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Alice is Stalwart - The mysterious man that was talking to himself was gone, now it was only Alice and Masani in the ramshackle apartment. 'It was very kind of him to give her his bed 🛌,' thought Alice. She paused and then thought again. 'Though, I suppose it was even kinder of him to risk his life for us. What a kind man,' she thought charmingly. 'I wonder what Masani would think of him if she were awake.' She changed the cold towel on Masani's head for the third time. Masani was shivering but she was also sweating and warm with fever. She had not made as much as a sound when Alice changed the gauze in her mouth. But when Alice exposed the alcohol wipe to the exposed area Masani groaned in great discomfort. Alice felt quite sure that Masani would wake up any time that she pleased, but she was enjoying the respite of sleep 😴 to avoid the horror of waking life. Perhaps she had hoped that me might sleep forever if she slept long enough. But Alice would not have that, she would do everything she could to save Masani's life, even if Masani was kicking and screaming the whole way back to recovery. - Doodle by @_bribribumblebee_ https://www.instagram.com/p/BnCkrqeBGJr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11knpnit2k24n

Mobi Unraveled - What had been mild suspicion was now panic stricken fear as Mobius held the necklace in his palm. Feeling his intentions, Shulsaga spoke to him, "What is troubling you Mobi?" Her modulation was calm and reassuring, he immediately felt more at ease when he heard the faerie's soft, seductive voice inside his head. Even now, was she working her charm magick over him? He could not say. "You hear my every thought, yet you ask what troubles me? Why play coy with me, demon?" In his distraction, Mobi had taken a wrong turn and had to double back whence he came to get on track towards his destination. "You think I'm manipulating you," Shul stated, it was not a question. "I know you are manipulating me, what I'm trying to discern is the extent of your manipulation," he paused for a moment but when Shul did not offer a reply he continued. "How long have you been weaving threads through my consciousness? How deeply have you embedded yourself in me?" he was speaking aloud now and people were looking at him suspiciously. When he caught himself he felt bashful and hurried down an alleyway. He was sweating. He had begun to lose his grip on reality. He needed to sleep 😴. He swore to himself that tonight when he laid down his head to rest, he would put the amulet far out of sight and out of mind. - Doodle by @_bribribumblebee_

Mobius is Manipulated - Mobi had relied heavily on Shulsaga's aid during the rescue, he had used her eyes 👀 to survey the scene. He used her superhuman agility to reach Masani's shop undetected. And most impressively, he offered up his body to full possession so that Shul could slay three well-trained knights that stood in his way. The fairy was tied to him through an amulet he had received many years ago. In the time he had known the sprite she had helped him through many binds. In exchange, he fed her his 'mana' as she has called it. The magical ✨ energy that emanates from all people but often goes unnoticed. At first, he had kept her in a lockbox, but as time went on, he began to wear it more and more frequently. Recently he had even worn it to bed, letting her inhabit his dreaming mind. Their minds had become interwoven and anytime he had thoughts of removing the amulet he then thought contrary and kept it close to his chest. Now he wondered if he was even capable of taking off the talisman. He felt in control of himself but was that to a ruse? And with that thought he unraveled even more unsettling thoughts. Was Shulsaga the source of his motivations? Was she who dwelt within him the one that directed his steps, only giving him the illusion of conscious control? How could he object to that when he has been questioning his own recent actions. He found it not only possible but likely that she had become his ruler and himself only her puppet, a planchette to her desires. - Doodle by @_bribribumblebee_

Mobi Lacks Motivation - Mobi instructed Alice to bolt the door 🚪 behind him, not bothering to take the keys 🗝️ with him. She was to only open the door 🚪if she heard a specific sequence of knocks and for no one else. As Mobi walked through the streets, he took inventory of the previous night. So much had happened so quickly and he found that it seemed more like a surrealist painting than an event in his life. He traced back his steps carefully, he had killed three knights in a public square though he saw no peering eyes and he had been watching carefully for onlookers. Even if he had been seen, he had worn a mask and felt confident that the crime could not be tied to him. He had also taken the witch and her companion, that for all he knew was also a magician, into his home. They would be sought after even if he was not, and harboring them would be dangerous and no doubt fatal for him if kept up long enough. But why had he gone there that night in the first place? That part eluded him. He knew that the woman who testified in court would be in danger ⚠️ but then again he had never been prone to acts of heroism. The whole chain ⛓️ of events was out of character for him. This had been nagging him even as he committed the acts but it wasn't until now, when he had a chance to catch his breath that he really thought it over. - Doodle by @_bribribumblebee_

