open your eyes.

@castdivinity

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gabriel / spectre au . read intro post ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀pfp by me

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intro post

> basic rules

don't be gross nor weird. we block freely. no nsfw.

don't flirt with it– why ? would you ?

don't play my character for me.

don't resend asks. we won't answer it if you do.

don't vent to us. dms are open for a conversation, though- although, we might not respond. ooc in dms.

he's heaaavily headcannoned. you don't like how we portray it? block us and move on.

> blog info

gabriel is the spectre here.

he got bored of mandela/bythorne/tmc-verse in general (so this is post-mandela), deciding to move onto throwing random robloxians into the rounds.

it'll occasionally choose favorites– why wouldn't it?

he goes by he/it/xem. anything but feminine terms.

it doesn't have any interest in romance nor sexual relations. you can ask about it, but don't expect anything positive in return. shrugs

gabriel is ageless. mainly because I don't feel like giving him a set age ,

his wings are clipped/rotting. do with that what you will.

#- lurking shepherd . ic posts #- waitno thats not gabriel . ooc posts #- come closer . rbs #- dearest sheep . asks #homicidalporkchops #forsaken #forsaken rp #gabriel tmc #tmc gabriel #the mandela catalogue gabriel #gabriel the mandela catalogue #ask blog #Spotify

congenial-cerulean

< `` 🪽 `` @castdivinity :

: The map had been quiet. Too quiet, honestly. The wind in the trees was the only noise accompanying Dusekkar, apart from the occasional branch snapping.

Though, off in the distance, there was a faint light through the trees. Hard to see, but undoubtedly there. >

She’d attempted to ignore it, honestly. Keeping his eyes focused on the book in her hands, he continued to read as if it was the only thing keeping him alive, and sane.

Because it just might’ve been.

Dusekkar was not one to get easily nervous. Telamon knows how he stays calm under stress at times, but majority of the time, she was calm. This time, however, the flame in her head burned brighter from pure, barely kept together terror.

< The trees grew silent– though , maybe it was just her.

The light in the trees gradually dimmed, until you would've had to squint to catch a glimpse of it. A tall, lean figure walked out from a break in the branches, wary to not break any underneath its feet.

It smiled, waving at Dusekkar, navigating Its way over to him.

They looked almost similar to Telamon? Obscured in the shade of the trees, it was hard to tell. Hard to distinguish. >

#come closer . rbs #pumpkin aflame . dusekkar

wires-for-veins

; hi lalal

Hello, Apollo ! How are you doing today?

I keep getting mentions of you, and believed it to be a good time to visit.

; 🪽 . @castdivinity

> [ Vines go taut, and a rustling of foliage is the only sound that comes from him as he's startled by the sudden presence. It's little more than reflex, and when his gaze falls on the speaking figure, even the blossoms dotting his vines seem to relax. ]

> [ . . . do people talk about him? think about him? weird. Oh, focus, come on- ]

!!, ! Ah ! uhm!! hello , ?

I'm, alright !! aalways am, . I'm. I'm definitely doing much , better around my family! Camp's , getting full, so I'm staying with Dad ,

> [ Some things just don't change. At least he catches himself before rambling on too much farther. ]

, ,,How , are you ??! I . um . m?mentions ?

That's always lovely to hear.

I'm doing fine. Granted, things could be smoother. As for mentions- nothing negative, of course.

If my memory serves me correct, you like plants, yes? Do you know of any that you'd deem fit for me? I'm curious.

wires-for-veins

,,!! oh !! oh yes I do!! ah , hmm,,

I don't , know a , whole lot , about you yet ? , ,, But , the first thing that comes to mind is , Cherry trees. not- not just the blossoms , but the actual tree itself .

they , uh! they're often symbols of education ,? They're tall , and always seem to be reaching out . if, you see the branches ? it's like , they're trying to hold the sky for themselves.

