RESIST

[Drain from Grace Roblox Roleplay Blog]

[while-you--still-can]

INNARDS EXPOSED TO LEAVE A ROTTEN CORE

[Hi! This is a roleplay blog for Drain from grace. Due to headcanons, implications within the game, and various other facts, I may handle more delicate topics occasionally. MOST OF THE CHARACTER IS HEADCANONS.]

[Drain is an honorary resident in Sinrow @haveitdoneandloseyourhead , gifted a nice suit by the Guille. Decorated in bells that alert of their presence.]

Roleplay/interacts: OPEN

Askbox: OPEN

Doodle requests: OPEN

[Mod is an adult, and is fine with "suggestive" interactions. After all, the character I'm handling has its nature. Blatant NS/FW is off the table however. I do not want to cause issues.]

Drain: it/they

tags list:

#fixation >interactions

#down bad >asks

#clung >art

#resist >ooc

#shame to his name >delicate topic

[Feel free to speak directly to mod if anything needs clarification or questioning]

[Mod also runs @in-tognico and @body-over-soul ]

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

<the familiar sound of bells in the air once more. A common sound around sinrow now it seemed. As drain slowly worked to memorise locations and significant spaces. Moving carefully to pick up on the most important details. If it could get used to it all, it wouldn't need the guille to lead it around so much. It was sweet of them that did it, of course. It just didn't want to feel like it was taking their focuses from more important things.>

-🥀🍎 ( @while-you--still-can )

[ ...Drain had quickly gathered a small following of Guille, anyway. They didn't say much of anything-- in fact, they had walked along silently, and only after a few minutes, did one speak up. ]

"...it feels like it has been quite some time," [ It murmurs, more towards its comrades than Drain. ] [ Another hums lowly. ] "it hasn't been that long." "has it? ...it could be that We have been busy as of late, and simply haven't made the time." "...yes, maybe."

[while-you--still-can]

<it paused in its motions, Slowly turning around vaguely towards the guille. It had been so focused in its little self assigned mission that it hadn't noticed them.>

... how, long have you been following me? ... how many-?

<they weren't upset by any means. It was a little funny in all honesty, making them laugh slightly.>

What are you talking about... with, time-?

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

[ A few of them awkwardly waved. ]

"We missed you. it feels like it has been a while since you've been here last, even if it probably hasn't been." "is all well? is there anything We can do for you?"

[while-you--still-can]

Oh-! I.. I'm not sure how long it's been. I've never been good with time...

<they clasped their hands, fiddling with the cuffs of their suitsleeves.>

I've missed you all as well. I was, actually here more for you folk. To see if there was anything I could do for you. I don't, need anything really.

Unless, any of you happen to have an orange...

<they really liked oranges.>

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

[ A few jumped up, scrambling. ]

"yes! yes! an orange! We can do that! right away!!! please be patient, We will be right back!!!"

[ It was a little cute how eagerly a small group of them split off, running off to who-knows-where. The others which stayed still seemed just as antsy to do something for Drain, nonetheless. ]

"it's okay. We aren't too good with time, either. it doesn't matter. it's a malleable concept for mortals to perceive their lives ticking away."

[while-you--still-can]

<they laugh some, bells clattering with the motion.>

I guess so.. uh, anything interesting.. happen lately?

<it shifted around. It enjoyed talking to the guille. Bit it felt nervous. It rarely did anything of interest and were always worried it would just be.. ignorable. It wasn't sure whether it would prefer that over the attention>

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

"hopefully not!" [ One of them chirps. ]

"w-well-- there never is anything of 'interest' in Sinrow. We like to keep it that way, unless it's you."

[ Another picked up on Drain's ever-present nervous shifting again, and begun wringing at its own hands to think up a solution (Despite the typically emotional ineptness of the community). ]

[while-you--still-can]

I guess I meant. Ah. Sinners, or, something coming through. Any good chases or anything. It's alright if not-!

<it sits silently a moment, before remembering something.>

Do any of you know where Canine is-? They said that there was a story of sorts they could share with me, another time.

