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โ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ.โ #FateRP | #FGORP ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ฒ #หขแตแถคสณแตแถฐ
โ โ โGod morgon. It's about time that I stop moping and do something productive.โ
แดฌหข แตแตแตสณสธแตสฐโฑโฟแต สฐแตหข หขแตแตสณแตแตแต แตโฟแต โฑแตโฟโฑแตแตแต แดฌโฟแต แดต แถแตโฟ หขแตแต สธแตแตสณ หขแตโฑหกแต, แตแตหกโฑแตสฐแตแตแต แดฎแตสธแตโฟแต แตสฐแต โฟโฑแตสฐแตหข แดต สทแตโฟแตแตแต แตแต แถสณสธ โฑหข สทสฐแตสณแต แดต แตแตแต สธแตแต แดฌโฟแต แดต แตสณแตสธแตแต แดฎแตหกโฑแตแตแตสณ
โกหหโ*เณห ๐ธ'๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ยฐ โก โข โต โฉ โ ยฐ
It almost urges him to cover his face. Or to throw a blanket over her. But he'll just adjust his glasses for now. โ โ โGod morgon, frรถken Pretender. Are you always so energetic in the morning?โ
โ Gรณรฐan morgin , Mr Caster !โ There is the sun. Not literal But bright enough
Mornings are always so dark during winter's approach.
"Come in! Come in. Straight blades, curved, claymores? What are you looking to have made? Just bring me the money and I shall see it be done." ใYour trusty Blacksmith.ใ ใ #MVRP ใ
โ โ โIs that so...โ His brow furrowed. Seems he'd misread her implications. Not that it was too surprising. He didn't enjoy dealing with people. โ โ โWell, take it to heart anyway. It seems like plenty of people here carry their regrets like armor.โ
โ o-oh no no Mr Caster, I'm not particularly too worried. It's simply a question I sometimes encounter. โ She waves her hands , diffusing the tension.
โ โ โEven if they did exist, they'd be long since dead. You're currently yourself and there's no point in thinking about what may or may not have been.โ He'd scoff, clicking his cane against the ground. โ โ โWorry is the stomach's greatest poison. Move on from what you can't change.โ
" In truth, Mr Caster .. I don't think there real 'me' exists in this world ." " It is not verified, but it seems my familiar friends do not exist either. My parents do, that is who King Fjolnir is. It does not help that my memories of exact identities are terrible."
Huh... You really don't match the profile I've got of a "mage".
All of us. We all have different mothers. I earned the right to take the Dawlight family crest however.
โ โ โWell, your identity was doubtful at best the moment you divulged that you are a Pretender, "Fjรถlner". But one's identity doesnโt necessarily require one to be "real".โ Resting his cane in front of himself with his left hand, Nobel raised his other hand and within it, a stick of dynamite was >
Her identity was false ? โ My identity is very much real. I am King Fjolnir , progenitor of the Yngling Dynasty ! Is my identity not valid to reality ?โ If anything that was myth becoming reality, it's the deification of said person, because King Fjolnir was very much just a human king..
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ใ๐งจใ And by getting things started, I mean tomorrow. It's 11pm and I need to get up in 7 hours. So good night, folks.
โ โ โI'm not so desperate as to devour whatever is placed in front of me... Especially using such demeaning methods.โ Eyes looked the other up and down as he turned to her. Was she even human? โ โ โYou know me, but I can't say I know you. Who am I speaking with?โ
"Don't like it..? Hm, thought that'd work for sure..." Pulling the meatball off the hook, Lovecraft instead opted to eat it herself. "You're the boom man, right?"
ใ๐งจใTime to get this rolling.
Then who will be the one to inherit the crest? Is it one of those poison pot situations?
No, neither are idiots or weak. Just really good at one. I've got my dexterity.
โ โ โ...Hm.โ With that, he closed his eyes. And after a moment, a nod. He had a theory. Or at least the beginning of one. โ โ โWe'll see.โ
ใ Nah, I don't really think that. I just don't get why ya are bein' so forthcomin' 'n wantin' to understand... just stick around long enough, ya will meet Rumple sooner or later. ใ
โ โ โI can't blame you. The truthful man is usually a liar.โ
ใ Yeah no... I still don't trust it. ใ
Impressive. The determination, that is. Though at that this point it seems more as stubbornness.
The collective sum of generations of my family lineage. Which began in the year 543 A.D.
โ โ โOf course I am.โ Nobel straightens his back, pushing his glasses up. โ โ โI, a scientist, was just informed that something which I regarded as fantasy is in fact real. My choices are to educate myself about it, or deny it as falsehood. Would you rather I deny it and your existence, Stiltskin?โ
ใ .... Ya are fishing for information, ain't ya? ใ James raises and eye brow, crossing their arms over chest and staring at him. ใ Why should I disclose that to ya, when we've just met. ใ
โ โ โI'm not sure what to say about the predatory implications of that, but regardlessโ What is it that you have to deal with then?โ
ใ Huh? Ya look like the cat who's watching the canary now. ใ The tailor tilts their head at him.
โ โ โOh?โ Now that seems to have caught the Caster's intrigue.
ใ An imp would be quieter than what I have to deal with... ใ