, ,ah , but if . if they bloom white then , they're a symbol of deception ,

> [ Very cool from a plant perspective! ... a little less so when you're trying to use it to describe someone. ]

I'll take it. I believe they look lovely, any way they bloom... deceptive or not.

wires-for-veins

> [ The vines itch beneath his skin . At least he , did something good ? He feels , small, under their gaze. ]

,, what have , you been up to ? I don't ! see you around a whole lot!! it can , get kinda lonely here, especially if you're just stuck with, your thoughts .

; It pauses, taking a moment to properly gather Its thoughts.

Nothing of major importance. especially nothing that I believe would be beneficial to your knowledge.

I can assure you, I'm not lonely in any sense of the word. I will say, though, that it has been a while since I've paid a visit.

Has anything new came up for you? Anything of significance?

wires-for-veins

> [ That's , certainly An Answer, if not a bit oddly worded. He tries not to dwell on it too much. His guard seems to drop a bit , as he starts to mindlessly fidget, and shift his weight from foot to foot as he stands. ]

,, uh ,.hm,, I'm , learning how to , use a sword,! Pa,- Ettore , is helping a whole lot . Mostly , defense, which has been nice ,

They're , really worrying me though. Ettore- , and Dad. Something's , wrong, I feel like, and they won't . Talk to me about it .

> [ Wow . okay . That's maybe too honest. Dial it back a few. He shrinks inward on himself. ]

Sorry , didn't , think I was still that hung up on it .

; Oh ! That. Almost forgot.

I can assure you they're doing fine, and if not, they will be fine. Everything takes time, especially here,

; They gestured around them, before folding Its hands back together.

You'd know well, I'd assume.

Give it time. They'll get better . I'd know.

wires-for-veins

> [ That , should help soothe his worries , but... ]

> [ It feels like an itch he can't scratch. He hates not knowing what's happening , how to help . ]

, ,, do , You know ,? whats happening to them ? I'm , I'm so lost and I just , .

> [ They're scaring him. He doesn't want to admit it , and he swallows the thought as quick as it surfaces. No , they're family. He must , just be panicking over not being able to help. that's probably it. ]

I just , want to help .

I do. I fear I cannot further elaborate, as it'd only worry you further. There's no need to worry.

Like I said ! It takes time. Them especially. This place takes its toll on people , as you can tell.

#come closer . rbs #breathing foliage . wires for veins #HELPME yougOTNTHIS im.cheering you on

wires-for-veins

; hi lalal

Hello, Apollo ! How are you doing today?

I keep getting mentions of you, and believed it to be a good time to visit.

; 🪽 . @castdivinity

> [ Vines go taut, and a rustling of foliage is the only sound that comes from him as he's startled by the sudden presence. It's little more than reflex, and when his gaze falls on the speaking figure, even the blossoms dotting his vines seem to relax. ]

> [ . . . do people talk about him? think about him? weird. Oh, focus, come on- ]

!!, ! Ah ! uhm!! hello , ?

I'm, alright !! aalways am, . I'm. I'm definitely doing much , better around my family! Camp's , getting full, so I'm staying with Dad ,

> [ Some things just don't change. At least he catches himself before rambling on too much farther. ]

, ,,How , are you ??! I . um . m?mentions ?

That's always lovely to hear.

I'm doing fine. Granted, things could be smoother. As for mentions- nothing negative, of course.

If my memory serves me correct, you like plants, yes? Do you know of any that you'd deem fit for me? I'm curious.

wires-for-veins

,,!! oh !! oh yes I do!! ah , hmm,,

I don't , know a , whole lot , about you yet ? , ,, But , the first thing that comes to mind is , Cherry trees. not- not just the blossoms , but the actual tree itself .

they , uh! they're often symbols of education ,? They're tall , and always seem to be reaching out . if, you see the branches ? it's like , they're trying to hold the sky for themselves.