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

<the familiar sound of bells in the air once more. A common sound around sinrow now it seemed. As drain slowly worked to memorise locations and significant spaces. Moving carefully to pick up on the most important details. If it could get used to it all, it wouldn't need the guille to lead it around so much. It was sweet of them that did it, of course. It just didn't want to feel like it was taking their focuses from more important things.>

-🥀🍎 ( @while-you--still-can )

[ ...Drain had quickly gathered a small following of Guille, anyway. They didn't say much of anything-- in fact, they had walked along silently, and only after a few minutes, did one speak up. ]

"...it feels like it has been quite some time," [ It murmurs, more towards its comrades than Drain. ] [ Another hums lowly. ] "it hasn't been that long." "has it? ...it could be that We have been busy as of late, and simply haven't made the time." "...yes, maybe."

[while-you--still-can]

<it paused in its motions, Slowly turning around vaguely towards the guille. It had been so focused in its little self assigned mission that it hadn't noticed them.>

... how, long have you been following me? ... how many-?

<they weren't upset by any means. It was a little funny in all honesty, making them laugh slightly.>

What are you talking about... with, time-?

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

[ A few of them awkwardly waved. ]

"We missed you. it feels like it has been a while since you've been here last, even if it probably hasn't been." "is all well? is there anything We can do for you?"

[while-you--still-can]

Oh-! I.. I'm not sure how long it's been. I've never been good with time...

<they clasped their hands, fiddling with the cuffs of their suitsleeves.>

I've missed you all as well. I was, actually here more for you folk. To see if there was anything I could do for you. I don't, need anything really.

Unless, any of you happen to have an orange...

<they really liked oranges.>

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

[ A few jumped up, scrambling. ]

"yes! yes! an orange! We can do that! right away!!! please be patient, We will be right back!!!"

[ It was a little cute how eagerly a small group of them split off, running off to who-knows-where. The others which stayed still seemed just as antsy to do something for Drain, nonetheless. ]

"it's okay. We aren't too good with time, either. it doesn't matter. it's a malleable concept for mortals to perceive their lives ticking away."

[while-you--still-can]

<they laugh some, bells clattering with the motion.>

I guess so.. uh, anything interesting.. happen lately?

<it shifted around. It enjoyed talking to the guille. Bit it felt nervous. It rarely did anything of interest and were always worried it would just be.. ignorable. It wasn't sure whether it would prefer that over the attention>

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

<the familiar sound of bells in the air once more. A common sound around sinrow now it seemed. As drain slowly worked to memorise locations and significant spaces. Moving carefully to pick up on the most important details. If it could get used to it all, it wouldn't need the guille to lead it around so much. It was sweet of them that did it, of course. It just didn't want to feel like it was taking their focuses from more important things.>

-🥀🍎 ( @while-you--still-can )

[ ...Drain had quickly gathered a small following of Guille, anyway. They didn't say much of anything-- in fact, they had walked along silently, and only after a few minutes, did one speak up. ]

"...it feels like it has been quite some time," [ It murmurs, more towards its comrades than Drain. ] [ Another hums lowly. ] "it hasn't been that long." "has it? ...it could be that We have been busy as of late, and simply haven't made the time." "...yes, maybe."

[while-you--still-can]

<it paused in its motions, Slowly turning around vaguely towards the guille. It had been so focused in its little self assigned mission that it hadn't noticed them.>

... how, long have you been following me? ... how many-?

<they weren't upset by any means. It was a little funny in all honesty, making them laugh slightly.>

What are you talking about... with, time-?

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

[ A few of them awkwardly waved. ]

"We missed you. it feels like it has been a while since you've been here last, even if it probably hasn't been." "is all well? is there anything We can do for you?"

[while-you--still-can]

Oh-! I.. I'm not sure how long it's been. I've never been good with time...

<they clasped their hands, fiddling with the cuffs of their suitsleeves.>

I've missed you all as well. I was, actually here more for you folk. To see if there was anything I could do for you. I don't, need anything really.

Unless, any of you happen to have an orange...

