It grew like this, like all the other trees from my homeworld.
So what are you do?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yeah. But- anyways. A fight's not what I want to have. I just don't fight- I get no pleasure out of it.
{" ... Oui, I know what the Deadman Games are. Though I'm not really much of a prize chicken to be honest. I'm the one they send in when they just want to see a one-sided match. It's why I tried to leave- and somehow ended up here. I was tired of being beaten up all the time." }
{"I don't want to turn back. I don't want to die. Being a Deadman again... she wants to hand me off to someone who'd take me back. I know its' for the good of others- but I was never really that good at my job when I was alive. So... why should I do something I'm not good at?"}
Woooahhh... they grow the leaves in this shape naturally...
Do... humans ever go to your world on Valentines Day celebrations to like- collect these leaves? Because they're really nice... it's- silver so it is a rare metal... or at least- looks silver-y
And well- they look like hearts. It's just- romantic...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh, I mean they get sold off as souvenirs on the Citadel, sure. Only to humans, though, they're the ones who developed that symbol. Once they get blunted, they're safe to touch. Here, let me...
-He reaches up and plucks one off, the smell of metalic sap there-
-He runs the edges across his gauntlet fingerers, smoothing them out-
-Then presents it to her, smiling-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Mm... But yeah. Thanks for letting me know. I'm guessing you met him?
{"Return to the land of the living? Hahahha... oh, it's been too long. I'd have to get used to the world again- I'd be mortal again... there's been over a thousand years since I lived there. The world just isn't the same, I'm sure."}
{"And I don't know what I'd do when I got there... I have no purpose. I wasn't a good vigilante. And I wasn't a good soldier. That's all I did. All I have remembered of my life is just a poem- and it isn't flattering at all... they call me The Fool of The Swamp."}
{"I just want to live alone... and have a quiet life for a change. Peace. Peace and tranquility. If I could be just a spec of light or a soul as the she-demon says... that'd be fine. I don't bother anyone, and I don't have to be bothered. I don't have to talk. I don't have to show my face..."}
-her face lights up as its' presented to her-
-then she giggles a little bit- You're presenting me with your heart.
-she holds it in her hands- I love it... -her smile widens-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI bet he did that as some sort of dramatic entrance.
But- geez.
I didn't think he'd get to that point where he'd start asking others.
He seems like a loner. I remember distinctly that he was a bit of a pariah type.
Hell- even among demons he's weird. He's wearing a full set of plate armor when that doesn't even make a difference, and cloaks are just always... well, it takes respect to be able to wear a cloak, otherwise you just look like you're looking for respect.
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...Mrmm. Demon gods...