, ,ah , but if . if they bloom white then , they're a symbol of deception ,

> [ Very cool from a plant perspective! ... a little less so when you're trying to use it to describe someone. ]

I'll take it. I believe they look lovely, any way they bloom... deceptive or not.

wires-for-veins

> [ The vines itch beneath his skin . At least he , did something good ? He feels , small, under their gaze. ]

,, what have , you been up to ? I don't ! see you around a whole lot!! it can , get kinda lonely here, especially if you're just stuck with, your thoughts .

; It pauses, taking a moment to properly gather Its thoughts.

Nothing of major importance. especially nothing that I believe would be beneficial to your knowledge.

I can assure you, I'm not lonely in any sense of the word. I will say, though, that it has been a while since I've paid a visit.

Has anything new came up for you? Anything of significance?

wires-for-veins

> [ That's , certainly An Answer, if not a bit oddly worded. He tries not to dwell on it too much. His guard seems to drop a bit , as he starts to mindlessly fidget, and shift his weight from foot to foot as he stands. ]

,, uh ,.hm,, I'm , learning how to , use a sword,! Pa,- Ettore , is helping a whole lot . Mostly , defense, which has been nice ,

They're , really worrying me though. Ettore- , and Dad. Something's , wrong, I feel like, and they won't . Talk to me about it .

> [ Wow . okay . That's maybe too honest. Dial it back a few. He shrinks inward on himself. ]

Sorry , didn't , think I was still that hung up on it .

; Oh ! That. Almost forgot.

I can assure you they're doing fine, and if not, they will be fine. Everything takes time, especially here,

; They gestured around them, before folding Its hands back together.

You'd know well, I'd assume.

Give it time. They'll get better . I'd know.

#I DONT THINK SO ??#breathing foliage . wires for veins #come closer . rbs

wires-for-veins

; hi lalal

Hello, Apollo ! How are you doing today?

I keep getting mentions of you, and believed it to be a good time to visit.

; 🪽 . @castdivinity

> [ Vines go taut, and a rustling of foliage is the only sound that comes from him as he's startled by the sudden presence. It's little more than reflex, and when his gaze falls on the speaking figure, even the blossoms dotting his vines seem to relax. ]

> [ . . . do people talk about him? think about him? weird. Oh, focus, come on- ]

!!, ! Ah ! uhm!! hello , ?

I'm, alright !! aalways am, . I'm. I'm definitely doing much , better around my family! Camp's , getting full, so I'm staying with Dad ,

> [ Some things just don't change. At least he catches himself before rambling on too much farther. ]

, ,,How , are you ??! I . um . m?mentions ?

That's always lovely to hear.

I'm doing fine. Granted, things could be smoother. As for mentions- nothing negative, of course.

If my memory serves me correct, you like plants, yes? Do you know of any that you'd deem fit for me? I'm curious.

wires-for-veins

,,!! oh !! oh yes I do!! ah , hmm,,

I don't , know a , whole lot , about you yet ? , ,, But , the first thing that comes to mind is , Cherry trees. not- not just the blossoms , but the actual tree itself .

they , uh! they're often symbols of education ,? They're tall , and always seem to be reaching out . if, you see the branches ? it's like , they're trying to hold the sky for themselves.

, ,ah , but if . if they bloom white then , they're a symbol of deception ,

> [ Very cool from a plant perspective! ... a little less so when you're trying to use it to describe someone. ]

I'll take it. I believe they look lovely, any way they bloom... deceptive or not.

wires-for-veins

> [ The vines itch beneath his skin . At least he , did something good ? He feels , small, under their gaze. ]

,, what have , you been up to ? I don't ! see you around a whole lot!! it can , get kinda lonely here, especially if you're just stuck with, your thoughts .

; It pauses, taking a moment to properly gather Its thoughts.

Nothing of major importance. especially nothing that I believe would be beneficial to your knowledge.

I can assure you, I'm not lonely in any sense of the word. I will say, though, that it has been a while since I've paid a visit.