Mobi Nurtures - "She is running a fever, we need to take her to a hospital 🏥," Alice spoke, trembling as she did. "She won't be safe there. Those who did this to her will seek her out in places such as that," Mobi told her as he paced back and forth across the room. Alice washed the blood and dirt off of Masani's body with a washcloth Mobi provided for her. She removed the gauze that had been stuffed in her mouth 👄 and grimaced at the sight. Her stub of a tongue 👅 was no longer bleeding but was swollen and looked infected. "She'll die ☠️ if she doesn't see a doctor!" she cried, sobbing into Masani's chest. Once again, Mobi felt strong feelings of compassion for Alice. He pondered over these inclinations to nurture and where they might have come from. He had only known her for the better part of a day and yet he felt more strongly for her then most people he had come across in life. "I know someone who can help," he offered hesitantly. Suddenly her eyes 👀 were on him. "A doctor?" she asked. "No, but close enough. He's a nurse that can probably get the medicine she needs. Stay with her, I will return shortly." He did not wait for her response. If he waited any longer he might regret getting involved further. He did not know Masani and had no love for her, yet he found himself incapable of abandoning Alice. - Doodle by @_bribribumblebee_

Faust's Bridge - Gabriel pushed Faust's head down 👇so that he would not bump it as he entered the car, he did this gently and with compassion. Faust could feel this, he could feel the intentions of his heart ❤️ through some sort of mental bridge. These were new kinds of thoughts, he never had this power of intuition before tonight. True empathy; to have other's pain bleed into your mind, is a terrible curse and never a gift 🎁, he decided. But this realization was only a surface level thought, the undercurrent, the deeper part of his mind was wrought with loss and misery. The mutilation of a flower 🥀 whom he decidedly loved. His feelings for Masani were not romantic, he respected her too much for that. To taint his love with feelings of blossoming passion would only serve to diminish their bond. No, he loved her for who she was and not for the potential of who they could be. And now she was probably dead ☠️, torn from this life by people who feared her voice 📣 and all the dark secrets it threatened to unveil. He would make them suffer. Everyone who conspired either directly or passively in this terrible sin, including even Gabriel who had extended kindness towards him, he to would suffer and die. -

Ptolemy's Mirror - Alice joined by Mobi's side after the carnage had ended. Three knights lay dead ☠️ in the street, it surely would not take long before their absence was noted. They needed to move quickly. Mobi wasted no time cutting Masani down. As he worked at the ropes, Alice was distracted. Something had caught her attention. A peculiar mirror sat perched against a building not far from them, it was out of the way, something that most would not likely notice. As she approached it, she realized that it did not reflect her image, but acted as a window. Through the window-mirror Faustus Vescovi looked back at her. Bound and gagged, he looked defeated. His cheeks were blotchy and his eyes were red from a myriad tears. "Faust?" she said. And then she saw shuffling behind him. Whomever was behind Faustus had not noticed Alice's presence until she spoke. Now they were quickly advancing. Though Faust could not speak 🗨️, he conveyed a thought 💭 to her through their eye 👁️ contact. It was not as complicated as words but more of a general idea. 'Run!' The thought boomed in her head and she began to leave but before she got away, Faust's assailant got a look at her face, and she a look at his. And then the mirror was a mirror once again. She was looking at herself now. - Doodle by @_bribribumblebee_

