Everyone from TribeTwelve (including HABIT) with a gn reader who speaks fluent German
I can imagine the reader would help Noah with translations and shit yk?
HEADS UP! AFTER THIS I WONT BE ANSWERING ASKS WITH THE GERMAN LANGUAGE OR LIKE ..SHIT RELATED TO THAT BECAUSE ITS A MASSIVE TRIGGER FOR REN! THANKS OK BYE NOW ANYWAYS YES YOU ARE A GENIUS FOR THINKING OF THIS
Firebrand ♥️ (He/it!)
Oh wow!!!! it knows german too!!
thinks its very cool you know the language as well as he does
pls thats actually so attractive
Will teach you Latin if you teach it some more German (he doesn't know like,,, every word-)
Noah Maxwell
Teach him German PLEASE
Firebrand keeps using German in his videos!! He doesn't know German whatsoever
He thinks it's pretty cool youre fluent in German!
Def pretty cool
Enjoys learning German from you
You can sit on his lap while you teach him how to pronounce and use everything!
HABIT ♥️
That's like incredibly hot
PLEASE teach him german (he already knows German) and play with his hair
He is also fluent in German!
Just something you guys have in common
He doesn't mind re learning German :>
Milo Asher
Knows 0 (zero) german
Noahs grandpa (The Hermit!) uses it on occasion but he doesn't know what he's saying
Thinks it's pretty great
Every time you say something in German he's like,,,, what?
Google translate is his best friend
The Observer
He like,,, subconsciously knows german-
It thinks you're pretty cool for that
Mostly knows German because of The Administrator.
Thinks TA is a pussy btw and laughs at his bald head (FUCK The Administrator, everybody hates the administrator.)
Curses under it's breath in German
Xe is also fluent in German!
Kevin Haas
Knows no German whatsoever
Will never learn German
He doesn't have the attention span to learn a language he doesn't know (mood also I'm projecting)
That's actually pretty cool
I'm pretty sure Kevin would literally help Noah translate the videos firebrand leaves
Mr.Scars
Genuinely hates it
It reminds him of Noah
Which unfortunately he can no longer go around (AGAIN FUCK TA MAN)
Thinks it's kinda cool but also does not like it
Persolus
He literally speaks in only German the entirety of Tribetwelve
German is his mother's tongue (FIRST LANGUAGE HE KNEW)
In regards to slenderverse protagonists, I'd like to think I'd be like Evan from EMH. Disregarding obvious danger and repeatedly running at a being beyond space and time with a knife or a wooden fucking baseball bat. And for the most part, I would try to stab it, only once though.
Then I'd realize that I was a fucking moron for thinking something older than time could be harmed by a pointy piece of metal.
In the end I guess I'd be more like Noah. Realize the inevitability of my downfall and not really accept it, but also lose faith enough to say "fuck it" and sit in my room pondering how the hell i got here. In trying to find answers, I'd nearly get myself killed, and unintentionally bring harm to others in the process.
Slowly receiding into my own mind and become a hermit.
When I first read the title of the latest entry to the Maxwell Archive (at the time of posting this) I expected to hear about the mysterious safe that belonged to Mary Asher. I was wrong. Rather, it was something much more important.
Milo has given to us an inventory of everything in Karl’s old ammunition box. It’s not just the Journal. There’s also the Bag and Knife that Future Noah was carrying in the video “Sisyphus” and Swain’s mask. These were certainly possessions of Sebastian (Noah even calls it a Nazi blade) and seems to just reinforce the notion that Sebastian was (is?) Swain. Milo has even left us the combination! That should come in handy in the future.
That’s not all.
Milo sees Persolus and recognises him as his own grandfather. Myself and pretty much everyone I’ve spoke to agreed this was the most likely scenario. The Collective seems to have been formed with the single-minded goal of obtaining the Journal, and has drawn anyone even tangentially related to it into their web. From Karl’s family, to their friends, to even Karl himself. None of them deserved this, but the Administrator does not care. It wants that Journal and it will do everything to get it, no matter whose life gets ruined as a consequence.
Reading these journal entries would cut to the core of me if I wasn’t so numb inside from the inumerable other cases I’ve read, watched and heard of. The public is being terrorized by an unstoppable god-fiend and yet remains none the wiser. Any attempts to reveal it to the world go ignored. It seems humanity as a whole is happier pretending the monsters under our bed do not exist.
I almost forgot. Milo is rescued from the mean streets of Queens by a mysterious stranger.
Could this be an appearance by our mystery archivist? And if so, am I right about their identity? Did Milo’s father save him that night?
I've mentioned the big three before but lets go in to more detail.