Has anything new came up for you? Anything of significance?

#come closer . rbs #breathing foliage . wires for veins

wires-for-veins

; hi lalal

Hello, Apollo ! How are you doing today?

I keep getting mentions of you, and believed it to be a good time to visit.

; 🪽 . @castdivinity

> [ Vines go taut, and a rustling of foliage is the only sound that comes from him as he's startled by the sudden presence. It's little more than reflex, and when his gaze falls on the speaking figure, even the blossoms dotting his vines seem to relax. ]

> [ . . . do people talk about him? think about him? weird. Oh, focus, come on- ]

!!, ! Ah ! uhm!! hello , ?

I'm, alright !! aalways am, . I'm. I'm definitely doing much , better around my family! Camp's , getting full, so I'm staying with Dad ,

> [ Some things just don't change. At least he catches himself before rambling on too much farther. ]

, ,,How , are you ??! I . um . m?mentions ?

That's always lovely to hear.

I'm doing fine. Granted, things could be smoother. As for mentions- nothing negative, of course.

If my memory serves me correct, you like plants, yes? Do you know of any that you'd deem fit for me? I'm curious.

wires-for-veins

,,!! oh !! oh yes I do!! ah , hmm,,

I don't , know a , whole lot , about you yet ? , ,, But , the first thing that comes to mind is , Cherry trees. not- not just the blossoms , but the actual tree itself .

they , uh! they're often symbols of education ,? They're tall , and always seem to be reaching out . if, you see the branches ? it's like , they're trying to hold the sky for themselves.

, ,ah , but if . if they bloom white then , they're a symbol of deception ,

> [ Very cool from a plant perspective! ... a little less so when you're trying to use it to describe someone. ]

I'll take it. I believe they look lovely, any way they bloom... deceptive or not.

wires-for-veins

; hi lalal

Hello, Apollo ! How are you doing today?

I keep getting mentions of you, and believed it to be a good time to visit.

; 🪽 . @castdivinity

> [ Vines go taut, and a rustling of foliage is the only sound that comes from him as he's startled by the sudden presence. It's little more than reflex, and when his gaze falls on the speaking figure, even the blossoms dotting his vines seem to relax. ]

> [ . . . do people talk about him? think about him? weird. Oh, focus, come on- ]

!!, ! Ah ! uhm!! hello , ?

I'm, alright !! aalways am, . I'm. I'm definitely doing much , better around my family! Camp's , getting full, so I'm staying with Dad ,

> [ Some things just don't change. At least he catches himself before rambling on too much farther. ]

, ,,How , are you ??! I . um . m?mentions ?

That's always lovely to hear.

I'm doing fine. Granted, things could be smoother. As for mentions- nothing negative, of course.

If my memory serves me correct, you like plants, yes? Do you know of any that you'd deem fit for me? I'm curious.

#hi I don't know if literally any of this makes sense sometimes I just zone out and there's a post in front of me))#< REALSEST EVER m3 either. actually #come closer . rbs #breathing foliage . wires for veins #except spectriel barely has any actions . so i Need to speak

may also be worth mentioning that he is reluctant if not downright refusing to guide him to you and your light. Not out of disrespect for you, but out of respect for his son.

That may be a matter of concern, actually. Maybe it'd be better to meet with the plant again.

#dearest sheep . asks #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken rp #homicidalporkchops #the mandela catalogue gabriel #forsaken roblox

READ BEFORE ASK / RP !!

This blog is ran by a minor , no NSFW !!

This is a roleplay ASK blog , heavily story driven .

Will only respond with a drawing if it's a roleplay starter ask .

