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[Its quiet in here. Douman, surprisingly, with all their laughing and outbursts, likes the quiet.]
[If Sheila enters, they don't even budge, just letting out a little huff.]
...Oh! Oh, hello. You may join me and gaze at the stars, if you wish.
[If Sheila enters, they don't even budge, just letting out a little huff.]
...Oh! Oh, hello. You may join me and gaze at the stars, if you wish.
[Hey, look, its a clown!]
[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]
[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]
[Its a clown who, upon seeing someone else around, frowns deeply and instantly walks very fast to try to pass them without making eye contact. Sorry. Not staying! In fact, they definitely seem to be in a hurry.]
[Try to catch this clown if you can...?]
[Goodbye, clown!
But whoever Limbo saw, it probably wasn't Sheila! Because she, too, is walking away fastly from everyone and everything. So in the end, they may just end up just barely slamming into each other while running away from memshare. It's fine? It's fine.]
But whoever Limbo saw, it probably wasn't Sheila! Because she, too, is walking away fastly from everyone and everything. So in the end, they may just end up just barely slamming into each other while running away from memshare. It's fine? It's fine.]
[Well, come on and SLAM, AND WELCOME TO THE JAM-]
[And almost as soon as they collide with one another, it happens:]
[Sorrow, despair, wraith, pain, sorrow.
In the utopia of Olympus ruled by the gods, these things should have rang out in the world. But there was laughter from a man.
A man, naked, rises from their bed of viscera, head to toe, covered in blood.
It's been a long time since they controlled their main body. At this point, that holds a moment of silence for the fallen gods of that fallen utopia. A world wherein they were given everything, including immortality. And the gods were betrayed by pathetic mortals. They can't help but to laugh at it.
That is the highest praise they can give it - mocking laughter, in the midst of flesh and blood.
Now, with the end of the gods, the end of the Crypters, the end of the Alter Egos, and even the end of themselves, they seeks to target Chaldea next. Chaldea, an organization meant on preserving the timeline of Human Order.
The beautiful carnivore - Ashiya Douman -- shall await them in their abode.
They lick their chops, like a beast after a satisfying meal, the taste of iron sharp on their tongue.
Yes, they shall await them...in the mandala of the world of hell.]
[And in the real world Douman backs off, blinking, looking altogether surprised.]
[And almost as soon as they collide with one another, it happens:]
[Sorrow, despair, wraith, pain, sorrow.
In the utopia of Olympus ruled by the gods, these things should have rang out in the world. But there was laughter from a man.
A man, naked, rises from their bed of viscera, head to toe, covered in blood.
It's been a long time since they controlled their main body. At this point, that holds a moment of silence for the fallen gods of that fallen utopia. A world wherein they were given everything, including immortality. And the gods were betrayed by pathetic mortals. They can't help but to laugh at it.
That is the highest praise they can give it - mocking laughter, in the midst of flesh and blood.
Now, with the end of the gods, the end of the Crypters, the end of the Alter Egos, and even the end of themselves, they seeks to target Chaldea next. Chaldea, an organization meant on preserving the timeline of Human Order.
The beautiful carnivore - Ashiya Douman -- shall await them in their abode.
They lick their chops, like a beast after a satisfying meal, the taste of iron sharp on their tongue.
Yes, they shall await them...in the mandala of the world of hell.]
[And in the real world Douman backs off, blinking, looking altogether surprised.]
Edited 2021-02-23 03:44 (UTC)
[Oh. Well. That just happened.
Sheila backs away, blinking rapidly. She remains silent for one, two, three beats, until—]
... Did not expect to experience that in the middle of the indulgence center. What the fuck?
[Taste of iron? On their tongue? Excuse her?]
Sheila backs away, blinking rapidly. She remains silent for one, two, three beats, until—]
... Did not expect to experience that in the middle of the indulgence center. What the fuck?
[Taste of iron? On their tongue? Excuse her?]
[They are turning away from her but as long as they aren't booking it, she will reach for them on impulse.]
Hang on, you don't have go—
[Or, rather, they won't be able to go. Because another memory will hit them like a big yellow school bus. Terrible.]
Hang on, you don't have go—
[Or, rather, they won't be able to go. Because another memory will hit them like a big yellow school bus. Terrible.]
[...Eh?]
[What?]
[Douman blinks. And then looks back at Sheila. No, no, That can't be true. They're one thing, yes, they're an inhuman human, born to eat gods, and tear through enemies like they're nothing but piles of flesh and blood, but...]
[Her?]
...You...ate someone?
[What?]
[Douman blinks. And then looks back at Sheila. No, no, That can't be true. They're one thing, yes, they're an inhuman human, born to eat gods, and tear through enemies like they're nothing but piles of flesh and blood, but...]
[Her?]
...You...ate someone?
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