Character Castle 2.5
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Alessio’s face seemed carefully blank, and his silence stretched so long Leana wondered if she’d forgotten something very very important.
“That- That’s excellent.” He smiled, almost fakely, and stammered.
She nodded slowly. Okay. “Alright.” *hesitant smile* “If you think of something else, will you let me know?”
Alessio put his fingers up and grabbed for something that wasn’t there. The hood? His whole body seemed to stutter, when he grabbed air… Leana’s chest tightened and her eyes rushed with concern. Are you alright?
“We could still use some dried fruits and meats,” He went to the strange spout, almost in a cloud, and rinsed his hands, “but since we’ll need to travel as light as possible I believe that should be all.” He looked back at the spigot, and squinted like he wanted to take it apart.
Leana smiled, softly, and set her pan aside. Another maid picked it up, to ‘take care of it’, like they had with all the others thus far.
“Parchment?”
The word was so soft Leana almost missed it. Her eyes darted back to him. Parchment? Like… to write on?
“To take notes and learn about the Star Breather. If…if you’d be willing to teach me?”
Leana’s eyes widened, in shock. The Star Breather? “You wish to know of the Star Breather?”
Alessio glanced into her face, almost afraid.
Do you expect me to say no? Her blue eyes sparkled. I’ll tell you what I know! And answer the questions I can.” Though, I’m not near as eloquent as Father. *doesn’t know what paper has to do with that*
Saeb Lyn entered the kitchen, and glanced around slowly. Leana smiled softly toward him.
“Alright,” Arsene sighed, but his eagerness caused a jump inside of Leana. “What needs to be done?”
“Is there anything that is needed?” Saeb Lyn.
“Yes, Mr. Gray Softie,” Arsene. Leana set her jaw and sent the man an annoyed glare, but he didn’t stop smiling. “I’m sure there’s something to do around here. Just ask Mrs. Leana. She seems to have taken over the kitchen now.”
Saeb Lyn sighed, “What is required here?”
“I don’t have to call you Saeb Lyn. If they’re going to torment you, so.” But… it might not stop. *flashing memories of soldiers* Leana sighed, shoulders slouching, before looking at the four of them- Arsene, Crorie, Alessio, & Saeb Lyn. “Come and sit in a circle. Everyone gets a pan.” (After they sit, she’ll tell them how much of each ingredient to put in.) “It doesn’t have to taste good. It just has to be edible, and enough to keep us from starving. We’re not putting in leavening, because that will just take up more space.”
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
“I don’t have to call you Saeb Lyn. If they’re going to torment you, so.”
Even though they couldn’t see it, Hades closed his eyes with the satisfaction of someone not nicknaming him. “I would be most grateful.”
*Considering whether or not he should tell them his name. Might do it if someone asks*
“Come and sit in a circle. Everyone gets a pan.”
Hanging his long coat on a coat rack, Hades obeyed. He had also removed his gauntlets, before complying. He knew how to do basic foods, like traveling bread. It seemed like that was what they’d be making.
“It doesn’t have to taste good. It just has to be edible,” Leana explained, “and enough to keep us from starving. We’re not putting in leavening, because that will just take up more space.”
Sounded about right. … Why was Alessio was staring at him weirdly?
“Is there something wrong?” Hades asked.
I’ve noticed that there is little activity from other members in the castle. Part of which is my fault, due to not coordinating with other members. To the point, what do you people think should happen in this trial?
The trial is centered around Betrayal, whether it is someone a character betrayed or when they were betrayed.
I apologize if I have made other members feel overwhelmed.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
I’ve noticed that there is little activity from other members in the castle. Part of which is my fault, due to not coordinating with other members. To the point, what do you people think should happen in this trial?
The trial is centered around Betrayal, whether it is someone a character betrayed or when they were betrayed.
I’m not really sure. There are a variety of interesting ways to handle this.
1. a character could betray everyone in the mirror.
- 2. a character could hallucinate a situation where it seems like they must betray the others.
1. 3. a character could betray everyone by joining Amnesia. (I like this one.)
1.3.1 the character joined Amnesia to betray and destroy him.
3. a character could experience a time they betrayed someone in the past.
4. a character could experience a time they were betrayed by someone in the past.
5. a character could ‘walk a mile’ in someone else’s shoes, experiencing a time someone else was betrayed.
6. someone could betray Amnesia and assist our characters. (I like this one.)
6. 2 later this someone could betray all the characters.
7. some combination thereof. (I REALLY like this one.)
