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@disgraceful6
He is the shackles that bound your freedom.
He expects so so much out of you
His promise makes you suffer when you could just pleasure yourself instead.
you and i can do great great great things.
continue, stay with me, and you'll enjoy yourself to the brim.
Love is a distraction.
His love is a mere facade to His ego.
(She didn't even mean to end up in doppel's area honestly. She was just running around, trying to find something to do, and ended up tripping into it. Literally, she ended falling face first in front of them.)
0WWW13... H0P3 7H47 D1DDN'7 CR4CK MY SCR33N X[
@d1ss0c14710n
[Hi :)]
In all honesty, it was still reeling HARD from the visit from Poor-Sinner, body covered in their blood. It's been zoned out for the past few days, save for some distress, but the sudden arrival jolted them out of it. Mostly.
They tilt their head to the right, then to the left, like another angle would help it understand better, before returning to normal.
... I, I should hope it didn't, either... I'm no good with technical stuff, ha, uh- I just- I just got... um. How did you manage to slide in like that? Is it that easy to get in ...?
It trails off as it realizes its small shop thing is literally at the bottom of a slope, pulling a bit of a face. It now supposes maybe it is really easy to get in here. Whatever, it thinks, kneeling a bit awkwardly and offering a (very bloody) hand to help her up.
0H, 7H4NKS!! WH0'R3 U? UH... 1DK, 1 W4S L00K1N6 F0R MY FR13ND AND S4W 4 W31RD H0L3 4ND 7H0U6H7 1'D CH3CK JUS7 70 B3 SUR3, YKN0W?
(her screen does look fine, thought frankly that seems like the least of her concerns visually. given that down here you can clearly see the otherwise invisible cracks of sin running up and down her casing, though she doesn't seem to notice it. she does accept you hand up, stumbling a little bit)
Who is it? Who is it? It feels the query echo around in its head as though it were alone once more, but shakes its head like that could do anything to stop the thought from now sticking; something that had been bothering it for a while prior, s well.
It clears its throat, regardless.
Uh, I, I don't... go by.... anything, right now. Doppel's fine. It's- it's a good .. name, yeah.
Another thought, that it wouldn't dare bring up, is that she REALLY matches the description of something it's heard about; also noting the cracks (assuming they're visible from the way they were described).
... Are you- are you hurt? Do those need to be treated? I, I got new textbooks, they should, um. Apply. To this. Maybe. Who's your, who's your friend? I haven't seen anyone aside from a weird sinner.
H3R N4M3 1S S33S4Y 4ND SH3'S R34LLY N1C3 4ND C00L 4ND 7H3YR3 MY B3S7 FR13ND 1N 7H3 WH0L3 W0RLD 4ND 1M SC4RED 7H47 7H3YR3 SUDD3NLY G0N3 4ND 1M W0RR1ED 4ND SC4RED BECAUSE THEY JUST LEFT ME THEY ABANDONED ME AND I CANT HANDLE THAT ICANTBEABANDONEDAGAINICANTICANTICAN-
(they shake their head violently, grabbing their hat and readjusting it a bit)
BU7 4S1D3 FR0M 7H47 Y34H 1'M F1N3! WH47 4B0U7 Y0U?
Before it can even think of anything else, it outright grabs Veeronica - not nearly hard enough to hurt. It doesn't even seem to realize it did so for a second.
The yellow one. The wires, the coils. The cycle. Talkshows, radio hosts, broadcasts. It wasn't supposed to get involved. The sure-to-follow misfortune.
Its mind feels too heavy and too fast all at once. It shakes itself off like an animal with a wet pelt, letting go of her; it doesn't even understand its own mind right now, and it's mildly scared of just that.
I, I haven't... seen anyone, like that. Sorry. I've heard things, but... I think you're, you're, um, more up to date than I am, for sure. You can stay here and- and wait, if you want, but... it's... y, you... need to stay for a bit. It's not safe out there, at all, it's really not. If not now, then- then... hhhm. I'm sorry.
You can leave if you want. It's okay. I just, there's... this place is not lucky. It's suh- safe, but you're not the first to come here, obviously, by all the blood.
I .. don't think you were abandoned. We can wait for her. It's, I can't promise she'll see, or, or that something won't happen- something always happens, haha, uh... but, really.
...Y34H 0K 7H3N. 1LL PR0B4BLY JUS7 CL1MB 0U7 7H3 W4Y 1 C4M3 1N WH3N 1 637 B0R3D 7H0. 7H3S3 CL4WS 4R3N7 JUS7 F0R SH0W, Y4 KN0W!
(she starts pacing around the little shop area, looking around excitedly, as if facinated by this new area.)