<they really liked oranges.>

[haveitdoneandloseyourhead]

<the familiar sound of bells in the air once more. A common sound around sinrow now it seemed. As drain slowly worked to memorise locations and significant spaces. Moving carefully to pick up on the most important details. If it could get used to it all, it wouldn't need the guille to lead it around so much. It was sweet of them that did it, of course. It just didn't want to feel like it was taking their focuses from more important things.>

-🥀🍎 ( @while-you--still-can )

[ ...Drain had quickly gathered a small following of Guille, anyway. They didn't say much of anything-- in fact, they had walked along silently, and only after a few minutes, did one speak up. ]

"...it feels like it has been quite some time," [ It murmurs, more towards its comrades than Drain. ] [ Another hums lowly. ] "it hasn't been that long." "has it? ...it could be that We have been busy as of late, and simply haven't made the time." "...yes, maybe."

[while-you--still-can]

<it paused in its motions, Slowly turning around vaguely towards the guille. It had been so focused in its little self assigned mission that it hadn't noticed them.>

... how, long have you been following me? ... how many-?

<they weren't upset by any means. It was a little funny in all honesty, making them laugh slightly.>

What are you talking about... with, time-?

[while-you--still-can]

i want to gnaw on you so freaking bad

oh-!

M

Maybe

Uh

Dont. do that

[while-you--still-can]

meow

...

m

meow..?

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[forevision-html]

ah...

well, i suppose that makes sense. this place is very much concrete...you'd have a better time in nede with that.

not that i recommend going to nede. i mean, its fine, its not the worst place, but its super bright-

( a slight pause, ina's gaze going back to the frail flower. )

its nice that youre trying, though. im sure the guille would like them, in their own way.

[while-you--still-can]

they grow other plants here. For them to eat. I just thought, maybe...

<...it sighs, gargling a little and flicking the flower over. Drawing its knees uo to its chest and holding on to them.>

I want to make more flowers, but when I bloom them myself, it takes blood and tar. And a lot of energy. It's tiring, but it's all I can really give to them. I wish I could give more. They've already given me so much.

[forevision-html]

( ina frowns a little, watching it move. )

ah...

im sure theyd appreciate whatever you can give. and im sure they wouldnt want you to tire yourself out that much.

but i..i understand wanting to do something for others when they have done a lot for you. it doesnt feel fair if you dont, does it?

[while-you--still-can]

not really... the most I can seem to do is what they already do. But- it's alright. I can figure something better out. They deserve it.

[forevision-html]

im sure you will.

( ina is silent for a moment, before standing back up, although he doesnt walk away. )

im not very good with things like gifts, but i probably have some things maybe you could give to them?

( he digs into his pockets, pulling out little metal sculpture. its small, appearing to be made out of a bullet, although they are bent and sculpted to look differently. the one they pull out looks similar to a shark...? )

uh- well, not exactly this one, but i can whittle one that looks like litany or something and- and you can give it to them. im sure it would fit their...their aesthetic and vibe, and...yknow. extra points for it being litany. or i do have ones with flowers carved in...?

[while-you--still-can]

<they "glance" up. Bells clicking gently as it wings and tugs at its hands.>

M.. maybe.. it's real nice of you to.. to offer, but. I feel like whatever it is, should be something I do myself..

[forevision-html]

hm...

maybe i could teach you?

( ina pulls out a different bullet carving, this time with a flower on it. its not very detailed, but its recognizable. )

its...pretty simple, my bullets are pretty malleable. and, uh, i dont know. its relaxing.

( ina holds out the one with the flower. )

and you can have this, if you...want.

[while-you--still-can]

<it shifts. Hesitantly taking the piece and feeling over its pattern. Laughing quietly.>

Oh wow... that's very nice-!

I.. I don't know how well I'd be able to make them. My fingers are so long, and... Ican't, really see whatever im trying to do.. but they sound wonderful.

[forevision-html]

im sure, uh, we could find a way- even if you dont carve on the bullet itself, sometimes i carve on the sheet of metal that get turned into the bullets, if youre worried about intricacy.

plus im sure there are, uh, stencils and stuff. that could help you, i could- um- find some.

