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@old-penitent
You have come... here?
No... I am alone. Please, speak with reverence. This is a holy place.
By the grace of the Citadel, I am here as a penitent. Here, I can hide from the shame of my sins until they are withered away by time.
(OOC under the cut!)
*a driftlin from mount fay mindlessly floats into the slab and settles onto the old penitent/molinden*
*sneezes*
*you recieve a spoon*
*The spoon disappears into the puddle of Void.*
ralseisplats you
...
*sigh*
*scattered chives*
...
*There is a sneeze somewhere.*
Dear sweet mother of silk, do chives make me sick-
*muffled cursing*
*scattered chives*
...
*There is a sneeze somewhere.*
you can't truly be dead... can you? can you hear us???
WAKE UPPPPPPP :( you're so loved!!!
...
*...Loved?*
*...*
*No... no.*
*There is no one home.*
No One Is Home.
How sad.
...
“the penitent is dead!”
“we know”
“who killed him?”
“we don’t know”
“i will find clues!”
...
*wHEeze*
*a fellow penitent places a smooth stone with a slightly sparkly surface near the old penitent. it isn't much, but it is intended as a gesture of remembrance and kindness*
...
...
...
*The Void around the stone draws back, leaving it untouched.*
You're...not a sibling. What am I supposed to do with you?
( @shade-lord-official )
...
*There is no one home.*
*There is... no one... here...*
where is that motherfucking child
...
*There is no one home.*
*There is no home here.*
...
*Home is where the heart is. And the heart is gone.*
Putting a painted statue of you near the body
...
*The paint crumbles off the statue and turns to liquid, drawn down by some strange force.*
*A puddle of Void forms by the Penitent’s corpse, before a shape coalesces out of it. A bug, small in comparison to the Old Penitent, yet with an eyeless gaze betraying years of knowledge. They kneel by the corpse, inspecting it. A message is conveyed through the Void consuming the Penitent.*
How many will it seize? No matter. If you like, I can try to find you a source of Soul to live off of. Your existence would not be the same, not close, but if you wish to live, I could see it happen.
*…a sense of remorse is felt through the Void.*
I know you likely cannot hear me. I just do not want any bug to be consumed by the Void like I once was. I was lucky to have the necessary heritage to survive it, but I know most bugs do not. Could not.
//ooc: feel free to leave this as long as you like or even delete it, also pinging myself @chasm-in-the-masks
...
*There is no one home.*
*The one who would hear turns away.*
*Hiding within his shell. Silent. Invisible.*
...
*There is no one home.*
.
.
.
.
the kid?
...
*There is no one home.*
*Any who stayed long enough to listen might hear the faintest sound of crying, a sound tainted with distortion and rippling.*
...
*There is no one home.*
FUCK THE LAST ANON
*sadly places a bouquet of bluebells, white lilies, and lavender near the old penitent* :(
...
*The bouquet withers, the colors leeching out of the flowers and spreading across the ground in a beautiful display.*
*scatters chives in a circle around your corpse*
...
*Strangely, the chives wilt upon touching the ground, shriveling and turning black.*