I'd, I'd guess so.
Keep an eye on her. Keep an eye on the wires, they may spark, they may burn, of which will take you down. Let her run her path. Do not get in the way, do not get dragged with.
It pats the side of its head as if to get rid of a popped ear or something.
So, so, uh... the... I've heard about you. I, um, worked pretty close with the local Doombringers- the, the Joeys. Watch your step, by the way, a couple of them really like it over there. I don't think you'd need to climb, it's not that steep, I just... it's so out of the way...
It coughs, clearing its throat, dusting itself off; only then realizing it's still covered in blood and moving to find something to wipe off the dried blood with, attempting to make some small talk as it does so.
I was going to set some, set some kind of price for the stuff here, but if you could find a use for them ... you can take whatever you'd like. It's just gathering dust here. Knowing someone gets- gets some use out of this stuff is good.
0H 0K1 7H4NKS! ^_^
(She starts examining the items set up on the store, fiddling with them and shaking them around a bit like a curious child. She seems to take particular interests in one of those skin cans, fumbling with it for a bit before getting a proper grip, a index claw resting on the top of the nozzle out of instinct. She doesn't know why it feels so familiar to hold)
HUH. 7H1S 7H1N6 S33MS C00L :P D0 Y4 KN0W WH47 17 D03S?
Uh, I've, I've heard of sinners using it to make their items look.. "cooler", I guess. Though, really often, they make it look like HIM, and it's ... I, I don't like it much at all.
He has enough going on for himself ...
It wrings its hands, thumb running over the back of their left almost like it was trying to rub out some sort of patch of filth, nodding its head idly to itself. Static on static on static, you'll become nothing more than a grain in the vastness of nothing and everything, a sight to ignore and betray;
It coughs, as though she could hear its thoughts. It didn't even think these were their thoughts, really.
You can try it on a B.R.I.C.K if you want. I have way too many to, to know what to do with, hhaha. You're the first to be here in.. here in a while, after all.
Doppel shuffles off to the side, trying to ensure it wasn't blocking the exit in case she decides to leave without warning, simply leaning against the wall before sitting down on a pile of bricks. A Joey hops up into its lap, and it idly bounces its leg like it was taking care of a kid.
(she scuttles over to the pile of B.R.I.C.K.s, picking one up and using the skin can on it... and she just ends up with another skin can.)
0H, N3470! 1 W0ND3R WH47 07H3R SK1N S7UFF 1 C0ULD M4K3 W17H 7H3S3? H3Y UH H0W M4NY SK1N C4NS 4M 1 4LL0W3D 70 US3 B3F0R3 Y0U K1CK M3 0U7?
(she doesn't wait for a response, running back to grab another skin can from the store pile. she looks really happy about being able to do this. the familiarity of the cans feels weird to her. she ignores itm but something about them...)
they are. getting redesigned. i don't think i have to say why but.
i dunno.
my interpretation was basically not the same character anyway so
ill figure out what im gonna do for lore and how close to source ill keep them soon-ish
still be interacting witht he other rp blogs because i'm friends (i think) with a lot of them so.
feel free to brutally murder me if you so desire btw
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
" i-i know, i just-...
...i wish i could just curl up and die. and not have to do this anymore. i never get anywhere. "
*After a moment of silence, Jules deep in thought- they completely freeze. their tail stopped swishing on the ground, and they tensed a little. they glanced up at you, seemingly top afraid to speak.*
The allure of non-existance has you in its hold, I see. Never having to worry, never having to think. Just endless nothing as far as your non-existent eyes could possibly see.
(They notice when you freeze up, turning their head to look down at you. The most you can make out of their face from the shadow is a very slight grin)
hm? Something wrong, friend?
" ...i-i should be the only one down here. im- im always alone down here, except for...- "
*They inhale sharply, curling up into a ball, still collapsed on the floor.*
Ah, right. Your isolation down here. Tragic, isn't it. Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there. Something is bound to change after eternity.
And besides, you aren't the only sinner that's walked this desolate treck. Many have before you, many will after. And trust me, I've walked these paths plenty of times
(If Jules were to look closer, they could see that this sinner[?] also has a tendril, connected to their palm. It looks relatively small at first, yet occasionally you can see it pulse, and how internally it's wrapped itself around every bone, muscle, and vein, piercing all the way to the heart yet stopping just shy of it)
...it's almost admirable, how despite everything, you still try so hard to claw your way out of here so often. Many others in your position would eventually just give up, accept that they don't deserve His mercy and succumb to their shame. But you aren't like many, are you. Most sinners aren't dragged all the way down here with every death they experience.