( ina rubs his arm. )

'course, doesnt have to be now. or ever, if you dont want to, but if you want to try i can bring the stuff to you- or you can come to me, whatever works.

[while-you--still-can]

It... it sounds nice. I'd like trying. Even if, I emd up bad at it.

<they jingle quietly as they turn their bells over and over.>

[forevision-html]

oh, really- i mean, good! good, yes, im glad youve considered it

( he doesnt seem like he expected drain to say that, but he gives a frankly awkward thumbs up anyway. )

if you wanna stay in sinrow i can bring the stuff to you, im sure you probably dont want to leave. and it wont take long to get it.

[while-you--still-can]

I, don't particularly want to leave, but... please be careful if you return. the guille aren't always welcoming to others and differences.

<it turned back to its knocked over flower. Carefully reaching to set it upright again. Packing the soil gently to help it stand.>

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[forevision-html]

ah...

well, i suppose that makes sense. this place is very much concrete...you'd have a better time in nede with that.

not that i recommend going to nede. i mean, its fine, its not the worst place, but its super bright-

( a slight pause, ina's gaze going back to the frail flower. )

its nice that youre trying, though. im sure the guille would like them, in their own way.

[while-you--still-can]

they grow other plants here. For them to eat. I just thought, maybe...

<...it sighs, gargling a little and flicking the flower over. Drawing its knees uo to its chest and holding on to them.>

I want to make more flowers, but when I bloom them myself, it takes blood and tar. And a lot of energy. It's tiring, but it's all I can really give to them. I wish I could give more. They've already given me so much.

[forevision-html]

( ina frowns a little, watching it move. )

ah...

im sure theyd appreciate whatever you can give. and im sure they wouldnt want you to tire yourself out that much.

but i..i understand wanting to do something for others when they have done a lot for you. it doesnt feel fair if you dont, does it?

[while-you--still-can]

not really... the most I can seem to do is what they already do. But- it's alright. I can figure something better out. They deserve it.

[forevision-html]

im sure you will.

( ina is silent for a moment, before standing back up, although he doesnt walk away. )

im not very good with things like gifts, but i probably have some things maybe you could give to them?

( he digs into his pockets, pulling out little metal sculpture. its small, appearing to be made out of a bullet, although they are bent and sculpted to look differently. the one they pull out looks similar to a shark...? )

uh- well, not exactly this one, but i can whittle one that looks like litany or something and- and you can give it to them. im sure it would fit their...their aesthetic and vibe, and...yknow. extra points for it being litany. or i do have ones with flowers carved in...?

[while-you--still-can]

<they "glance" up. Bells clicking gently as it wings and tugs at its hands.>

M.. maybe.. it's real nice of you to.. to offer, but. I feel like whatever it is, should be something I do myself..

[forevision-html]

hm...

maybe i could teach you?

( ina pulls out a different bullet carving, this time with a flower on it. its not very detailed, but its recognizable. )

its...pretty simple, my bullets are pretty malleable. and, uh, i dont know. its relaxing.

( ina holds out the one with the flower. )

and you can have this, if you...want.

[while-you--still-can]

<it shifts. Hesitantly taking the piece and feeling over its pattern. Laughing quietly.>

Oh wow... that's very nice-!

I.. I don't know how well I'd be able to make them. My fingers are so long, and... Ican't, really see whatever im trying to do.. but they sound wonderful.

[forevision-html]

im sure, uh, we could find a way- even if you dont carve on the bullet itself, sometimes i carve on the sheet of metal that get turned into the bullets, if youre worried about intricacy.

plus im sure there are, uh, stencils and stuff. that could help you, i could- um- find some.

( ina rubs his arm. )

'course, doesnt have to be now. or ever, if you dont want to, but if you want to try i can bring the stuff to you- or you can come to me, whatever works.

[while-you--still-can]

It... it sounds nice. I'd like trying. Even if, I emd up bad at it.