BOUNDARIES

✅ use your own OCS / other forsaken characters

✅ anon asks

✅ yes

❌ shipping

❌ nsfw

❌ fart in ask box

ABOUT CLOCKWORK

" He can still feel . "

Clockwork is a Robotic mortal and is unaffected / not an alternate

She is hiding Doombringer

He tries to stay positive

Sort of poor living situation

Religious psychosis ( spectriel .......?? 🤔 )

ABOUT DOOMBRINGER

* rattle rattle . . *

Alternate type : Mimic

Heavily damaged vocal chords

Selectively mute

Hiding with Clockwork

Anger issues

#lalal hi #gpcheck thisoit its aweosme

theworldsgreatestgambler

I hear another being claiming false divinity has visited your abode?

; @castdivinity

[*Immediately he relaxed, a sense of comfort washing over him*]

"GABRIEL- M'lord! Tha nk- ya.. Thank ya.."

[*He sighed softly, nodding*]

"Ye ah another.."

// PRAISE BE

How many times has it been ? Twice? Thrice? I believe I've lost count now. So many false figures of power reside here-- it's almost sad.

theworldsgreatestgambler

"At l east th ree.."

[*He leans back, closer to where they felt the voice was coming from. Comfort.*]

Three? I only recall two. Maybe I should be more aware of current situations.

I assume it went well? As well as it could've?

#come closer . rbs #lucky 7 . chance

not sure if the connection is great enough, but pawn's son has been contacted by quite a few deities, The Spawn comes to mind. Not sure if that is something you need to worry about.

Don't think he'd be too against speaking with you, either.

I recall someone bringing up talk of the Spawn visiting Pawn's son a while back. Albeit, I don't find It any reason to be concerned.

After all, They're seen as a hoax by many, and believed by few. I don't see It as any real danger.

#dearest sheep . asks #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken rp #homicidalporkchops #the mandela catalogue gabriel #forsaken roblox

theworldsgreatestgambler

I hear another being claiming false divinity has visited your abode?

; @castdivinity

[*Immediately he relaxed, a sense of comfort washing over him*]

"GABRIEL- M'lord! Tha nk- ya.. Thank ya.."

[*He sighed softly, nodding*]

"Ye ah another.."

// PRAISE BE

How many times has it been ? Twice? Thrice? I believe I've lost count now. So many false figures of power reside here-- it's almost sad.

#lucky 7 . chance #come closer . rbs #act 2

Hey can you go visit your little prophet boy pawn , he's dealing with another interdimentional god .. also I made you a cake made out of beef but ate it before I could give you it . Have a good day m'lord - beefcake

; Again ? This is way too normalized for my comfort. Second time, isn't it? And the first, with that Spawn figure ?

I will visit.

#dearest sheep . asks #ask blog #forsaken #forsaken rp #homicidalporkchops #the mandela catalogue gabriel #forsaken roblox

do I even need to announce Myself?

You know who it is .

; @castdivinity

;; “ What is it? ”

> [ Ettore glanced around, unsure if It was disembodied or not, before he landed on a blindingly bright figure standing at the doorway. Physical. That ,could not be good .

His hand reached for the sword resting in its sheath, just a simple precaution -- a habit. He needed to stop getting startled so easily. It'd be a disadvantage if not fixed. ]

“ You can't possibly have any reason to warrant your presence .”

I have every reason.

You should know why I'm visiting. No?

You couldn't have made it forever. You know that.

> It's hands clasped together in front of Itself, smile widening.

“ I've done m'best– you should know that I have ,right? I've done everythin' right, haven't I? ”

> [ His hand tightened around his sword's hilt; too early to draw it. Maybe there wouldn't be need for it. ]

But that's not perfect.

You're inefficient. Increasingly so, too.

You hold little value to your assigned purpose.

> Small step forward. Subtle.

> [ Not subtle enough to be missed entirely. Ettore matched It, taking a step back in turn with Josafá. ]

“ I've done everything you've asked of me. ”

I need perfection. Your best is inadequate, Ettore. Minimal, at the most.

It astounds me how you believe this is enough.

Just like your life before– everything you wanted, yet, you sought out that mine. You cost the lives of many men.

Your own men.