" ...You say that like you aren't the one who drags me back here every time i fuck up.
...im so close to just giving up. it would be easier. but i want to prove that i can change. that im not a bad person "
*Their voice is muffled by their arms covering their face.*
Hm. Observant one, huh? I misjudged you...
Well, I'm not going to start chasing you until you start pressing forward. Who would i be to prematurely end this treck if not a bad sport.
Your cycle of lapse and return isn't going to get any easier if you wait, you know. The sooner you begin, the better.
*They were silent, for a moment. Still tense, still shaking. They did not move.*
" ...w-why are you giving me advice? ...dont you want me to fail? "
...He just demands sooo much out of you, and can't even keep you with him. His promise makes you suffer so much when giving in would be so much easier. But I doubt your ever truly going to give in to Sin.
You aren't like Silver. You still have some meager spark in you that persists even when everything else in you begs to give up. You still run, still use you abstinence to fight off the Lapse, still claw your way back to Grace, still try so often.
*They move their arms slightly to look up at you.*
"...you didnt answer my question. "
Do you truly want the answer to that question? Personally, I enjoy having to earn other people's darker secrets. It's enticing.
*...They didnt know if they wanted the answer. They curled up into a ball again, silent for good this time.*
(Disgrace also kept quiet, now looking up at the beating tendril of sin, how it reaches up higher and higher, far higher than you could see. How ironic, that the physical embodiment of a grave sin seemed to come from up above, not below.)
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
" i-i know, i just-...
...i wish i could just curl up and die. and not have to do this anymore. i never get anywhere. "
*After a moment of silence, Jules deep in thought- they completely freeze. their tail stopped swishing on the ground, and they tensed a little. they glanced up at you, seemingly top afraid to speak.*
The allure of non-existance has you in its hold, I see. Never having to worry, never having to think. Just endless nothing as far as your non-existent eyes could possibly see.
(They notice when you freeze up, turning their head to look down at you. The most you can make out of their face from the shadow is a very slight grin)
hm? Something wrong, friend?
" ...i-i should be the only one down here. im- im always alone down here, except for...- "
*They inhale sharply, curling up into a ball, still collapsed on the floor.*
Ah, right. Your isolation down here. Tragic, isn't it. Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there. Something is bound to change after eternity.
And besides, you aren't the only sinner that's walked this desolate treck. Many have before you, many will after. And trust me, I've walked these paths plenty of times
(If Jules were to look closer, they could see that this sinner[?] also has a tendril, connected to their palm. It looks relatively small at first, yet occasionally you can see it pulse, and how internally it's wrapped itself around every bone, muscle, and vein, piercing all the way to the heart yet stopping just shy of it)
...it's almost admirable, how despite everything, you still try so hard to claw your way out of here so often. Many others in your position would eventually just give up, accept that they don't deserve His mercy and succumb to their shame. But you aren't like many, are you. Most sinners aren't dragged all the way down here with every death they experience.
" ...You say that like you aren't the one who drags me back here every time i fuck up.
...im so close to just giving up. it would be easier. but i want to prove that i can change. that im not a bad person "
*Their voice is muffled by their arms covering their face.*
Hm. Observant one, huh? I misjudged you...
Well, I'm not going to start chasing you until you start pressing forward. Who would i be to prematurely end this treck if not a bad sport.
Your cycle of lapse and return isn't going to get any easier if you wait, you know. The sooner you begin, the better.
*They were silent, for a moment. Still tense, still shaking. They did not move.*
" ...w-why are you giving me advice? ...dont you want me to fail? "
...He just demands sooo much out of you, and can't even keep you with him. His promise makes you suffer so much when giving in would be so much easier. But I doubt your ever truly going to give in to Sin.
You aren't like Silver. You still have some meager spark in you that persists even when everything else in you begs to give up. You still run, still use you abstinence to fight off the Lapse, still claw your way back to Grace, still try so often.
*They move their arms slightly to look up at you.*
"...you didnt answer my question. "
Do you truly want the answer to that question? Personally, I enjoy having to earn other people's darker secrets. It's enticing.
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
" i-i know, i just-...
...i wish i could just curl up and die. and not have to do this anymore. i never get anywhere. "
*After a moment of silence, Jules deep in thought- they completely freeze. their tail stopped swishing on the ground, and they tensed a little. they glanced up at you, seemingly top afraid to speak.*
The allure of non-existance has you in its hold, I see. Never having to worry, never having to think. Just endless nothing as far as your non-existent eyes could possibly see.
(They notice when you freeze up, turning their head to look down at you. The most you can make out of their face from the shadow is a very slight grin)
hm? Something wrong, friend?
