hallelujah

Wander and inquire. || Open

Wow, for once someone was not trying to argue against EVERY LITTLE THING you said.

That was a first. Except, it wasn’t because your friends had been totally IGNORING you on that fucking meteor for GOD KNOWS how long and-

It really didn’t matter at this point since your friends weren’t HERE.

Well it did matter if was just there was nothing you could DO about it which made everything more FRUSTRATING AND-

Moving on.

Okay so Gamzee’s creepy looking ancestor person nodded to your question. So they were aware that this wasn’t a dream bubble, well that was a good start. Not that this really LOOKED like a dream bubble, but then you guess it could be. It could be Pandora’s dream bubble, she could just be a dead troll and-

Woah there. That’s too much philosophical bull shit for right now.

You look at the other troll and notice he seems to be waiting. Oh right, yes or no questions. You did not know WHY you were helping this troll out, maybe it was because you hadn’t seen another troll in a while and as ANNOYING as they could be, it was someone who LOOKED familiar.

And you were being a decent being.

Sort of.

"ALRIGHT SO THIS IS PANDORA. NO ONE KNOWS HOW THEY GOT HERE AND I’M ASSUMING YOU DON’T EITHER?"

Was that a yes or no question? Sure.

"ANYWAY, THERE’S THIS BAT SHIT *GODDESS* APPARENTLY WHO RUNS THIS PLACE BUT I THINK THAT’S A LOAD OF BULLSHIT. IT’S JUST GOTTA BE SOMEONE’S SESSION THAT THEY WON-"

That was NOT a yes or no question.

"RIGHT?"

There, now it was.

#shooshpapsfordays #{(yeah karkat prob didnt give a shit about sign language)}

You smile at him again and shake your head when he questions if you know how you got here. Your nostrils flare slightly at the mention of a goddess, sarcastic air quotes you could hear in his voice not withstanding. His next question gives you a moment of pause.

A victorious session.

You mull this over, weigh the results. But who would have won? This Pandora? Could she affect sessions outside her own to that degree? Would that affect your unlife in the bubbles? Does this affect your motherfucking plans?

You decide to shrug at him, adopt an unassuming and clueless position. You have no idea if it was some sort of victorious session but the thought makes you feel a bit uneasy.

Wander and inquire. || Open

The other troll chuckles and you just sort of ignore it. You are having enough trouble trying to work out what this troll is saying with hand signals let alone trying to work out anything else.

You decide that even if this troll is laughing at you, you really don’t give a shit. You deserve it anyway. You walked into a fucking bench.

But you decide you’re going to stop hating yourself for your inability to see where you are walking for the time being. Instead you focus on the fact that one of your group’s sort-of-ancestors has found their way onto this god forsaken planet. Maybe some others would too?

Anyway, you notice the troll motion to the empty bench space- YES YOU GOT IT, THE FUCKING BENCH- oh wait, was he asking you to sit down? You don’t really know, so you sit down anyway and cross your arms awkwardly. Working out gestures is REALLY difficult when people can’t speak and you were REALLY bad at it.

Anyway, the troll starts miming again and you are confused as all hell this time.

"UM, ISN’T THAT THE SIGN FOR WANTING SOMEONE DEAD? NO WAIT. BLOOD PUSHER. NO WAIT. DYING. NO-"

Karkat Best At Conversations Vantas.

"OKAY I’M NOT GOING TO LIE I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY HERE."

You frown again. Maybe if you ask some yes or no questions this might work.

"FIRST OFF, YOU WERE IN THE DREAM BUBBLES, RIGHT? ‘CAUSE THIS ISN’T A DREAM BUBBLE."

Start somewhere simple, you guess?

#shooshpapsfordays #{(aw yeah yes or no questions time)}

Damn. Not as good at guessing as others you've met. His confusion is very nearly adorable, though you imagine he wouldn't take kindly to that being indicated.

You chuckle again and roll your eyes, then nod at his question. Yes, you were in the dream bubbles. For far, far too long. Thus, you figured out rather quickly this wasn't one of them, because even in the bubbles you never had to deal with the sudden return of your cold pulse.

Far be it from you to deny a question game to a motherfucker, though.

You turn to face him more directly and offer him another smile, then gesture for him to continue. He wants to lead the conversation, and knows more than you, so you'll let him.

This should be fun, so long as you don't manage to frighten him off. Skittish kittens are a weakness of yours.

Wander and inquire. || Open

Part of you had actually been looking for another troll, part of you had even thought that ANY other troll would be fine but you changed your mind.

