Gracia,
Shit, yep, that's her handwriting.
I have not known you for long. However, I am glad that I met you. I know very little in the actual ways of magic. I am selfish, and I approached you on nothing more than my own desire.
Know that I do this in penance for my actions surrounding you. I said it once, and I will say it again; your power is fantastic.
My room is yours. I have told the magic that you are most welcome.
I hope that this will keep your demons at bay.
In lieu of a signature, a familiar sigil marked the bottom of the paper.
edited 19th Feb '17 1:09:46 AM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]...You were meant to be the sad one...
-Huddles up and rests her face on her knees, waiting for the tears-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Hal is building a tower of cards on the kitchen table-
-It's built on shakey foundations and liable to collapse at the first sign of stress-
-Like Hal-
edited 19th Feb '17 1:47:11 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yeah, that's me. Has he gotten that restraining order on you yet, or does he get some sick excitement out of you peeking in?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Again, that's not really how that works.
There's a lot of demons that watch his world.
I'm not special 'cause of it.
-shrugs- Besides, how am I to know, I haven't really been keeping up on him. I know he left.
I've got other problems now, though.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postAnd why's that?
-Not sounding concerned, going back to his card tower-
edited 19th Feb '17 2:29:26 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh just the fact that I'm debating whether to fight a fellow demon of mine, myself- or call a "friend" to do it instead...
And that's all because Deadman Constructs are appearing around here- and I'm trying to keep them hidden so that they don't return to the Deadman Games.
And one of them was turned into a toad whilst here, so it's a bit of a bitch to try and figure out how to turn him back- or well- make him a human again.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...
Right...
Uh... Do you know anything about dreams? Like, if there's a way for two people to share them? If you can help me with that, I might be able to help you get a handle on your other problems.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Well... I know there's a mutation on the psychic gene that limits their powers to dream manipulation...
-scratches the back of her head slightly- I mean, I could probably come up with a magical amulet or something that allows that too.
It'd probably have to be a properly agreed upon deal, with that kind of power. Otherwise it'd be direct intervention, and that's illegal.
-in a hushed tone- And as you may recall- there's a demon lawyer around. So- y'know- I don't want to break the law around someone dedicated to the law.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postGeez. I know that feeling. -sits down on the couch-
-the shadow coalesces, and a being in full plated armor and a cloak rises out of it, the glowing spot being the super-heated end of a glaive-
-it appears unconcerned with a gun being pointed at it-
If you are sent by Yurishana, then I am surprised that she'd think a human with a gun could dissuade me from my mission.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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-She runs upstairs, into her room, opening her closet and shutting herself inside as she sits on the floor, in a pile of coats-
-Turns on a torch to read-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?