" ...i-i should be the only one down here. im- im always alone down here, except for...- "
*They inhale sharply, curling up into a ball, still collapsed on the floor.*
Ah, right. Your isolation down here. Tragic, isn't it. Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there. Something is bound to change after eternity.
And besides, you aren't the only sinner that's walked this desolate treck. Many have before you, many will after. And trust me, I've walked these paths plenty of times
(If Jules were to look closer, they could see that this sinner[?] also has a tendril, connected to their palm. It looks relatively small at first, yet occasionally you can see it pulse, and how internally it's wrapped itself around every bone, muscle, and vein, piercing all the way to the heart yet stopping just shy of it)
...it's almost admirable, how despite everything, you still try so hard to claw your way out of here so often. Many others in your position would eventually just give up, accept that they don't deserve His mercy and succumb to their shame. But you aren't like many, are you. Most sinners aren't dragged all the way down here with every death they experience.
" ...You say that like you aren't the one who drags me back here every time i fuck up.
...im so close to just giving up. it would be easier. but i want to prove that i can change. that im not a bad person "
*Their voice is muffled by their arms covering their face.*
Hm. Observant one, huh? I misjudged you...
Well, I'm not going to start chasing you until you start pressing forward. Who would i be to prematurely end this treck if not a bad sport.
Your cycle of lapse and return isn't going to get any easier if you wait, you know. The sooner you begin, the better.
*They were silent, for a moment. Still tense, still shaking. They did not move.*
" ...w-why are you giving me advice? ...dont you want me to fail? "
...He just demands sooo much out of you, and can't even keep you with him. His promise makes you suffer so much when giving in would be so much easier. But I doubt your ever truly going to give in to Sin.
You aren't like Silver. You still have some meager spark in you that persists even when everything else in you begs to give up. You still run, still use you abstinence to fight off the Lapse, still claw your way back to Grace, still try so often.
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
" i-i know, i just-...
...i wish i could just curl up and die. and not have to do this anymore. i never get anywhere. "
*After a moment of silence, Jules deep in thought- they completely freeze. their tail stopped swishing on the ground, and they tensed a little. they glanced up at you, seemingly top afraid to speak.*
The allure of non-existance has you in its hold, I see. Never having to worry, never having to think. Just endless nothing as far as your non-existent eyes could possibly see.
(They notice when you freeze up, turning their head to look down at you. The most you can make out of their face from the shadow is a very slight grin)
hm? Something wrong, friend?
" ...i-i should be the only one down here. im- im always alone down here, except for...- "
*They inhale sharply, curling up into a ball, still collapsed on the floor.*
Ah, right. Your isolation down here. Tragic, isn't it. Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there. Something is bound to change after eternity.
And besides, you aren't the only sinner that's walked this desolate treck. Many have before you, many will after. And trust me, I've walked these paths plenty of times
(If Jules were to look closer, they could see that this sinner[?] also has a tendril, connected to their palm. It looks relatively small at first, yet occasionally you can see it pulse, and how internally it's wrapped itself around every bone, muscle, and vein, piercing all the way to the heart yet stopping just shy of it)
...it's almost admirable, how despite everything, you still try so hard to claw your way out of here so often. Many others in your position would eventually just give up, accept that they don't deserve His mercy and succumb to their shame. But you aren't like many, are you. Most sinners aren't dragged all the way down here with every death they experience.
" ...You say that like you aren't the one who drags me back here every time i fuck up.
...im so close to just giving up. it would be easier. but i want to prove that i can change. that im not a bad person "
*Their voice is muffled by their arms covering their face.*
Hm. Observant one, huh? I misjudged you...
Well, I'm not going to start chasing you until you start pressing forward. Who would i be to prematurely end this treck if not a bad sport.
Your cycle of lapse and return isn't going to get any easier if you wait, you know. The sooner you begin, the better.
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
" i-i know, i just-...
...i wish i could just curl up and die. and not have to do this anymore. i never get anywhere. "
*After a moment of silence, Jules deep in thought- they completely freeze. their tail stopped swishing on the ground, and they tensed a little. they glanced up at you, seemingly top afraid to speak.*
The allure of non-existance has you in its hold, I see. Never having to worry, never having to think. Just endless nothing as far as your non-existent eyes could possibly see.
(They notice when you freeze up, turning their head to look down at you. The most you can make out of their face from the shadow is a very slight grin)
hm? Something wrong, friend?
" ...i-i should be the only one down here. im- im always alone down here, except for...- "
*They inhale sharply, curling up into a ball, still collapsed on the floor.*
Ah, right. Your isolation down here. Tragic, isn't it. Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there. Something is bound to change after eternity.