Persolus: He is the oldest of the big three and the first to run away, he spends most of his time reading and playing chess hes pretty chill and just wants to be left alone. His current host is Karl though its more of an agreement at this point.
Syphilis: He is the middle child of the big three running many years after persolus. He is also more aggressive then persolus fighting with scriniarii quite often. He plays chess with persolus sometimes, they both enjoy it but it doesn't happen that often.
Scriniarii: He is the last to join the big three(so far)and the most chaotic of the three of them. He enjoys human things like fast food and Technology. The others don't know why he eats food when they don't need to. Hes on ok terms with persolus but fight with syphilis alot.
((Let's hear it for inspirational streaks at 3-4 AM! Anyway, this is Persy on a bored day. Really, I originally planned for many things (including Persy dancing to Thrift Shop. Maybe another time.), but in the end, I thought finding a new song fit a lazy day well. And to all Twilight fans, I am sorry. I will not judge you for what you are. Only your taste in books. xD I'm joking, but I needed an ending of some kind. ))
Persolus was so bored, he actually wanted to go strike up a conversation with Swain. Yes, he was that bored.
Of course, Persolus didn’t actually do that for two reasons: first of all, he didn’t want to end up in some kind of perverted conversation that would end in awkward silence and a lame excuse that would probably make in the whole Collective laugh at him. And secondly, the knight himself was on some sort of mission.
Going on a mission would be enjoyable compared to this, he thought. The bishop didn’t get bored often, most of the time he’d be fine with locking himself in his room and reading some book he found (or stolen. Didn’t really matter, nobody would care). But today, he didn’t feel like reading a book. He read books practically all day yesterday, and he didn’t want to go through them all just yet.
Persolus sat his head on his desk and tried thinking of something to do. I could check on my box of chocolates. He made a face at this thought. That wouldn’t be interesting. That would probably take up a whole two minutes, and he’d be back where he started.
Persolus glanced at his radio-clock. It was only about 4 PM, Eastern Standard Time. He sighed and just stared at the clock. The soothing, calm-inducing sound it made only seemed to make it more boring, if that was even possible. He quickly tapped a button, changing the station. Suddenly, loud booming music poured out of the speaker’s, making Persolus jump.
Persolus’ head whipped around to the door. Thankfully, it was still shut. Whoever, if anyone, was still home obviously didn’t hear. Thank God, he thought. I probably would’ve had a heart attack if they ran in here. With a smile, he added, or I’d accidently throw something at them. He recalled doing that a week ago to Cursor. If would’ve been funny if what he had thrown hadn’t been a six hundred page novel. He did miss, but still, it didn’t make Cursor any happier or the incident any less funny to the Collective.
Returning his thoughts to the radio, Persolus focused on the music. The song had changed to a quieter one. It was nice. He couldn’t quite hear the lyrics, the volume was much too quiet, but he could hear rhythm. It was catchy. It wasn’t the classical or instrumental music he typically listened to, it sounded more like the modern music he guessed the others of the Collective probably listened to. He turned the radio up a bit.
“Touch my mouth and hold my tongue, I’ll never be your chosen one. I’ll be home, safe and tucked away. You can’t tempt me if I don’t see the day.”
This is good, Persolus thought. He turned the volume up a bit louder and listened more.
“The pull on my flesh was just too strong, it stifled the choice and the air in my lungs. Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie. Cause when I open my body, I breathe a lie.”
At this point, Persolus started to get a feel for the rhythm and began humming quietly.
“I will not speak of your sin. There was a way out for him. The mirror shows not, your values are all shot.”
I didn’t know Firebrand was a songwriter, Persolus joked to himself. He was really starting to like this song.
“But oh, my heart was flawed, I knew my weakness. So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness.” There was a pause in the lyrics where the instrument took over. Suddenly, the song picked up, louder. “So crawl on my belly til the sun goes down, I’ll never wear your broken crown. I took the road, and I pushed it all away. Now in this twilight how dare you speak of grace?”
Persolus was getting more and more convinced that this song was about Firebrand or Noah. Especially since he could tell the word “pushed” was supposed to be a replacement for another word those two were famous for. He snickered at just the thought of those two being on the radio, having to be censored every other sentence.
The chorus repeated once or twice and then the song became quiet again, ending with, “So crawl on my belly til the sun goes down, I’ll never wear y your broken crawl, I can take the road, and I can push it all away. But in this twilight, our choices seal our fates.”
Persolus heard a knock on his door and quickly turned off the radio. He went over to the door and opened it to find a very surprising sight: a black book with a note over the front. Enjoy. –Swain. Persolus ripped the note off and read the name of the book. Twilight.
Persolus nodded approvingly. He could use a good laugh. He shut the door and threw the book on his bed. He went back to his radio and started running through channels. He had to find that song again.