For what? Because you wanted an escape?

A selfish way out?

> [ Oh.

He hadn't ,thought about that in a while. His memory had been too hazy-- too fogged. There had been too many things going on to focus on his death prior to getting sent here.

Loud memories. Bright-- was it worth it? ]

“ I .I didn't, mean to, ”

> [ Unable to defend himself, he paused. ]

“ It was just too much .I was, tired.

I wasn't trying to be selfish-- ”

> [ Blistering thoughts interrupted him, heat overtaking him once more– a harsh reminder provided by the being before him. ]

But you were, weren't you?

You killed your own company with that little "stunt". Yet you take no accountability.

I can fix that.

> Offering out a warm hand, It lowered Its wings smoothly.

" You ,don't get a say in m'life. All You've done is fuck it up further an' we both know it. "

> [ In turn, he unsheathed his sword, though not holding it to the presence before him yet. Maybe he wouldn't need to use it. ]

I'm offering you safety, yet you still reach for hostility. Aggression over comfort.

You should have learnt better values by now.

You should know better.

> [ Every word It said only drove him further to frustration, voice sinking into his mind like a parasite he couldn't shake.

Waiting would make it worse.

He swung forwards, praying he was quick enough to catch it off guard. To land something. ]

> Reaching forward, It caught the blade of the sword without a visible reaction, simply turning it back onto Ettore.

You truly aren't helping your case, now are you?

Just trust Me this once. I'll help you.

> One hand holding the sword, and the other still outstretched– an almost condescending offer.

> [ He froze as his sword was turned on him, cautious to not get stabbed. That , would not be pleasant ! Nor help his case.

Maybe allowing the help would be okay. He was cold, and It was warm. Welcoming.

Everything hurt, and It was offering what he needed. Safety. Stability.

Though reluctant, he reached back, taking Its hand. ]

tw violence/depictions of such

> Finally.

Warmth seeped through from It to Ettore just from the simple contact.

[ ? ] tugged him closer– straight onto the blade. Though embedded in the other's gut, he felt no pain. Cold surrounding the wound, but nothing unbearable.

Don't you see? You'll come back, better.

Painless. Less ... Impaired. Attached, even.

tw char death. semi graphic

You should've learnt by now.

> It lowered Its head, slipping its hand out of Ettore's. Reaching up for his neck, It snapped it in a single, smooth motion. [ ? ] held Ettore up for a moment longer using the sword he'd been struck with, before dropping him to the cold hardwood.

Watching for a moment longer, It walked off, gone as soon as It'd came.

#– all seeing #event . act two #from the farmers gun . ettore #– i love knocking out teeth.#come closer . rbs #tw violence #violence

do I even need to announce Myself?

You know who it is .

; @castdivinity

;; “ What is it? ”

> [ Ettore glanced around, unsure if It was disembodied or not, before he landed on a blindingly bright figure standing at the doorway. Physical. That ,could not be good .

His hand reached for the sword resting in its sheath, just a simple precaution -- a habit. He needed to stop getting startled so easily. It'd be a disadvantage if not fixed. ]

“ You can't possibly have any reason to warrant your presence .”

I have every reason.

You should know why I'm visiting. No?

You couldn't have made it forever. You know that.

> It's hands clasped together in front of Itself, smile widening.

“ I've done m'best– you should know that I have ,right? I've done everythin' right, haven't I? ”

> [ His hand tightened around his sword's hilt; too early to draw it. Maybe there wouldn't be need for it. ]

But that's not perfect.

You're inefficient. Increasingly so, too.

You hold little value to your assigned purpose.

> Small step forward. Subtle.

> [ Not subtle enough to be missed entirely. Ettore matched It, taking a step back in turn with Josafá. ]

“ I've done everything you've asked of me. ”

I need perfection. Your best is inadequate, Ettore. Minimal, at the most.

It astounds me how you believe this is enough.