So, I think everyone remembering the times they were betrayed AND times they betrayed someone is good. PLUS being forced into a situation where they have to make the choice and experience it again. Lots of
drama and angstcharacter development there.Of course, Search and Caleb are probably the only people here who wouldn’t betray someone for convenience. Therefore, they are the most interesting people to make the decision.
(Anyone listen to the Wolf 359 Special Episode: Change of Mind? 😁 Seems really relevant to this trial.)
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
“You wish to know of the Star Breather?” She asked quickly. Maybe he said something wrong again, Alessio looked up but it was eagerness, not impatience. Her eyes shone and it made her look like she was really aglow. But not like Arsene, he radiated with impishness.
“I’ll tell you what I know! And answer the questions I can.” She said, she actually said yes! Not that he really thought she’d say no just…it was terrifying to ask for anything, he was relieved she didn’t seem upset with it.
“Alright,” Arsene sighed, bursting with mischief all the same. Or maybe just something about the robber’s cheerfulness was just innately sus. “What needs to be done?”
Big Softie slipped in and was taking in the whole situation now.
“Is there anything that is needed?” He asked,
“Yes, Mr. Gray Softie,” Arsene interjected before Alessio could say anything. “I’m sure there’s something to do around here. Just ask Mrs. Leana. She seems to have taken over the kitchen now.”
She didn’t ‘take over’ the kitchen, she just… He was thinking ‘made it more effective’ but that somewhat did involve taking over the kitchen…
Big Softie gave a martyr’s sigh. “What is required here?”
“I don’t have to call you Saeb Lyn. If they’re going to torment you, so.” Leana said, deflating a little as she looked over, well, them. Yeah…they were not the most polite or refined group. In fact one might go so far as to say they were some of the most chaotically gruff disorganized people to ever use the very fringes of sanity as a bungy rope.
“I would be most grateful.” Sir Sca – uh, Sir…? said in an almost painfully relieved voice. He could be polite? Alessio stared at him intently (completely oblivious to the fact that it’s rude to stare).
“Come and sit in a circle. Everyone gets a pan.” She said like someone with now-lowered expectations for what would be possible with her resources. Alessio mutely complied, trying to figure out what he was supposed to call Big Softie/Sir Scary now?
“It doesn’t have to taste good. It just has to be edible, and enough to keep us from starving.” That much Alessio could do, he felt a little better about that. “We’re not putting in leavening, because that will just take up more space.”
That sounded sensible, he knew how to make bread fairly well, and he’d just have to follow her directions, right?
But now that Sir Scary was nice, Alessio had many questions. Like, why did he always wear a mask even after everyone else seemed to have dropped or left their masks. And, how old was he? He was closed off and formal but not unkind like…Alessio’s big brother. And he seemed done with the idea of killing Alessio had he ever assassinated someone before, maybe he was just a soldi -?
“Is there something wrong?” Big Softie was looking at him when he said that. Whoops.
“What am I supposed to call you now?” Alessio asked while he was already in trouble anyway. Now that it was on his mind, Alessio started to realize how little he knew about how to be polite. “Uh…no offense.”
That was awkward.
He was usually more polite to people he didn’t like because they’d hurt him if he was honest. Why was acting proper so hard? How was Leana so good at being polite and being kind? It wasn’t fair!
So, I think everyone remembering the times they were betrayed AND times they betrayed someone is good. PLUS being forced into a situation where they have to make the choice and experience it again. Lots of drama and angst character development there.
Ooooh I like thisss!!
I say numbers 1 (1-3) and 5 are my favorites!
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
I believe it should be noted that the situations in the mirror change from character to character. This trial in particular could center around the time a character betrayed someone or when they were betrayed (or a mix of both). If a character hasn’t really experienced any major betrayals in the past, they might see someone else’s memories or just get teleported out by Amnesia because they’re unaffected by the mirror.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“What am I supposed to call you now?” Alessio asked.
… Normally Hades would have ignored anyone who asked for his name, but it was clear they’d be companions for a while longer. Much to Hades’ irritation. Working in a team often led to Hades clashing with its members or just ignoring them entirely. Hades doubted he’d be able to work with them efficiently, so there was no reason to give them his name.
“Uh…no offense.” Alessio apologized awkwardly for something.
“None taken,” The black knight stated, “I go by the name John Doe.”
John Doe. The name of an unidentified person. Also an identity he wore for a bit during the Gears War. Nobody would be able to trace him with that. He’d vanish once all this was over. But he couldn’t go by a nickname forever.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“I’ve seen a person named Alessio with the one who calls himself Arsene Lupin.” Sherlock said, and added baiting. “To tell the truth, he was a little odd.”
