salad, a unique fruit in there that isn’t in theirs.
“I’ve got a ton. That one’s called The Storehouse. What’s with that fruit?”
“Only one I could keep from the garden.” He sighs “Ironically the one that got me kicked out in the first place.”
“Oooh. The Forbidden Fruit. What does it taste like?”
“It tastes like…” he ponders the question before beginning to speak in a language they cannot comprehend and yet always knew “That’s what it tastes like.”👍
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“That makes no sense. Assuming you are the Adam, it entirely Eve’s fault and even then, just because you’re related to them doesn’t necessarily make it your fault. And maybe, maybe not.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“You weren’t there to understand the truth my friend. Eve was tricked into eating the fruit, I wasn’t.” He says, sighing “I knew it was wrong and still chose to, and I regret that choice with every passing breath.”
“Who wouldn’t listen to their spouse? Your truly no worse than me, and that’s from a murderer.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“If you say so, I’ll hate myself every moment, but your comforts are kind.” He sighs.
“Self loathing isn’t good for you.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Cut*
“Neither is murder, I don’t think you are allowed to give enough advice. It just happens though I suppose, you aren’t in the wrong.”
He snickers “You got a point there. Though most of the time law enforcement turns a blind eye.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Who said the law is perfect either. Humanity isn’t perfect.” He walks over to the wall of the dome, making a meal “Hungry?”
“Yeah. Haven’t eaten in a minute.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He begins to make them a fruit salad for them, the irony not lost on them.
“A lesser man would make a joke about this, but I have integrity.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“A lesser man would be a funnier one.” He says with a smile, handing him the salad.
“Thanks.” He reaches into the air where an inky black spot floats. He puts his hand into the spot and pulls out a fork, starting to eat his food
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Adam begins to make his own food, although his eyes do glow as he copies their movements, creating their own black spot, although nothing comes out.
“You need a pocket dimension for it to work.” He says in between bites “Then you need to put stuff in it. Then you have to focus a part of your subconscious into maintaining it so anything inside doesn’t cease to exist.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Oh I was just copying what you were doing, simply curious. That’s an interesting ability you have.” He begins to eat his fruit salad, a unique fruit in there that isn’t in theirs.
“I’ve got a ton. That one’s called The Storehouse. What’s with that fruit?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Only one I could keep from the garden.” He sighs “Ironically the one that got me kicked out in the first place.”
“Oooh. The Forbidden Fruit. What does it taste like?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“It tastes like…” he ponders the question before beginning to speak in a language they cannot comprehend and yet always knew “That’s what it tastes like.”👍