You had completely ignored the younger versions of your ancestors in the dream bubbles and you were wishing to whatever INANE and USELESS god there was to do the same now. But of course, you couldn’t just WALK AWAY and you weren’t going to, partially because turning your back on a Makara was NEVER a good idea. Gamzee’s latest shenanigans of BULLSHITTERY being case and point. But also because that was rude and if Terezi or Eridan had just ollied out when you’d needed her help you would have been pretty pissed.

You have no idea why er- Carlos? Karloz? Um, wow this was embarrassing. You know have no idea why the mime version of Gamzee gestured at the bench but you guess it’s a sort of joke that you don’t get nor care enough to TRY to get.

Whatever the case, when he waves at you, you sort of wave back awkwardly. You’re still frowning, though not at this troll, mostly at yourself for being a dumb shit and walking into a bench. At least you remembered why this troll wasn’t talking- you weren’t THAT much of a dumb shit. Anyway, the older, creepy looking Gamzee motions again and shrugs and you end up frowning more to work out what he is trying to say. GOD this was going to be a RIVETING conversation.

"EITHER YOU ARE ASKING ME WHY I DIDN’T JUST WALK AROUND THE BENCH OR YOU’RE LOST."

You don’t know why you made it into a statement, but there you go.

"I’M ALSO GOING TO ASSUME THE SECOND ONE BECAUSE HONESTLY, I THINK I MIGHT BE PROJECTING MY OWN QUESTIONS ONTO THE FIRST OPTION."

One ticket to self hate central, please.

"AS FOR WHERE YOU ARE. THIS IS *UNFORTUNATELY* PANDORA."

Karkat the most useful person ever Vantas.

#shooshpapsfordays #{(ah yes timezones)}#{(the mortal enemy of all those who attempt to communicate through the internet)}

Praise be. An answer. You can't help the chuckle at his apparent self-contempt, but hope he doesn't gather you're up and laughing at him. That never makes for a very good impression.

But yes, why didn't he just walk around the bench?

Pandora. You allow your fingers to drum the bench slowly for a moment before offering him another simple shrug. Truth be told that doesn't clear very much of motherfucking anything up, but it's more of an answer than you've gotten from previous attempts.

You motion to the bench as politely as you can and offer him a smile that you truly hope comes off as all friendly. If he knows where, perhaps he knows why, and any more information would be useful of now.

You bring your hand to your throat and draw it across, then point to your chest and mime the pulse of your pump biscuit and sigh through your nose. This is still troubling you, simply for the oddity of it, and you're curious if he knows anything of that or if it's just a.. perk, shall we say, of your current situation.

Wander and inquire. || Open

You are not having a good day and you are not sure whether the sudden occurrence of people is making the day better or not.

On one hand, it means people to talk to.

On the other hand, it means people trying to talk to you.

You really ought to have not been grumpy about it though, you really ought to been helpful. After all, you had NO idea what this planet was at the beginning and you still kind of DON’T but at least someone had told you, right?

You ought to have been HELPING people but again…it was a vicious circle. You guess that you were just disappointed. Disappointed that out of all of the people who had shown up, you didn’t know any of them. It was a stupid hope to assume a human or a troll you knew would just show up but it had happened before so there WAS a precedent.

You looked up, stupid sun, stupid trees, stupid warmth, stupid sky being blue, stupid goddesses fucking with every-

"FUCK!"

Stupid you for walking into a FUCKING BENCH more like it. Except that just made you sadder because last time you’d gone to sit down on a bench you’d almost punched Eridan in the face but at least HE’D BEEN THERE.

"STUPID BENCH, STUPID PANDORA, STUPID-"

You stopped mid sentence because you were fairly sure you were not alone and you were right. Apparently, you’d found another troll.

Your immediate reaction was one of anger and it showed but then you stopped, it wasn’t Gamzee it was one of you group’s ancestors. Who was this again? You didn’t really pay attention to what was going on in those dream bubbles- too many trolls and you just wanted out.

Whatever the case you were making an idiot of yourself and OF COURSE there was someone to see it.

#shooshpapsfordays #{(suuupp karkat i didnt see this i'm so sorry)}#{(i dont know how to makarkat without flirting obscenely i'm so sorry karkat)}

You wonder idly if you had actually managed to sneak up on him or if he just really hadn't been paying attention. It gets difficult to tell from time to time.

Yes, you recognize him. Always immensely more entertaining than your Vantas had been, though they'd both avoided you as much as they possibly could. You suspect for vastly different reasons, of course.