A little odd was a fantastic understatement of course, the kid routinely yeeted himself out windows to avoid social situations for as long as Nathair could remember. Quiet, sweet amiable harbinger of chaos who looked just too innocent to be accused of: blowing up the furnace, sliding down the bannisters while trying to shoot some fruit off a priceless statuette, accidentally convincing the entire court he had been kidnapped or ran away when he actually was just hiding in a small cubby in the library for a full week to hide from his tutors.
Yes. Odd.
“Really? What did he do that was so odd?” Nathair asked all the same, just to get him talking.
The room was starting to shift like a tunnel, creeping into grey. Then Nathair could hear the soft clatter of dice, not from his pocket. No that was a noise that echoed on stone flooring just like that day.
Nathair inhaled softly and readjusted the grey-silver folds of his clothes until his knuckles were white. But he’d mastered the art of looking causal – almost eerily so – about it.
(Ya’ll ready to start the trial thingymawhat?)
@ragnarok @hannahrenner @rusted-knightTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“None taken, I go by the name John Doe.” Sir Scary said,
“But that’s not your real name.” Alessio said automatically. But he was supposed to be trying to be polite! That was not really working, maybe he should just go back to being annoyingly blunt? At least that sounded more practical…
He glanced at Leana for instructions on how to make bread and tried to keep his mouth shut.
@ragnarok @kimlikesartTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“But that’s not your real name.” Alessio said automatically.
Wincing under his mask, Hades passively said. “John Doe was my professional name, not my birth name. And it is the name I will go by.”
“Professional name, you say,” Arsene, undeniably not missing the chance to start mischief, started his tricks once again, “What is your profession, Mr. Doe?”
He’s digging for information. And if he wasn’t comfortable telling them his birth name, he certainly wasn’t okay with sharing his profession with them. Mix in a little truth to get him quiet and then he can go on with his life.
“I’m a wanderer of sorts.” Hades answered.
“Hmm,” Arsene was planning something, but what? “Have you ever watched the Sound of Music?”
??? “No, why?”
“Oh, no reason.” Arsene said in a carefree tone.
And then started singing under his breath. Just enough for everyone to hear.
“Doe, a deer, a female deer~”
Sigggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Why? Why? Oh, why.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re annoying?” Hades bitterly inquired.
“Yes, the mayor himself.” Arsene declared with unusual joy, “He’s considered filing a lawsuit.”
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“John Doe was my professional name, not my birth name.” Sir S- John said in a forced, even voice. “And it is the name I will go by.”
Fine fine, fair enough.
“Professional name, you say,” Ah yes, Arsene wasn’t going to accept that… “What is your profession, Mr. Doe?”
Wasn’t that self-explanatory seeing as they met when John tried to kill him!?!
“I’m a wanderer of sorts.” With a hobby assassinating people? The only person in this group who didn’t know about that fight was Leana so…why bother? That said, Alessio probably wouldn’t admit to it either so that’s fair.
It wasn’t like he chose the job, (nobody ever did really) more like he was desperate. Like they all were.
“Hmm,” Arsene was scheming again and they were all going to die. “Have you ever watched the Sound of Music?”
What was the Sound of Music? Some sort of play? But what did that have to do with anything?
“No, why?”
“Oh, no reason.” Arsene said airily. And started singing. “Doe, a deer, a female deer~”
…I don’t get it?
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re annoying?” John retorted snappishly while Alessio tried to detangle the words and figure out why that was a joke and what it even meant…? He glanced at Leana with a baffled expression.
“Yes, the mayor himself. He’s considered filing a lawsuit.” Arsene chirped.
“What’s a doe?” Alessio whispered furtively in her direction. And why would it be called ‘a dear’ and why…??
Arsene never made any sense…
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Leana scowls into her bowl, then says, voice even- “Shake enough flour into your bowl, to where it’s about three inches deep.” She does it, not looking up.
*will proceed to give instructions, doing it herself, whether others follow or not* *will stop to answer questions, if they have honest ones, though…* *doesn’t know if they’ll do it*
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'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
“Shake enough flour into your bowl, to where it’s about three inches deep.” Leana said, fixedly glaring into her bowl. Alessio wasn’t sure what three inches was exactly but at this point he was too scared to ask so he peeked over her work and just imitated as best he could.
She’s irritated with them.
Which wasn’t the end of the world, he tried to remind himself, it didn’t mean she was going to lash out or anything bad.
Right…
Alessio glanced at her trying to figure out if there was a way to make her feel better or if he’d just mess it up more trying. What were you supposed to do when someone’s upset? Nevermind, what was he going to do? What’d he want someone to do when he’s upset? Devils, that wasn’t helpful either, different people needed different things…
…Maybe he should just stay quiet and give her time and space? That sounded like the cowards’ way out. He was gonna go with that.