And besides, you aren't the only sinner that's walked this desolate treck. Many have before you, many will after. And trust me, I've walked these paths plenty of times
(If Jules were to look closer, they could see that this sinner[?] also has a tendril, connected to their palm. It looks relatively small at first, yet occasionally you can see it pulse, and how internally it's wrapped itself around every bone, muscle, and vein, piercing all the way to the heart yet stopping just shy of it)
...it's almost admirable, how despite everything, you still try so hard to claw your way out of here so often. Many others in your position would eventually just give up, accept that they don't deserve His mercy and succumb to their shame. But you aren't like many, are you. Most sinners aren't dragged all the way down here with every death they experience.
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
" i-i know, i just-...
...i wish i could just curl up and die. and not have to do this anymore. i never get anywhere. "
*After a moment of silence, Jules deep in thought- they completely freeze. their tail stopped swishing on the ground, and they tensed a little. they glanced up at you, seemingly top afraid to speak.*
The allure of non-existance has you in its hold, I see. Never having to worry, never having to think. Just endless nothing as far as your non-existent eyes could possibly see.
(They notice when you freeze up, turning their head to look down at you. The most you can make out of their face from the shadow is a very slight grin)
hm? Something wrong, friend?
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
" ...everything hurts too much to get up.
easier to just. lie here. "
But your going to have to get up eventually, aren't you? I doubt anything will start hurting less anytime soon, especially given the seeming... nature, of this place.
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
" ...mhm.
i-im really tired. "
*They sounded completely miserable.*
...well, the rubble back there has dirt in it. I'm sure that's more comfortable than pure bedrock, likely cooler too.
(They gesture vaugely to the aforementioned rubble, almost dismissively, like they knew you most likely weren't going to use it anyway even with that knowledge)
*There they are again. But theyre not walking. Theyre simply... lying there. Right at the start, mumbling inaudibly.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
(i want jules to meet luce/disgusied disgrace .. .. eheheb....)
(they hear footsteps twoards them before someone sits down next to them, looking ahead.)
...Having a bad day there, bucko? I know the feeling.
*Jules stumbles through rOT, and if i can be so honest, they're failing miserably. Their body betrays their every step, tripping and flinching and falling constantly as more and more red vines pierce their skin.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
Disgrace doesn't speed up. They don't need to. They keep moving forward at that same speed while every misstep brings Jules closer and closer to them. They usually don't grace anyone in rOT with their more humanoid form, but this time you can tell that they're getting closer with every far too loud step echoing off of the floor.
*Their breathing was heavy. They were exhausted, they couldn't keep running. Their heart was racing.
They stumbled, falling on their side- but they didnt get up this time. They barely struggled against the vines burrowed into their flesh. What was the point? They had fallen too many times to keep a distance between you and them.*
" ... "
(you hear them walk up to you, stopping just shy of stepping on you. Staring down at you with that grin as they watch you writhe.)
He expects so so much out of you
His promise makes you suffer when you could just pleasure yourself instead.
continue, stay with me, and you'll enjoy yourself to the brim.
(And then, something new)
come now, get up.
continue this desolate tread with me
you've gotten much farther than this before.
*They tried to get up. They really did. But the thorns dug into their skin, and the struggling only worsened the wounds. Their voice was shaky.*
" I-I can't ... "
was it a question?
with a painful lurch, you feel the thorns force you to stand, like puppet strings. agonizing, strange, and extremely wrong. but they don't care. they simply want to extend the walk as much as possible, even if they have to force them to walk, step by agonizing step.
" HK- "
*They coughed up some blood as they were forced up, head spinning and limbs trembling.
Their breath was shaky, they were trying to stay calm, but it wasnt really working.
They took a step, slowly trying to keep walking. It was clear they had given up trying to actually run.*
" ...why ? "
it won't get any easier to get up later, best to do it now.
they trail behind, close enough to send your fight or flight senses into frenzy, but never enough to send you back to the beginning of rot
" no, why- "
*They stumble a little, inhaling sharply as the thorns cut deeper.*
" w-why ... let me .. live ...? "
You'll give in eventually anyway.
No harm in extending the wait.
Tell me it's just soooo easy...
" but why- "
*Another stumble. The vines were the only thing keeping them upright.*
" gh-
w-why me ? i-i doubt youve ... done t-this to anyone else. "
Simple.
Your interesting
Different from every other sinner that's fallen here
Unique in a way
The last time there was a sinner like you...
Well. they aren't a sinner anymore.