The mention of Pandora earns him a raised eyebrow. Perhaps there's fortune in this meeting yet, he seems to know something you're not privy to yourself. You hope he does.

You make an admonishing gesture at the bench, how dare it not watch itself, can't it see trolls are walking here, before sitting down and smiling more to yourself than at Karkat directly. Ah, private jokes. You attempt to meet his eyes and give him a little wave.

Briefly, you wonder if he remembers you.

You motion to the place around you, and then shrug, pointing to him and hoping he understands your inquiry. It's about motherfucking time someone who knew anything at all came into the picture.

Wander and inquire. || Open

adorabeastly

Oh. Now Nepeta felt downright silly for reacting like she had. He seemed friendly and pawsitively harmless! Although… she’d thought the same of Gamzee right up until she’d watched helplessly as he strangled her poor silly moirail.

Despite her lingering suspicion, she still relaxed considerably, her curiosity getting the better of her. It wasn’t just her who’d arrived here alive, apparently. She vaguely wondered if he had any clue how, or if he’d tell her if he knew, but considering the stitches on his mouth, at least one of those things was impossible.

And to think she’d thought Eridan was the creepiest troll she knew!

It wasn’t very hard to interpret his gesture, at least. She responded with a shrug of her own, figuring it couldn’t hurt to answer his question. Or… to not answer it, given that she was pretty much clueless.

"Who knows! Apurrently it isn’t a bubble, but everynyan is pawfully confused!"

#adorabeastly #pandora rp #{(motherfuck that took forever to reply to i am so sorry i am so so sorry)}#{(laughs really hard because i suck)}

You tilt your head and frown a bit. No such luck for an answer then? A secret that isn't yours. Oh, that won't motherfucking do at all. Not a bubble, though. Difficult decision to make on whether or not that could be considered an improvement. You idly take in your surroundings before turning back to her and giving another warm smile. You place your hand flat on your chest, then bring them down straight, right fingers tapped on the left in a sort of x-shape, and then spell your name. Whether she'll understand that or not you have no clue but you can't forget your manners, now can you?

Then you gesture to her and grin again, hoping for an introduction. No reason not to be courteous, frustrating though it is to be lost in some jumbled universe you can be getting familiar with.

{(nepeta, i haven't forgotten about you! i'm going to be away tonight though and won't be able to reply until later tomorrow, i'm sorry about that.)}

#{(ooc)}

adorabeastly replied to your post: adorabeastly replied to your post: . (( ahh i...

(( naw it looks fine!! creepy as hell but uh. thats sort of kurloz’s thing SO

{(yeah it's kind of wigging me out)}

#adorabeastly

adorabeastly replied to your post: .

(( ahh i wouldnt worry about it much! but if you wanted to edit im p sure that 9 is the age for all castes at least according to fanon and like. highbloods fill in slower?? but yeah dude dont worry about the dead eye thing too much

{(too late. it sort of looks like shit but i cant tell if it actually looks like shit or if it's just weird seeing him with pupils.)}

#adorabeastly #{(ooc)}

Wander and inquire. || Open

adorabeastly

Well, at least Nepeta wasn’t the only one new here. From what she’d overheard while certainly not eavesdropping, practically everyone was as confused as she was. Not as though that improved anything, really, she was still lost and confused and missing her friends all over again, but at least she wasn’t completely alone.

Besides, everyone here seemed to be human. It was exciting! Especially considering that the humans she’d spoken to had all believed their race to be as dead as the trolls. True, she hadn’t really spoken to any of them and they might turn out to be utterly awful, but still! Exciting!

The sound of footsteps prompted her to turn, and her small smile immediately vanished on seeing the person who had approached. She reacted without really thinking, half jumping backwards with a hiss and drawing her clawgloves from her strife deck. And then she forced herself to pause, because, after more than a glance, he obviously wasn’t Gamzee. His dancestor, then? Pawsibly much worse!!

She straightened up, lowering her arms and unequipping her clawgloves, fixing the other troll with a highly suspicious look.

"…sorry. I thought mew were someone else."

#{(tell me if i did a shitty job giving him pupils because wow that took more concentration than i thought)}#{(i think it still does the thing where his face follows you if you move though)}#{(and nah you're a good nep if it's bugging you i'm sure you'll get back in the swing of it)}#{(... that sounded more like a club joke than i meant it to)}#{(also should.. i be using third person? i'm so used to second because of homestuck it's like the easiest way for me)}#{(hrrk this is short i'm sorry i'll do better)}#adorabeastly

You take your time strolling along and gleaning little snips of what the others are conversing before apparently startling the motherfuck up out of a younger troll. You smile, bow your head marginally in acknowledgement, and raise your hands slowly, in a show of meaning no harm. For good measure, a friendly wave.

