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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of GodBut, silly things like 'love' and 'romance' never ended well for him. It always got someone killed. So, he did his best to just suppress the emotions. Sela was right, after all. He was far too sinful to even dream about someone like her. He was a murderer, a thief, a crook. Hell, eh'd even killed the big guy upstairs, Capital G, God!
He sighed.
Kendo pulled out his mug. He stopped following them for a second to cook up a concoction of some sort. He dropped four pills into his water, watching it dissolve. This was not healthy. At all. But, Kendo needed to numb the feelings, and this was his best choice at the moment.
He downed the mug, emptying it, then threw it over his shoulder into a portal. He rubbed his eyes. He pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on. He snapped, changing into his 5th outfit, his usual hoodie getup. He started off again, follwing the group as if nothing happened.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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Lean Iteral nods, going past him and into the bathroom. She looks at herself in the mirror, fixing her tie a little and sighing. "It is time soon..." She takes out a clock of her own but only stares at it for a moment, before she puts it back in her pocket and instead freshes herself up with cold water, before going to her new appointment.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
"You know its not like that. Plus, you try withstanding torture for 14 years straight, tell me if you come out of it perfectly fine. Excuse me for taking the only things that help me cope."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
I know I'm not fine and I survived less... I think. But I am not giving you the fault for being bedazzled by her or something, sure I'd be too. I just feel like a very [EXPLETIVE] friend because I am unable to help, despite you being my only friend so far and for the Saint, even shackled, to make you smile in a few minutes, while I barely get you to give me as much as a smirk in over a thousand years. And then you drown yourself out in pills, not even taking mine but getting your own by other means.
I just feel... inadequate. Inadequate of helping you... of being your friend.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
I have not. If a Saint can do my job in less than five minutes, what am I? An acquaintance. And... I don't know why but I feel a different me in a different time line shudder.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.