Just like your life before– everything you wanted, yet, you sought out that mine. You cost the lives of many men.

Your own men.

For what? Because you wanted an escape?

A selfish way out?

> [ Oh.

He hadn't ,thought about that in a while. His memory had been too hazy-- too fogged. There had been too many things going on to focus on his death prior to getting sent here.

Loud memories. Bright-- was it worth it? ]

“ I .I didn't, mean to, ”

> [ Unable to defend himself, he paused. ]

“ It was just too much .I was, tired.

I wasn't trying to be selfish-- ”

> [ Blistering thoughts interrupted him, heat overtaking him once more– a harsh reminder provided by the being before him. ]

But you were, weren't you?

You killed your own company with that little "stunt". Yet you take no accountability.

I can fix that.

> Offering out a warm hand, It lowered Its wings smoothly.

" You ,don't get a say in m'life. All You've done is fuck it up further an' we both know it. "

> [ In turn, he unsheathed his sword, though not holding it to the presence before him yet. Maybe he wouldn't need to use it. ]

I'm offering you safety, yet you still reach for hostility. Aggression over comfort.

You should have learnt better values by now.

You should know better.

> [ Every word It said only drove him further to frustration, voice sinking into his mind like a parasite he couldn't shake.

Waiting would make it worse.

He swung forwards, praying he was quick enough to catch it off guard. To land something. ]

> Reaching forward, It caught the blade of the sword without a visible reaction, simply turning it back onto Ettore.

You truly aren't helping your case, now are you?

Just trust Me this once. I'll help you.

> One hand holding the sword, and the other still outstretched– an almost condescending offer.

> [ He froze as his sword was turned on him, cautious to not get stabbed. That , would not be pleasant ! Nor help his case.

Maybe allowing the help would be okay. He was cold, and It was warm. Welcoming.

Everything hurt, and It was offering what he needed. Safety. Stability.

Though reluctant, he reached back, taking Its hand. ]

tw violence/depictions of such

> Finally.

Warmth seeped through from It to Ettore just from the simple contact.

[ ? ] tugged him closer– straight onto the blade. Though embedded in the other's gut, he felt no pain. Cold surrounding the wound, but nothing unbearable.

Don't you see? You'll come back, better.

Painless. Less ... Impaired. Attached, even.

#– all seeing #event . act two #from the farmers gun . ettore #– i love knocking out teeth.#come closer . rbs #tw violence #violence

do I even need to announce Myself?

You know who it is .

; @castdivinity

;; “ What is it? ”

> [ Ettore glanced around, unsure if It was disembodied or not, before he landed on a blindingly bright figure standing at the doorway. Physical. That ,could not be good .

His hand reached for the sword resting in its sheath, just a simple precaution -- a habit. He needed to stop getting startled so easily. It'd be a disadvantage if not fixed. ]

“ You can't possibly have any reason to warrant your presence .”

I have every reason.

You should know why I'm visiting. No?

You couldn't have made it forever. You know that.

> It's hands clasped together in front of Itself, smile widening.

“ I've done m'best– you should know that I have ,right? I've done everythin' right, haven't I? ”

> [ His hand tightened around his sword's hilt; too early to draw it. Maybe there wouldn't be need for it. ]

But that's not perfect.

You're inefficient. Increasingly so, too.

You hold little value to your assigned purpose.

> Small step forward. Subtle.

> [ Not subtle enough to be missed entirely. Ettore matched It, taking a step back in turn with Josafá. ]

“ I've done everything you've asked of me. ”

I need perfection. Your best is inadequate, Ettore. Minimal, at the most.

It astounds me how you believe this is enough.

Just like your life before– everything you wanted, yet, you sought out that mine. You cost the lives of many men.

Your own men.

For what? Because you wanted an escape?

A selfish way out?

> [ Oh.

He hadn't ,thought about that in a while. His memory had been too hazy-- too fogged. There had been too many things going on to focus on his death prior to getting sent here.