Meulin's dancestor. You recognize her from the few glimpses you caught in bubbles. Simple enough of a guess who she was thinking you were and you take a moment for a dark, quiet chuckle to yourself over that. Then you gesture to the surroundings and shrug a bit. It'd be downright motherfucking miraculous to get some answer as to your whereabouts but the suspicion lingers of her own confusion matching yours. She had seemed to be getting her eavesdrop on too prior the hissyfit you caused in her.

#{(shit i dont have any icons of him with alive eyes fuck fuck fuck)}#{(hastily attempts a shitty sprite edit)}#{(oh motherfucker this is sort of difficult damn)}#{(would his eyes have started filling in already???)}#{(is 9 the age for that or does it differ for blood castes)}#{(freaks out)}

Wander and inquire. || Open

Unfamiliar, this place. Is it a bubble? You can't quite tell, but if it is it is no bubble you've been before and certainly not a memory of your own.

What it is is motherfucking warm, and you find yourself not only lost but.. alive? A hand to your chest reveals that yes, that's the beat of your bloodpusher. Been a good while since you felt that.

Odd.

You look about, squinting against the sun and you notice some others seemingly new to this place as well if the confused looks and lilts to their voices are any indication. Ah, but at least it isn't you alone not knowing, and there's a motherfucking comfort in that.

In situations such as this the general reaction would be to call out to one of them and inquire of their knowledge of the place.

As is, you lack the capability to do so, and so you move closer to observe their conversations.

#pandoraopen #pandora open #{(what do i tag this with is that enough to tag for this)}#{(what a stunningly mundane opener)}

And the L O R D said the WORD, the WORD, and the WORD, it was...

+++ PERHAPS IT IS TO BEING SO. I MAY HAVE MY OWN MOTHER FUCKING DOUBTS, CERTAINLY. HOWEVER, IN THE END, I PLACE MY FAITH IN THE CAPABLE HANDS OF MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTEOUS GLORY. WHATEVER BECOMES OF A MOTHER FUCKER IS OF A NECESSARY FATE. AY MOTHER FUCKING MEN TO THIS SELF-INFLICTED FUCKING SILENCE. +++

+++ ONLY WHEN THE MISSIONARY BELLS GET THEMSELVES RINGING WITHIN MY PAN DO I RESPOND, AND I HAVE ALL BUT HEARD THE EMPTINESS AS OF NOW. MY BARD REGRETTABLY VANISHED. SOUGHT ANOTHER VERSION OF MYSELF. I MAY ONLY WAIT FOR HIS MOTHER FUCKING RETURN WHILE DEEPENING MY OWN FAITH IN THE MOTHER FUCKING MEANTIME. A TRIAL TO BEAR IS OF NO MOTHER FUCKING CONCERN. +++

#mutemouth #ON THE MENTION OF THE MOTHERFUCKING PATHETIC DO YOU NOT MAKE PLANS PRESENTLY TO WED THE OLIVE WRETCH YOU CRADLE BLEEDING BEFORE YOU?#OR DO I AGAIN CONFUSE THY FONDER SELF FOR INTENTIONS YOUR OWN?#{(this si why i shouldnt read shakespeare while i'm trying to do shit)}

==> A chuckle, a shake of the head.

THE BARD UP AND VANISHED TO YOU? HE COMES STILL TO ME, FAITHFUL AS EVER. HIS RAGE IS TRULY A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, OUR HERALD.

VANISHED. REGRETTABLE INDEED. WHAT USE WOULD RETURNING TO YOU BE IF YOU COULD NOT HOLD HIS MOTHERFUCKING REGARD? ODD OF HIM TO SEEK OUT ANOTHER, BUT SUBJECT TO HIS CAPRICES ARE WE IN SERVITUDE.

DO YOU DISAGREE?

GET THEE INTO THY FAITH MORE SEVERELY, THEN, MY DUPLICATEBROTHER. SOME NAMELESS MESSENGER HAS YOU SHAKEN BEFORE ME EVEN NOW.

IT IS MISERABLE TO SEE MY OWN SELF REFLECTED SO WEAKLY THUS.

And the L O R D said the WORD, the WORD, and the WORD, it was...

