#delsus

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Round 3

Delsus (Atelier Iris)

Detective Vigler (The Battle Cats)

I know both/neither

Voting ended onDec 23, 2025

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Round 1

Delsus (Atier Iris)

Dendrobium (Muted)

I know Both/Neither.

Voting ended onSep 14, 2024

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Round 2

DC (That Darn Cat!)

Delsus (Atelier Iris)

I know both/neither

Voting ended onAug 29, 2025

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Round 4

Davy Ross (I'll Get There, It Better Be Worth the Trip)

Delsus (Atelier Iris)

I know both/neither

Voting ended onFeb 1

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Delsus - Atelier Iris: Eternal Mana

[reyxdehielo]

❝ we let the bodies hit the floor then what? next we’ll have bodies hitting walls, roofs, you name it, bodies will be hitting it ❞ - Quintessa

“You say that like it’s a terrible thing.”

Delsus cocked his brow, glancing over in Quintessa’s direction. Who would complain about bodies hitting their surroundings like the rain? That made hiding them much more easier if they merely started to spawn like weeds.

It would bring a more interesting atmosphere to the world, that’s for sure.

[reyxdehielo]

❝ there are few things in life that can’t be achieved with occult dark magic ❞

“That’s a shame, really. Despite all magic coming at a price, I would assume dark magic had a little bit more liberty than that.”

Delsus yawned, no longer interested in the magic that had caught his attention. Better to have learned that now before he bothered to waste his time learning a useless skill.

[reyxdehielo]

“What… what did you just do to him?” - Isla to Delsus

“What does it look like I’ve done?”

Delsus snarled, looking back at the young woman who had managed to find him before he had finished cleaning up. They didn’t seem to be disgusted nor appalled at what they had just witnessed. If anything, they looked intrigued. As if they wanted to take notes for whatever they planned to do on a later date.

“Who the hell are you?”

Still.

He hated to be interrupted.