Loud memories. Bright-- was it worth it? ]

“ I .I didn't, mean to, ”

> [ Unable to defend himself, he paused. ]

“ It was just too much .I was, tired.

I wasn't trying to be selfish-- ”

> [ Blistering thoughts interrupted him, heat overtaking him once more– a harsh reminder provided by the being before him. ]

But you were, weren't you?

You killed your own company with that little "stunt". Yet you take no accountability.

I can fix that.

> Offering out a warm hand, It lowered Its wings smoothly.

" You ,don't get a say in m'life. All You've done is fuck it up further an' we both know it. "

> [ In turn, he unsheathed his sword, though not holding it to the presence before him yet. Maybe he wouldn't need to use it. ]

I'm offering you safety, yet you still reach for hostility. Aggression over comfort.

You should have learnt better values by now.

You should know better.

> [ Every word It said only drove him further to frustration, voice sinking into his mind like a parasite he couldn't shake.

Waiting would make it worse.

He swung forwards, praying he was quick enough to catch it off guard. To land something. ]

> Reaching forward, It caught the blade of the sword without a visible reaction, simply turning it back onto Ettore.

You truly aren't helping your case, now are you?

Just trust Me this once. I'll help you.

> One hand holding the sword, and the other still outstretched– an almost condescending offer.

#– all seeing #event . act two #from the farmers gun . ettore #– i love knocking out teeth.#come closer . rbs

do I even need to announce Myself?

You know who it is .

; @castdivinity

;; “ What is it? ”

> [ Ettore glanced around, unsure if It was disembodied or not, before he landed on a blindingly bright figure standing at the doorway. Physical. That ,could not be good .

His hand reached for the sword resting in its sheath, just a simple precaution -- a habit. He needed to stop getting startled so easily. It'd be a disadvantage if not fixed. ]

“ You can't possibly have any reason to warrant your presence .”

I have every reason.

You should know why I'm visiting. No?

You couldn't have made it forever. You know that.

> It's hands clasped together in front of Itself, smile widening.

“ I've done m'best– you should know that I have ,right? I've done everythin' right, haven't I? ”

> [ His hand tightened around his sword's hilt; too early to draw it. Maybe there wouldn't be need for it. ]

But that's not perfect.

You're inefficient. Increasingly so, too.

You hold little value to your assigned purpose.

> Small step forward. Subtle.

> [ Not subtle enough to be missed entirely. Ettore matched It, taking a step back in turn with Josafá. ]

“ I've done everything you've asked of me. ”

I need perfection. Your best is inadequate, Ettore. Minimal, at the most.

It astounds me how you believe this is enough.

Just like your life before– everything you wanted, yet, you sought out that mine. You cost the lives of many men.

Your own men.

For what? Because you wanted an escape?

A selfish way out?

> [ Oh.

He hadn't ,thought about that in a while. His memory had been too hazy-- too fogged. There had been too many things going on to focus on his death prior to getting sent here.

Loud memories. Bright-- was it worth it? ]

“ I .I didn't, mean to, ”

> [ Unable to defend himself, he paused. ]

“ It was just too much .I was, tired.

I wasn't trying to be selfish-- ”

> [ Blistering thoughts interrupted him, heat overtaking him once more– a harsh reminder provided by the being before him. ]

But you were, weren't you?

You killed your own company with that little "stunt". Yet you take no accountability.

I can fix that.

> Offering out a warm hand, It lowered Its wings smoothly.

" You ,don't get a say in m'life. All You've done is fuck it up further an' we both know it. "

> [ In turn, he unsheathed his sword, though not holding it to the presence before him yet. Maybe he wouldn't need to use it. ]

I'm offering you safety, yet you still reach for hostility. Aggression over comfort.

You should have learnt better values by now.

You should know better.

#– all seeing #event . act two #from the farmers gun . ettore #– i love knocking out teeth.#come closer . rbs

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