+++ HE IS THE LIE, AND I AM TO BEING THE TRUTH. A MASK THAT WISHED TO BECOME REAL AND EVENTUALLY SPLIT FROM MINE SELF. IN THE END, HE SHALL NOT BE THE VICTOR. I HAVE MY HAND WRAPPED AROUND HIS NECK, LEASHING WHAT HE BELIEVES TO BE TRUE MOTHER FUCKING FREEDOM. SHOULD HE HAVE ANY MOTHER FUCKING CHANCE, I TRUST THAT HIS AND MY OWN DESTRUCTION WILL BE BROUGHT ABOUT BY ANY OF HIGHER DUTY. +++

+++ A PERFECT END MOST PERFECT FOR THOSE IN MOTHER FUCKING VOLVED. I CONCUR MOST DELIGHTFULLY. I CANNOT SWAY THY LINGERING DISBELIEF. WORDS TO MOTHERFUCKERS SUCH AS WE ARE BUT FALTERING STARS DESTINED TO BURN AND FALL. ACTIONS MAY ONLY BE TO PROVING, AND WITHOUT DUTY, I AM RENDERED MOTIONLESS. WHEN THE TIME ARRIVES, THOU SHALL SEE. I WILL NOT PERMIT HIS INTERFERENCE SHOULD THE LORD DEEM HIS BONDS UNWORTHY. +++

#mutemouth #{(I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.)}#{(i'm so sorry this took forever i got distracted a million times and didn't see your reply)}

IS THIS LINGERING DISBELIEF NOT THE DISBELIEF OF THEE AS WELL? ESTABLISHED I HAD ASSUMED IT WAS YOU AND I ARE THE ONE AND SAME AND ONLY.

BUT TRUE WHAT GOOD ARE WORDS TO THOSE SUCH AS WE? OBVIOUSLY A GOOD AND FAIR NONE AS WE'VE DONE WHAT WE MOTHERFUCKIN CAN TO PREVENT OURSELVES SPEAKING THEM.

THE FALLING OF STARS. HOW PRECIOUS A METAPHOR, THERE REMAINS MIRTH AND BEAUTY IN YOUR MIND YET. YOU FIND YOURSELF WITHOUT DUTY IS IT? THERE IS NO MOTHERFUCKING THING YOU CAN THINK TO BE GETTING A MOVE ON TOWARDS?

YES, THE PATTERN OF ALL PATIENCE. SAY NOTHING. MY FAITH IN YOURS I MUST PLACE FOR I HAVE NO OTHER RIGHTEOUS VESSEL TO FILL WITH IT.

DO NOT OVERESTIMATE YOUR GRASP ON YOUR SITUATION BROTHER, MAY IT PROVE A HINDRANCE FUTUREWISE.

REGARDLESS THE LORD SHALL HAVE TRIBUTE OF THYSELF AND MINE AND THE CLOWN SHALL LAUGH AND MAKE THOSE RIGHTLY IN THE VAST JOKE'S EMBRACE CHUCKLE WITH.

And the L O R D said the WORD, the WORD, and the WORD, it was...

==> Seeing that your reflection has gone and made himself comfortable in seating, you simply lean your back against the wall to cross your arms. A conversation with yourself was nothing new; however, you failed to understand the difference between him actually being there or personified in your pan. Did it make much difference? +++ INDEED HE MOTHER FUCKING IS. AS SUCH, HE HAS SEEN NO USE FOR A MOTHERFUCKER AS IT GOES TO STANDING ON THIS DIMLY LIT STAGE. O THE WOES OF A THEATRICAL MIME. +++ ==> You chuckle and wave a hand away from your other folded beneath your chest. +++ DEPENDANT? PREPOSTEROUS. I AM TO NEEDING NONE. HAST THOU NEVER HEARD OF A MOTHER FUCKING COVER? THE PERFECT ROLES, TRULY THEY ARE. BOTH DESTROYED BEYOND REPAIR BY ME, YET I HAVE NOT ABANDONED THEM. THEY HOLD IMPORTANT MEMORIES TO BE NECESSARY FOR THE HOLY CRUSADE. +++

+++ WHILST I FEEL NOTHING, THE FOOLISHNESS MINE THUMPER CREATED IN SECRECY HOLDS PLEASANTRY TO THEM. QUITE FOND, REALLY. LET HIM PLAY HIS CHILDISH ACT. IT CHANGES NOTHING. +++

#mutemouth #THAT THEY SUSPECT NOTHING IS A MOST AMUSING THOUGHT #CONVINCING IS THE FOND CHILD'S PLAY #{(i cant put a sentence together for shit right now gruh)}

IF YOU SO INSIST THEN AS TRUTH I SHALL TAKE IT.