" w-what about me is... i-is interesting !?
i-i dont consider myself... particularly remarkable... "
*They paused. They stopped walking. Just for a moment, before they panicked and started again,*
" a-and what... what do you mean by that ...? "
Hmm
Silver was like you in many ways
just less determined to stay in His grasps
when they had that apple and sealed their fate, they embraced me
like one would an old friend the hadn't seen in years.
they embraced their body, their gift, their Sin.
and they were gifted a new body in turn
maybe you'll meet them one of the days you manage to crawl out of this garden
or maybe not
it makes no difference here
*They stopped. They didnt keep walking this time. Every part of their being hurt. They couldn't keep going. The only reason they were still standing was because of the vines holding them up. Their head was pounding. They were shaking, and bleeding pretty bad too. Their breathing was slow and shallow.*
at your limit already
that's ok.
There's always tomorrow
He betrayed you
(they approach, then set their hand on your shoulder, and- back at the start of rOT again. what a joy.)
*The moment the vines no longer held them up, they collapsed onto the ground.
They were exhausted. They were so tired pf going through the same torment every second of every day, tired of the pain, tired of trying.
It was so hard to get up.
It was easier to just lie there.*
*Jules stumbles through rOT, and if i can be so honest, they're failing miserably. Their body betrays their every step, tripping and flinching and falling constantly as more and more red vines pierce their skin.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
Disgrace doesn't speed up. They don't need to. They keep moving forward at that same speed while every misstep brings Jules closer and closer to them. They usually don't grace anyone in rOT with their more humanoid form, but this time you can tell that they're getting closer with every far too loud step echoing off of the floor.
*Their breathing was heavy. They were exhausted, they couldn't keep running. Their heart was racing.
They stumbled, falling on their side- but they didnt get up this time. They barely struggled against the vines burrowed into their flesh. What was the point? They had fallen too many times to keep a distance between you and them.*
" ... "
(you hear them walk up to you, stopping just shy of stepping on you. Staring down at you with that grin as they watch you writhe.)
He expects so so much out of you
His promise makes you suffer when you could just pleasure yourself instead.
continue, stay with me, and you'll enjoy yourself to the brim.
(And then, something new)
come now, get up.
continue this desolate tread with me
you've gotten much farther than this before.
*They tried to get up. They really did. But the thorns dug into their skin, and the struggling only worsened the wounds. Their voice was shaky.*
" I-I can't ... "
was it a question?
with a painful lurch, you feel the thorns force you to stand, like puppet strings. agonizing, strange, and extremely wrong. but they don't care. they simply want to extend the walk as much as possible, even if they have to force them to walk, step by agonizing step.
" HK- "
*They coughed up some blood as they were forced up, head spinning and limbs trembling.
Their breath was shaky, they were trying to stay calm, but it wasnt really working.
They took a step, slowly trying to keep walking. It was clear they had given up trying to actually run.*
" ...why ? "
it won't get any easier to get up later, best to do it now.
they trail behind, close enough to send your fight or flight senses into frenzy, but never enough to send you back to the beginning of rot
" no, why- "
*They stumble a little, inhaling sharply as the thorns cut deeper.*
" w-why ... let me .. live ...? "
You'll give in eventually anyway.
No harm in extending the wait.
Tell me it's just soooo easy...
" but why- "
*Another stumble. The vines were the only thing keeping them upright.*
" gh-
w-why me ? i-i doubt youve ... done t-this to anyone else. "
Simple.
Your interesting
Different from every other sinner that's fallen here
Unique in a way
The last time there was a sinner like you...
Well. they aren't a sinner anymore.
" w-what about me is... i-is interesting !?
i-i dont consider myself... particularly remarkable... "
*They paused. They stopped walking. Just for a moment, before they panicked and started again,*
" a-and what... what do you mean by that ...? "
Hmm
Silver was like you in many ways
just less determined to stay in His grasps
when they had that apple and sealed their fate, they embraced me
like one would an old friend the hadn't seen in years.
they embraced their body, their gift, their Sin.
and they were gifted a new body in turn
maybe you'll meet them one of the days you manage to crawl out of this garden
or maybe not
it makes no difference here
*They stopped. They didnt keep walking this time. Every part of their being hurt. They couldn't keep going. The only reason they were still standing was because of the vines holding them up. Their head was pounding. They were shaking, and bleeding pretty bad too. Their breathing was slow and shallow.*
at your limit already
that's ok.
There's always tomorrow
He betrayed you
(they approach, then set their hand on your shoulder, and- back at the start of rOT again. what a joy.)