All of the sudden the world shifted into a black, morphing haze. It shifted to gray, then to black and white squares sifting the air. It shifted to total darkness and then it all came back like he was back in that moment all over again.
Clit-clatter
Somehow that sound of clinking dice was always there like it was the blood in his veins. He could hear it, before he saw anything. He could hear riotous voices and the sweet-sick smell of alcohol and tobacco, blood and sweat all coagulated together. It’s all grey all…lost in the background to the numb hazy state of mind – drug-induced – to sedate the…natural urges of a ghoul.
Oh, but they didn’t even trust that.
Nathair smirked slightly through the haggard tangle of dirty, silver hair. Those sedatives they used to control the blinding rage, they didn’t always work. Not that…the boy didn’t have control, no, he usually did. But they didn’t seem to really understand he had no reason to show restraint when he had every reason to want them dead.
And it scared them, didn’t it?
It made them leave him alone, stop trying to get any progress.
If he waited, if he scared them enough they might just get careless and release him. After all, you can’t kill a ghoul. If he waited…
Clit-clatter
The other weapons – (Kids, not weapons. He didn’t want to think like them.) – they were a couple paces away betting on a game of Consequence. Chattering incoherently. All of them somewhere around ten or twelve. About his age, about the same. And they were all something like little monsters.
No, he was just pretending to be, until he could finally escape. He didn’t want…
Somebody was shouting now – something about cheating. All the noises just echo a little, they’re always garbled. Whatever senses could get through to Nathair were all dim.
With a quiet clanking of chains, the boy shifted position, gnawing at his irritated wrist. It was bleeding now, tasted metallic and thick. He didn’t like the taste, he…didn’t like how easy it was to slip out of it, to just exist, to just forget to be human. If he was in fact human still.
He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his power, trying to capture memories of warmth and memories of what it felt like to be human. He was trying to imagine the memories like a tingling heat in his fingers, flowing from his heart, like he’d been taught. Slow his breathing.
It shouldn’t be this hard because he’d used his power on other people before by accident and that’s how he’d learned he could project memories. But the thing was, it was a useless power. Nobody cared if they could understand how he felt, understanding wasn’t going to protect him. And for some reason he couldn’t even use that ability on himself…so it was useless.
The shouts behind him were getting louder and it was breaking into a fight he could hear it. Nathair glared at the racket, almost impressed that it could be so noxious even with his smothered senses.
Slash!
Nathair went rigid as droplets of blood splattered his back, every sense suddenly exploding into crystalline clarity and with that a feral hunger. His eyes darted to the scene, red highlighting the floor, sparkling on the walls, sharpening every sensation like a target on the back of a scruffy-haired girl. She staggered back, stiff like a doll with snapping strings and he didn’t even recognize why for several seconds. But a thin sliver of steel bleed through the small of her back.
Without a gasp she collapsed dead on the floor, an elongated needle pinioned her chest.
Behind her, her killer stood, smiling back at the crowd of kids, spinning a needle across his finger.
“Anyone else wanna join your friend?” The boy said, but his eyes were on anything but the body. Smoothly he bent over to sweep up the coins scattered on the floor, even the ones dyed red. He still never looked at his handiwork.
“I didn’t cheat,” he said “I just know how to play the game.”
Nathair bit his lower lip until it bleed as if that would appease the animalistic urge shaking his insides. His eyes traced the dark-eyed, intent boy watching them all with an impishly smug smile like he was daring them to come at him. The room was silent, even now when every nerve in him felt sharper and more vivid than it ever did anymore.
A soft cough in the group of kids.
“Is it allowed to kill outside of training?” Somebody whispered.
“I’ll tell the alpha!”
The boy just turned and started to leave. That’s when it got worse, the other kids – to them it was like permission to do everything they were accustomed to.
With a yell another boy swung a sword at his back, but with a flick of his wrist something small impaled the attacker and then there was a squelching snap and a needle shot through him.
The boy – the murderer – laughed, a sound like some mix of confident and crazed. He spun around, a set of needles posed in his hand. Three or four kids attacked – the time-halt girl nearly did him in but she’d never learned to hold steadily and he took two seconds to flick his wrist and cause her to fall.
Nathair lost track of who was fighting all too quick as the whole scene became a mess of blood painting the walls. He hissed through his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut with all the concentration to ignore every instinct he had. He didn’t want to have to die again but he guessed that was inevitable so he steeled himself.
There weren’t really screams it all happened too fast, or maybe he just blocked it all out.
