| | fallen arbiter

What I believe is that life will screw you over and beat you down the moment you drop your guard. And if that happens and you allow yourself to be hit until you die, you deserve it. The past does not matter, only the present and the future do. You need more money? Rob a bank, become a pimp, do and sell drugs. There are so many legal and illegal way to fill your pockets. Kulzrak's response was immediate and unequivocal, his beliefs as clear and unwavering as ever. He took steps toward the table and took place in the chair facing the woman. However, the treats were not reached for. People overcomplicate everything when living is far simpler than they believe.

"There is a saying back in the city... What was it? Right..."

The woman in noir places tea cup, devoid of such warm fluids with black tea scent disappearing into nothingness. Closing oryx eyes for a brief moment, recalling such words that many fixers and other denizens acknowledge, eventually becoming a cog in the city's machines. Lips curl into a smile, memory resurfacing. "The City has abandoned its yesterdays to survive today, and by doing so, has given up on its tomorrows. Do you see your present beyond the yesterdays of the past? Do you believe that such decisions will not cause others to seek revenge onto you?"

Many can only behave after being put through pain. A stupid drunkard who walked into you, and despite that you're the one at fault. But as soon as the drunkard gets punched in the face by that person. They suddenly remember that they should know their place. He could not help the smile that curved his lips. As if he imagined himself being the one punching the drunkard he mentioned. But I suppose the existence of those fools does make living a little entertaining.

"Ah, my favorite reminders that many fools take their life so little, enough to be lambs into a wolf's den." By that, one can figure out that this former arbiter means that they're easy to be killed, or tortured just long enough. No one will miss them, not even families. "Two sins cannot correct an righteous answer. ; How dull, isn't life more entertaining when you are able to watch someone deliver such punishment to the unjust?"

The only thing an honest living makes you is a broke pushover, he responded without a lack of hesitation. People kept mentioning good and evil like it actually should have an impact on how someone lived. He never understood that. People should not concern themselves with being a good or bad person if they are trying to make money. There is a reason why some of the wealthiest are capable of stomping on someone to get further ahead. Living in a cage of rules that worked for the sake of others was madness. There was no point in bothering yourself with the well-being of anyone but yourself.

"Yet even the wealthy ones have eyes watching their every move, with even a tiny faction of their decision will leave ripples in the their own life, and many others. ; One mistake, will permit others to harvest their self ruin, while they are left to rot now." Tea cup raises to lips, letting black tea blend flow among food pipe, warmth radiating such calmness.

Amused that how similar the two are, despite of their differences. After all, 'Garion' was a child born out of wedlock, a being already labeled abnormal when she cannot feel anything, beyond joy from taking someone's life with those very hands and sight collecting aftermath.

"Time ticks, never stopping for one to question such trivial matters."

#[ic] only silence lingers.#[tag sillies] floral blend for the soul

You as a boss fight

"Doesn't the quote make me sound too cliche? I am no hero, nor an villain."

o-velocity

dyed in hues of you and you

#[self] reflection within rivers #art by op

o-velocity

one at a time!

#art by op #[self] reflection within rivers #[ships] you have attracted something dangerous

link || @utmostzenith

Has one ever wondered what colors that white and black mix together? A shade of grey. ; An Area that a person must question their decision ever so lightly, unless they wish to tip the scales. Shoulders relax, hand rests under chin.

"Then, may I question, do you still uphold the same ideals when money is involved? Where I hail from, many kindred spirits do not have the luxury of time to ponder their position as a hero in someone's fairy tale, or a villain who must stop all good.

Is it righteous to hold on to such meager beliefs and ideas? White, black, or grey? Good, or evil?"

#[ic] only silence lingers.#utmostzenith

starcut-sand

loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are

#[admin sillies] sugar song to bitter step

link || @utmostzenith

Ah, how exciting to meet an Executor, or perhaps, a claw is fitting, except this person does not seem to be the kind to take orders from a higher up. Oryx optics blink, lips curl into a smirk. Perhaps, this is one guest she does not mind greeting often.

"Do their eyes not see beyond the surface? The horror that awaits for them, in both body and spirit." Then again, she is one to speak.

#[ic] only silence lingers.#utmostzenith

Death is not something anyone can escape. What is the point in living a life of stress and regret? They should just live in any way they want. Whether they are righteous or wicked. His response is immediate. Not a trace of hesitation as he believes his words to be undeniable facts.

How amusing, first thought comes to mind. Lips curl into a smirk, finding it quite thrilling that this ancient past arbiter has met a kinship with a guest, or a stranger? Ah, alas, Binah no longer governs the City, without the claw(s), and eyes keeping wide awake.

"Tell me, dear guest," Woman signals him to join at table, laid for an empty teacup, and treats. "Do you believe that it is best for them to remain unshackled by such life's odds and evens? Income, taxes, the way of their life, and all sorts should not be such a burden, hm?" This is from an arbiter of all folks.