*Jules stumbles through rOT, and if i can be so honest, they're failing miserably. Their body betrays their every step, tripping and flinching and falling constantly as more and more red vines pierce their skin.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
Disgrace doesn't speed up. They don't need to. They keep moving forward at that same speed while every misstep brings Jules closer and closer to them. They usually don't grace anyone in rOT with their more humanoid form, but this time you can tell that they're getting closer with every far too loud step echoing off of the floor.
*Their breathing was heavy. They were exhausted, they couldn't keep running. Their heart was racing.
They stumbled, falling on their side- but they didnt get up this time. They barely struggled against the vines burrowed into their flesh. What was the point? They had fallen too many times to keep a distance between you and them.*
" ... "
(you hear them walk up to you, stopping just shy of stepping on you. Staring down at you with that grin as they watch you writhe.)
He expects so so much out of you
His promise makes you suffer when you could just pleasure yourself instead.
continue, stay with me, and you'll enjoy yourself to the brim.
(And then, something new)
come now, get up.
continue this desolate tread with me
you've gotten much farther than this before.
*They tried to get up. They really did. But the thorns dug into their skin, and the struggling only worsened the wounds. Their voice was shaky.*
" I-I can't ... "
was it a question?
with a painful lurch, you feel the thorns force you to stand, like puppet strings. agonizing, strange, and extremely wrong. but they don't care. they simply want to extend the walk as much as possible, even if they have to force them to walk, step by agonizing step.
" HK- "
*They coughed up some blood as they were forced up, head spinning and limbs trembling.
Their breath was shaky, they were trying to stay calm, but it wasnt really working.
They took a step, slowly trying to keep walking. It was clear they had given up trying to actually run.*
" ...why ? "
it won't get any easier to get up later, best to do it now.
they trail behind, close enough to send your fight or flight senses into frenzy, but never enough to send you back to the beginning of rot
" no, why- "
*They stumble a little, inhaling sharply as the thorns cut deeper.*
" w-why ... let me .. live ...? "
You'll give in eventually anyway.
No harm in extending the wait.
Tell me it's just soooo easy...
" but why- "
*Another stumble. The vines were the only thing keeping them upright.*
" gh-
w-why me ? i-i doubt youve ... done t-this to anyone else. "
Simple.
Your interesting
Different from every other sinner that's fallen here
Unique in a way
The last time there was a sinner like you...
Well. they aren't a sinner anymore.
" w-what about me is... i-is interesting !?
i-i dont consider myself... particularly remarkable... "
*They paused. They stopped walking. Just for a moment, before they panicked and started again,*
" a-and what... what do you mean by that ...? "
Hmm
Silver was like you in many ways
just less determined to stay in His grasps
when they had that apple and sealed their fate, they embraced me
like one would an old friend the hadn't seen in years.
they embraced their body, their gift, their Sin.
and they were gifted a new body in turn
maybe you'll meet them one of the days you manage to crawl out of this garden
or maybe not
it makes no difference here
*Jules stumbles through rOT, and if i can be so honest, they're failing miserably. Their body betrays their every step, tripping and flinching and falling constantly as more and more red vines pierce their skin.*
@a-sinner-named-jules
Disgrace doesn't speed up. They don't need to. They keep moving forward at that same speed while every misstep brings Jules closer and closer to them. They usually don't grace anyone in rOT with their more humanoid form, but this time you can tell that they're getting closer with every far too loud step echoing off of the floor.
*Their breathing was heavy. They were exhausted, they couldn't keep running. Their heart was racing.
They stumbled, falling on their side- but they didnt get up this time. They barely struggled against the vines burrowed into their flesh. What was the point? They had fallen too many times to keep a distance between you and them.*
" ... "
(you hear them walk up to you, stopping just shy of stepping on you. Staring down at you with that grin as they watch you writhe.)
He expects so so much out of you
His promise makes you suffer when you could just pleasure yourself instead.
continue, stay with me, and you'll enjoy yourself to the brim.
(And then, something new)
come now, get up.
continue this desolate tread with me
you've gotten much farther than this before.
*They tried to get up. They really did. But the thorns dug into their skin, and the struggling only worsened the wounds. Their voice was shaky.*
" I-I can't ... "
was it a question?
with a painful lurch, you feel the thorns force you to stand, like puppet strings. agonizing, strange, and extremely wrong. but they don't care. they simply want to extend the walk as much as possible, even if they have to force them to walk, step by agonizing step.
" HK- "
*They coughed up some blood as they were forced up, head spinning and limbs trembling.
Their breath was shaky, they were trying to stay calm, but it wasnt really working.
