Hwuhhhh...
(Wheezes and looks up at Elin.)
...I am unharmed...! I-I mean of course I am unharmed, such a minor spill does naught for... for a god like myself...
(Tries to get up, but is splayed rather awkwardly over the bottom of the staircase and can't seem to get his footing.)
...Merde...
BRB, fuckin' sudden errands :D :D :D
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-"wow this guys pathetic" thinks Elin- Al right... Do you- need help with getting up-?
Not really... I had always been taught, that to fear a natural process of life was folly. It's a strong Latinist tradition in our culture to be unafraid of that which is inevitably to come at one point or another.
Though I'll admit, my time was calmer than what others must have had... And I'm thankful that for me- I just grew tired, and didn't wake up on my ship again.
-the masked being on the ground moves a little, looking at Phillipe, then looking Assassin-
-crouched down- The bugger isn't dead... Guess the rust bucket saved it's life or something
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-sits up with Phillip's help, looking at Assassin still- How strange...
Heh?
-it reaches out curiously, touching Assassin's chest with the palm of its hand-
What do you think you're-! -he starts to panic and he stumbles back holding his chest where he was touched- Ghh-?
-while the masked being looks inquisitively-
Yes... I didn't have many to leave behind. My crew was aging same as me... We were all dying off. The ship was all we had. We took care of it until we croaked or could not work.
It was our symbol of freedom, after all.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Melody, please. I am nothing if not completely responsib-
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