The Graveyard of Lost Souls

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

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 “I-I’m really sorry, man.” 

 "It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."

 “It’s not your fault either.” 

 "Aye, it is.."

 “No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.” 

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 “I-I’m really sorry, man.” 

 "It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."

 “It’s not your fault either.” 

 "Aye, it is.."

 “No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.” 

 "I suppose. He did not survive very long after that, though."

 “You killed him?” 

*Want to rp with my new character?* 

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

 “One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar. 

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

 “One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar. 

 “Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”

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 “I-I’m really sorry, man.” 

 "It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."

 “It’s not your fault either.” 

 "Aye, it is.."

 “No it’s not. It was a small incident. It was the person who killed her’s fault for her dying.” 

 "I suppose. He did not survive very long after that, though."

 “You killed him?” 

*Want to rp with my new character?* 

 "Aye. What else does one do when their wife is killed?"

*ehh I need to make a new one first.*

 “Mourn for a bit and then forgive the person?” 

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

 “One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar. 

 “Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”

 “Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head. 

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 “Mourn for a bit and then forgive the person?” 

 "No. Stupid way of thinking. You fight back, take revenge for what was lost. Which is how wars are fought. And won."

*Ooooh what if I brought my one DAO boy here??*

 “That’s not how it worked on earth.” 

*Who was he?* 

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

 “One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar. 

 “Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”

 “Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head. 

 “Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

 “One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar. 

 “Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”

 “Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head. 

 “Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”

 “Torture? I’m just experimenting on them. After my successful experiment with controlling rats, I’ve decided that next I’ll control a more powerful force-ghosts.” 

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 “Mourn for a bit and then forgive the person?” 

 "No. Stupid way of thinking. You fight back, take revenge for what was lost. Which is how wars are fought. And won."

*Ooooh what if I brought my one DAO boy here??*

 “That’s not how it worked on earth.” 

*Who was he?* 

 "You do know I am not from your earth, yes?"

*lil goober. gay Twink, turned into a fox. Not much unlike Tekka. Speaking of, is vinstreb still a thing?*

 “Earth had a fairer law system.” 

*A little bit, people still rp there sometimes. Reached 200, happy.* 

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An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. 

 *arch has the leader of the Soulhunters, we really need to get them on here*

 *Yes please! RP with mine for now? I’m thinking he’s some kind of scientist who captures souls to experiment on them and has no moral compass whatsoever.* 

 Fanny approaches the boy, “You’re one of them, aren’t you.”

 “One of the soul hunters? Yes. I am.” He smiles at her charmingly. “And you, my friend, would make an excellent edition to my collection. Don’t you agree, my dear?” He asks the jar in his hand. It bangs violently on the jar. 

 “Good luck fitting me in a jar, sweetheart,” Fanny says wryly, “As for you, I don’t like Soulhunters taking my charges.”

 “Ah, I’ll just have to find a bigger way to contain you. Know any souls big enough to fit in this jar?” He asks, showing her a large jar the size of his head. 

 “Love, I’m a Mourner and I’ve been here long enough that you won’t be able to just trap me. *arch has some fun conspiracies the Soulhunters believe about Fanny and the Graveyard* But, you think I’m going to let you, let alone help you, torture those I watch over?”

 “Torture? I’m just experimenting on them. After my successful experiment with controlling rats, I’ve decided that next I’ll control a more powerful force-ghosts.” 

 “If you’re looking for ghosts, you won’t find them here. We only have Souls, I don’t like ghosts, they’re annoying. Always mounting about one thing or another”