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Mobius is Possessed - It was over as quickly as it began, Shulsaga plucked her harp 🎼 strings, making Mobi move on her accord. The closest of the men had not even drawn his blade 🗡️, not noticing Mobi's own blade due to the dim half-light of dawn. He grabbed Mobi by the shirt and pushed him against a wall, but then he coughed and sputtered and quickly let go. Clutching his stomach, he fell to his knees. When the other two men saw the blood they rushed Mobi, this time with weapons ⚔️ at the ready. Mobi drew the fallen man's blade, holding it out in front of him in his right hand; he held his dagger 🔪 backwards in a defensive position in his left hand. He used the sword to parry the first strike, glancing the man's blade off balance long enough to slash the dagger across his chest before burying it in his neck. The man died grasping at his throat, his face turning blue. Mobi left the dagger behind and took up a two-handed stance with the sword. He circled with his final opponent, both men watching for openings and gaps in each other's defenses. However the knight was paying too much attention to Mobius and not enough to his surroundings; he tripped and fell over his fallen comrade. Mobi did not give him a chance to recover, he sank the blade into his chest while he still lay sprawled on the ground. -

Masani's Crucifixion - Alice struggled to reach Masani but Mobi used all of his strength to hold her back until everyone had left and it was safe to cut her down. But her pleas had begun to take a toll on his psyche; he could stomach her wails no longer. He gently brushed her hair out of her eyes and dried off her wet cheeks. Though she was a stranger, he felt compassion for her. Three armed sentries remained behind, to finish up the job. He wasn't sure what possessed him now, his feet acted on their own. Though he had little to no experience with combat he strode forward to face the demons in his path. He slid his half mask up above his mouth and nose so that only his eyes were shown. His prized dagger 🔪 was in hand… when had he drawn it? He couldn't remember unsheathing it. He had never used the ornamental knife, he won it in a card 🃏 game. But it looked sharp and deadly. "Stop where you are!" one of the men ordered. Though they wore no armor and had crude weapons, they handled themselves with all of the grace of kingsmen. 'Because they are kingsmen,' he realized. When he did not stop or show any signs of slowing down, the second of the knights bellowed, "It looks like he wants to join her up there!" and withdrew a rusted bronze sword 🗡️ from his hilt. "Shul," Mobi said simply. "You have my strength, I am with you Mobius," whispered the fairy in his ear 👂. -

Saint Masani The Silent - To add insult to injury, Masani was hoisted onto a crucifix. She was held in place by ropes tied roughly around her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was stuffed with gauze to stop her from bleeding out from the stump of her severed tongue. She was bared naked and blood dripped from her lips. Her head was slumped over, hanging unconscious from her shoulders. The crowd had died down at this point. The spectacle had ended and guilt had set in with the rising sun, casting light down upon what was done in shadows. - #crucifix #cross #heresy #blasphemy #woman #naked #female #fem #dream #prose #poetry #poem #story #storytelling #words #occult #esoteric #pagan #witchcraft #magic #blackmagic #doodle #sketch #illustration #grunge #grungeart #aesthetic #handwritten #darkpoetry #drawing

"It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are good at heart ❤️. It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death 💀. I see the world 🌐 being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder 🌩️ that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky 🌌, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty will end, that peace ☮️ and tranquility will return once more." (7/15/1944.12-13) - The Diary of Anne Frank - #annefrank #ww2 #holocaust #portrait #quote #quotes #dream #drawing #doodle #sketch #illustration #poem #poetry #prose #words #literature #diaryofannefrank #peace #love #hope #tranquility #grungeart #grunge #grungeaesthetic #aesthetic #magic #midnight #worldwarii #darkart #worldwar2

The Ram & The River (God is Cruel) - We are but words on a page. I've seen the maker's hand ✋. I have seen the weaves that hold everything together. Even now, the words I speak 💬 are not my own, they are part of the grand script. Nothing exists outside of what is written down. Our memories are a facade, when the curtains close on this scene we will cease to exist, until the author deems it time ⏳ for us to dance💃again. A book 📖 is not a window into a foreign world 🌐, it is the entirety of that world. This I have seen. This I know. - #aries #aquarius #blood #bloodmagic #bloodoath #bloodpact #lovers #astrology #philosophy #poem #poetry #prose #words #runes #magic #blackmagic #handwritten #dream #doodle #sketch #illustration #love #darkpoetry #grungeart #grunge #esoteric #pagan #aesthetic #witchcraft #occult

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