<they jingle quietly as they turn their bells over and over.>

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[forevision-html]

ah...

well, i suppose that makes sense. this place is very much concrete...you'd have a better time in nede with that.

not that i recommend going to nede. i mean, its fine, its not the worst place, but its super bright-

( a slight pause, ina's gaze going back to the frail flower. )

its nice that youre trying, though. im sure the guille would like them, in their own way.

[while-you--still-can]

they grow other plants here. For them to eat. I just thought, maybe...

<...it sighs, gargling a little and flicking the flower over. Drawing its knees uo to its chest and holding on to them.>

I want to make more flowers, but when I bloom them myself, it takes blood and tar. And a lot of energy. It's tiring, but it's all I can really give to them. I wish I could give more. They've already given me so much.

[forevision-html]

( ina frowns a little, watching it move. )

ah...

im sure theyd appreciate whatever you can give. and im sure they wouldnt want you to tire yourself out that much.

but i..i understand wanting to do something for others when they have done a lot for you. it doesnt feel fair if you dont, does it?

[while-you--still-can]

not really... the most I can seem to do is what they already do. But- it's alright. I can figure something better out. They deserve it.

[forevision-html]

im sure you will.

( ina is silent for a moment, before standing back up, although he doesnt walk away. )

im not very good with things like gifts, but i probably have some things maybe you could give to them?

( he digs into his pockets, pulling out little metal sculpture. its small, appearing to be made out of a bullet, although they are bent and sculpted to look differently. the one they pull out looks similar to a shark...? )

uh- well, not exactly this one, but i can whittle one that looks like litany or something and- and you can give it to them. im sure it would fit their...their aesthetic and vibe, and...yknow. extra points for it being litany. or i do have ones with flowers carved in...?

[while-you--still-can]

<they "glance" up. Bells clicking gently as it wings and tugs at its hands.>

M.. maybe.. it's real nice of you to.. to offer, but. I feel like whatever it is, should be something I do myself..

[forevision-html]

hm...

maybe i could teach you?

( ina pulls out a different bullet carving, this time with a flower on it. its not very detailed, but its recognizable. )

its...pretty simple, my bullets are pretty malleable. and, uh, i dont know. its relaxing.

( ina holds out the one with the flower. )

and you can have this, if you...want.

[while-you--still-can]

<it shifts. Hesitantly taking the piece and feeling over its pattern. Laughing quietly.>

Oh wow... that's very nice-!

I.. I don't know how well I'd be able to make them. My fingers are so long, and... Ican't, really see whatever im trying to do.. but they sound wonderful.

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[forevision-html]

ah...

well, i suppose that makes sense. this place is very much concrete...you'd have a better time in nede with that.

not that i recommend going to nede. i mean, its fine, its not the worst place, but its super bright-

( a slight pause, ina's gaze going back to the frail flower. )

its nice that youre trying, though. im sure the guille would like them, in their own way.

[while-you--still-can]

they grow other plants here. For them to eat. I just thought, maybe...

<...it sighs, gargling a little and flicking the flower over. Drawing its knees uo to its chest and holding on to them.>

I want to make more flowers, but when I bloom them myself, it takes blood and tar. And a lot of energy. It's tiring, but it's all I can really give to them. I wish I could give more. They've already given me so much.

[forevision-html]

( ina frowns a little, watching it move. )

ah...

im sure theyd appreciate whatever you can give. and im sure they wouldnt want you to tire yourself out that much.

but i..i understand wanting to do something for others when they have done a lot for you. it doesnt feel fair if you dont, does it?

[while-you--still-can]

not really... the most I can seem to do is what they already do. But- it's alright. I can figure something better out. They deserve it.

[forevision-html]

im sure you will.

( ina is silent for a moment, before standing back up, although he doesnt walk away. )

im not very good with things like gifts, but i probably have some things maybe you could give to them?

( he digs into his pockets, pulling out little metal sculpture. its small, appearing to be made out of a bullet, although they are bent and sculpted to look differently. the one they pull out looks similar to a shark...? )

uh- well, not exactly this one, but i can whittle one that looks like litany or something and- and you can give it to them. im sure it would fit their...their aesthetic and vibe, and...yknow. extra points for it being litany. or i do have ones with flowers carved in...?