They took a step, slowly trying to keep walking. It was clear they had given up trying to actually run.*
" ...why ? "
it won't get any easier to get up later, best to do it now.
they trail behind, close enough to send your fight or flight senses into frenzy, but never enough to send you back to the beginning of rot
" no, why- "
*They stumble a little, inhaling sharply as the thorns cut deeper.*
" w-why ... let me .. live ...? "
You'll give in eventually anyway.
No harm in extending the wait.
Tell me it's just soooo easy...
" but why- "
*Another stumble. The vines were the only thing keeping them upright.*
" gh-
w-why me ? i-i doubt youve ... done t-this to anyone else. "
Simple.
Your interesting
Different from every other sinner that's fallen here
Unique in a way
The last time there was a sinner like you...
Well. they aren't a sinner anymore.
There's a new sinner, Some sort of gardener from the looks of it! But unlike most, they seem to be taking their sweet time, walking from room to room and whistling some tune you can't place... they seem too relaxed for where they are but HEY! maybe they're more willing to gossip like this!
(Tick tock, there's always tomorrow)
@disgraceful6
*it's quite intriguing to finally see a sinner not bolting for their life here...*
*but all it means to her is just another ear to talk into, and another mouth to spew!*
*and suddenly before this new sinner, appears a sweet face in pastel hues.*
Well HELLO THERE!!! (≧▽≦)
they look up at you for a second... you can't seem to get a good look at their eyes (which is weird given most sinners have eyes half the size of their head.
"Why hello there, gossiper." They tilt their bucket hat like obe would a cowboy hat "What brings you to me at a day like this?"
wwwoooaaahh.... you already know me (・⩊・ ) ? I thought you were new here!!! buuut I guesss I can sspread fast through word of mouth....... eheh!! *they seem quite giddy, as they lean a little closer to the sinner...* buuut if you know my title.... you probably know what I'm here for! (´ ∀ ` *)
"Of course. What other reason would you be here if not to gossip. And your already doing a much better job at it than the other one, I must say. So then, what gossip do you know of, hmm?"
.. rude don't talk about my bud.. sibling... thing like that. *they soon clear their throat, seeming to think back on whatever gossip they got...* let's go with..... ssomething abouttt.... err.. ... okay I'm a bit sstumped today.
That's a shame. perhaps i could come up with something. say... have you ever heard of the fable of Caine and Able? how one killed the other from jealousy and was forever cursed to walk the earth, immortal? and how nobody seems to ever think about what became of the other after their death at wrathful hands?
they're smiling now. is that a good sign?
... yyeaahh...? quite a.. interesting tale.... sso wonderful.....! *seems like they have a liking for such fables and tales.... so dramatic.. so sad.....*
...Well tell me, Abel. What did become of you? so many focus on Caine and her struggles and turmoil and suffereing, yet nobody ever pays attention to you and what you went through, do they? everyone focuses on the murderer, never the victim. they brush it over as a no harm, no foul situation, when it scarred you so deeply.
... I don't like this conversation anymore.
...it's unfair, isn't it. how Your pain and sorrow is ignored again and again. how you always get sidelined for others. how they break your trust again and again. nobody was helping you when you were becoming a beast. nobody cared enough. they only ever cared about one of them. they only cared about the other one. the one that Murdered you. you don't even have anyone to call a parent, do you? sure, there's dozer, but they keep you out of obligation and you know it. your life is truly one of tragedy, unheard and unseen.
...
*they sigh, somewhat hunching over and curling into what makes them feel even smaller.*
*there hasn't been anything, they know that.*
...Well. that's not quite true anymore, now is it?
they walk up to you, putting their hand on your shoulder and looking you in the eyes for once.
I see you. I hear you. i see the injustice this place has commited against you, and i hear your silent pleas for someone, anyone, to care enough to listen. You may call me Luce.
*and they suddenly tear up, moving to try and cling to Luce.*
*feels refreshing to be cared for.*
the feeling of caring for someone. not exactly a feeling unfamiliar to disgrace, they care for their garden and care about the results of what happens to the sinners that enter it's domain. it is, however, one of the first times it's been directed at a sin for a reason not entirely malicious. not unwelcome. they know their nature, how they were made to hurt, but unlike some, they aren't afraid to break away occasionally. besides, a happy sin is a effective sin.
Luce lets seesay cling to them, smile being something more genuine than usual. they return the gesture with a hug, letting them pour out their sorrows.
*and they just... softly sob their feelings away.* *it's a bit hard to realize that a lot of the time, they've been alone, brushing past others and yet nothing happening.* *it's a bit hard to realize that one other sin is getting much more love and care and worry than them, and it's been brushed off by themself.*
...Take all the time you need, Abel. When your finished, we can continue this trek onward. perhaps you'll think of something to gossip about while we walk.