THOUGH MUST GET TO CONFESSING A CONFUSION HERE, IS THE FOND ONE NOT YOU AS WE ARE ONE AND THE MOTHERFUCKING SAME? COVER OR NO A FONDNESS CAN CREEP AND CONSUME JUST AS CAN A LIE, AND WE KNOW THIS WELL.

SOOTH, HAND IN HAND DO FONDNESS AND LIES GO WELL.

AND THE FATES BEFITTING THEM ARE AS WHAT? PERFECT PLAYERS IN PERFECT ROLES ARE TO BE GETTING A PERFECT END WOULD YOU NOT AGREE?

PREACH IT, THE FEAR AND TREMBLING. ASSUAGE MINE DOUBTS IN YOUR STEADFASTNESS.

And the L O R D said the WORD, the WORD, and the WORD, it was...

+++ AY MOTHER FUCKING MEN, SWEET-ASS MOTHER FUCKING MIRROR OF MY OWN KIND. ONLY BUSINESS TO BEING EXPERIENCED SHOULD COME FROM THE FINGERTIPS OF OUR STRINGS, TUGGING AND PULLING THE PUPPETS IN THIS VAST SHOW OF MOTHER FUCKING MIRTH AND MISERY AS MOTHER FUCKING STATED. ALL LIKENED TO DISPLAY IN DUE MOTHER FUCKING TIME. SILENT HOLLERS OF COME ONE, COME ALL. A SHOW’S ABOUT TO START. +++

+++ HOWEVER, THE HONOR OF SILENCE FALLS UPON THIS DUTY. DECEIVE THE POOR MISGUIDED SOULS, WATCH AS THEY CLING TO THIS FALSE ACTUALITY. ALL I CAN MOTHER FUCKING TRUST IS THEE AND THE FELLOW HERO OF RAGE. +++

#mutemouth #ARE THEY NOT HERETICS AND BLASPHEMERS ALL?#{(poor unfortunate souls plays omniously in the background)}

CAN YOU TRUST THEE?

==> You lounge in a chair, careful to take up as much of his (your?) space as you can. It is your (his?) hive after all. You twiddle your fingers idly and grin.

THE BARD KEEPS FAST TO HIS DUTIES AND IS MOST MOTHERFUCKING ADMIRABLE AT SUCH.

SOMETHING IS ROTTEN IN THIS STATE OF YOUR UNLIFE. YOU KEEP THEM CLOSE, BROTHERSELF, LEST THEY BEGIN TO WONDER. AND WONDER I DO AT YOUR PACE SET, CAN'T BUT BE ASKING ONESELF IF YOU MIGHT BE WAVERING DUE TO A MOTHERFUCKIN DEPENDENCY ON THESE FOOLS. WHAT ARE THEY, MIRROR MINE, BUT MIRTHLESS?

And the L O R D said the WORD, the WORD, and the WORD, it was...

==> A chuckle erupts throughout that echoing vault of your pan, bouncing off the walls and back into your own thoughts. You’d clap your hands if they were not too busy with the lack of amazement. Of course you should hear yourself. Of course you’d appear behind the haze of this string tying together only those in your closest knit circle. You were at the very core, and here you stood. Time to face yourself. +++ I AM TO MOVING MY PIECES AT MINE OWN MOTHER FUCKING PACE, AS THOU ART TO BEING AWARE I AM SURE. AS TO THEIR FATES, IT MATTERS NOT, FOR I AM IN NO MORE CONTROL OF THEM AS THEY ARE OF ME. ALLOW THE ANGEL TO DECIDE. I FOLLOW INTO BLISSFUL MOTHER FUCKING DAWN. CROOKED GAIT, PLASTERED GRIN. MOTHERFUCKER HAS ONLY THE MOST WICKED INTENT, AFTER ALL. +++

+++ THE MOTHER FUCKING SAINT OF THIS STICKY PAINT. I AM TO FEELING NO BLESSINGS FROM ANY OTHER THAN THOSE IN A HIGHER POSITION. BLASPHEMY DEEMS IT SO. I SHALL NOT FALL VICTIM FURTHER THAN HE HAST ALLOWED. THOU CANNOT AND SHALL NOT DILUDE THIS MOTHER FUCKING CREED. +++