[while-you--still-can]

<they "glance" up. Bells clicking gently as it wings and tugs at its hands.>

M.. maybe.. it's real nice of you to.. to offer, but. I feel like whatever it is, should be something I do myself..

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[forevision-html]

ah...

well, i suppose that makes sense. this place is very much concrete...you'd have a better time in nede with that.

not that i recommend going to nede. i mean, its fine, its not the worst place, but its super bright-

( a slight pause, ina's gaze going back to the frail flower. )

its nice that youre trying, though. im sure the guille would like them, in their own way.

[while-you--still-can]

they grow other plants here. For them to eat. I just thought, maybe...

<...it sighs, gargling a little and flicking the flower over. Drawing its knees uo to its chest and holding on to them.>

I want to make more flowers, but when I bloom them myself, it takes blood and tar. And a lot of energy. It's tiring, but it's all I can really give to them. I wish I could give more. They've already given me so much.

[forevision-html]

( ina frowns a little, watching it move. )

ah...

im sure theyd appreciate whatever you can give. and im sure they wouldnt want you to tire yourself out that much.

but i..i understand wanting to do something for others when they have done a lot for you. it doesnt feel fair if you dont, does it?

[while-you--still-can]

not really... the most I can seem to do is what they already do. But- it's alright. I can figure something better out. They deserve it.

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[forevision-html]

ah...

well, i suppose that makes sense. this place is very much concrete...you'd have a better time in nede with that.

not that i recommend going to nede. i mean, its fine, its not the worst place, but its super bright-

( a slight pause, ina's gaze going back to the frail flower. )

its nice that youre trying, though. im sure the guille would like them, in their own way.

[while-you--still-can]

they grow other plants here. For them to eat. I just thought, maybe...

<...it sighs, gargling a little and flicking the flower over. Drawing its knees uo to its chest and holding on to them.>

I want to make more flowers, but when I bloom them myself, it takes blood and tar. And a lot of energy. It's tiring, but it's all I can really give to them. I wish I could give more. They've already given me so much.

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[forevision-html]

oh! well...that was definitely nice of them.

( ina slowly crouches down to get more level with drain- it feels weird to be above somebody, however literal he means it. )

so what are you trying to do now, with the dirt and stuff?

[while-you--still-can]

I was trying to see if the flowers I grow could take root anywhere. But they all wilt so fast.

<it brought a hand to the particular one it had been watching. It's petals already frail and delicate. It wouldn't last long.>

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[forevision-html]

oh- i was just...wandering. wondering what you were doing.

( he pauses, suddenly feeling a little awkward. )

mostly i was going to see if any sinners were, er, around. but theyre not, and you are.

...

fancy suit you got there, huh.

[while-you--still-can]

Oh, yeah-! The uh.. the guille made it for me. It's very comfortable. I like having clothes after... so long without any.

<It was warmer. Softer. Less harsh and exposed. They couldn't thank the guille enough.>

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>

[forevision-html]

( to enter a place where one barely goes is difficult, but ina does so anyway, makes the first step through those doors. he isnt so worried- his only purpose is to absorb individual fear anyway, and sinrow is the perfect place.

what he finds is not a sinner, nor is any particular chase. what it finds, after moments of searching for a lead, is drain.

diokophobia, nowhere to be found. ina hesitates for a moment, a shake to the shoulders, a falter to the step, before continuing, stopping only when he can get a good look at what theyre doing. )

right...

evening, drain.

( said quiet, as to hopefully not scare. it is not his prerogative to scare it, after all. )

[while-you--still-can]

<it flinched regardless. Bells jingling as it registered who was there. Hands planted against the ground as it's fingers twitched.>

A-ah... hello. Do you- need something-?

<It adjusted its suit a little. Sitting up straighter. Subtly trying to shield its (frankly poor) gardening work>

[while-you--still-can]

<it sat somewhere in sinrow, messing around with some dirt it had found. Trying to see if it was possible to cultivate its flowers. Didn't seem to be having a whole lot of success.>