-nods- That's right. I'm going to help with that.
Should we go inside?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI"Butthead. -grin-"
And then there was silence. . .
(Nods.)
...I—I guess... If you're gonna... b-be there...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-smiles at him-
Alright. Let's go.
-starts to head back inside-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Roger is sitting crosslegged on the couch in the main room-
roger something covered in SHEEP is snoring against you
And then there was silence(Nods.)
dead devotionHmm.
Still, fate is a funny thing. I used to know a goddess of fate so very long ago. Before the overthrow of the Primal Spirits caused the planes to shatter and divide.
I still wonder to this day, how she fares.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post. . .
(Hesitates for a moment, but eventually follows her down.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-stops at the edge of a larger clearing, almost a field unto itself-
-in the middle, is an active [1]◊, sending sparks and electricity around-
-surrounding it, is a small camp; Helghast troopers are milling about, on patrols, making stews, or simply milling about-
-the shell have deployed its payload; a balloon holding a small metal canister aloft in the air, directly above the camp-
-Liman is prone in the bushes, holding a detonator and eyeing the camp through a binocular-
всегда верен...I know how that feels.
dead devotion-looks about for Theresa and Gila-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-nods-
It is a strange emotion.
Some would claim that it deserves it's own domain.
And I'd be inclined to agree.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...Yeah.
dead devotion.....?
-Looks down at the sleepy sheep-
Fear, as well.
A domain like that is limited in purpose.
Can't do much in terms of morality with "Fear" and audiences do so love a happy ending.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(They're both still in the hall.)
(Resting his huge head in Theresa's arms, sniffling.)
...It'll... It'll all be okay... Promise...
(Tenses up when he sees them.)
. . .
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019it is
the OLDER ingrid
who's got a BAG on her stomach
And then there was silence-smile- That's the best you got?
Hm.
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.It's gonna be okay, Bucky. I'll be right here.
-raises her voice a tiny bit- Theresa?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIHm.
dead devotion…!
(Looks back at Caster.)
...Oh... Hey... Is he...? Is he okay...?
. . .
(Holds onto Caster's arm.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-switches his mask to a neutral one again-
It was a good talk.
Though, before I leave. Please- tell me more about the place we currently stand?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-gently holds his hand-
-paw-
-w/e-
Do you want to talk to her, Bucky?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
-follows-
-laugh-
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.