But then there was silence. A grey blanket of eerie silence that made him wonder if the sharpened senses had dimmed out again. No, because then he could here the solitary clop of footsteps coming closer.
He sucked on his lower lip, mechanically twisting the cold chains between his fingers. Nathair was debating whether or not kill the survivor before the survivor killed him when something lightly brushed his head. With a startled snarl, he lashed out at the space behind him…and was cut off by the tangled chains along his wrists.
“Was your hair always silver or was that just part of the, uh, ghoul thing?” The boy-murderer patted his hair with his sticky fingers like an awkward, curious twelve-year-old like nothing – none of…any of that…was unusual. And maybe it wasn’t. Nathair jerked his head away and glared up at him.
The boy was wiry, dark-haired smiling with a sort of confidence Nathair had always envied. And his inquisitive eyes sparkled with an odd, almost unnatural childish light. It was unnerving how easily he shrugged off the deaths of all his companions at his own hands, it was more unnerving how genuinely friendly he sounded now.
“You, uh, you wanna eat that?” The boy said with half a fake smirk, sort’ve kicking at the body of the girl closest. He rubbed his nose, his hand was still spinning a needle.
“No.” Nathair growled.
“Huh, ok.” The boy persisted, and patted his hair again obnoxiously. “My name’s Yasha.”
Great. He wanted to be ‘friends’.
“Hey I’m just trying to be nice! You won’t ever escape if you don’t at least pretend to what all the adults say.” Yasha said adults like he was so mature for not calling them grownups, it made Nathair even more annoyed because he still called everyone a grownup.
“You don’t know how to play the game,” he continued with a smirk “like if you just went along with it they wouldn’t chain you up all day. Devils they might even let you out sometimes!”
Nathair glared at him, even as he fought the urge to look hopeful. He huffed.
“And what do you get out of it!?”
The boy kept spinning the needle in his hand.
“Well, you know, that’s my ability, I see potential in small things and make ‘em bigger.” The needle elongated in his hand.
@hannahrenner @ragnarok @rusted-knightTrial of Betrayal backstories…? *insert puppy eyes*
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Could we skip the rest of preparing, and just… head to whatever doorway they’re going to walk through. 😄If yes…?Everybody has a pillowcase with an equal distribution of supplies. (Except Leana, who has a few extra odds and ends in her bag.
Others could have asked for particular things, too. (:)All this hullabaloo done, she looked expectantly at everyone else for directions. (Particularly Alessio and John.) Her eyes aren’t angry… or excited. Just… determined. Weary, with sadness in their depths.
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@this-is-not-an-alien @ragnarok 🦔Jominkreesa
'Forth now! And fear no darkness!'
When they finished, Arsene put his tail coat back on. “Well, that was fun. We should try going on a picnic next time.”
Arsene glanced back at the rest of the kitchen. Half of it was covered in flour, there were a few burn marks on the wall, and there were a couple trays of inedible bread on the table. One was Alessio and Arsene’s attempt to make bread, while the other was a disaster of his own making. He was sure he lost all of his flash powder to Nathair, but apparently he still had some when he started cooking. Yes, that’s what happened. His flash powder somehow ended up in the flour. So when they started mixing… POW!!!
“None of you seem to agree with me.” Arsene commented, drawing this conclusion from the fact everyone was glaring at him.
And well, the kitchen in that section looked a lot worse. Leana and Alessio both took turns glaring at him.
Yes, good times.
Female Deer, on the other hand, had managed to make bread that looked edible. Emphasis on the ‘looked edible’ part. Arsene had stolen a sample of it and hated it. It was too bland. But Female Deer said that would guarantee ‘nobody would steal rations’.
That sounded rather pointed.
But he had also done something else. He seemed to have taken some meats, cut them into smaller portions, and had dehydrated them. They were still in a dehydrator and who knows how long they would be there. No problem though. As long as it tasted better than the bread.
At least Leana had bread that looked good. But Arsene couldn’t confirm whether that was the case or not, because she was glaring at him. It seemed that he wouldn’t be sampling her bread any time soon.
They had been recently informed that the ‘trial’ would be tomorrow morning, so they would have to supply themselves quickly.
“So, while he have time, I say were get any weapons we can find. There’s a store across the street from the hotel and this ‘Lord Amnesia’ says that we can get whatever we need. I say we use this opportunity.”
They were still glaring at him.
@this-is-not-an-alien @kimlikesartYou can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“Well, that was fun. We should try going on a picnic next time.” Arsene chirped, staring at his handiwork. The floor was powdered enough to masquerade as a ghost – compliments of Arsene startling him with that explosion and Alessio dropping his bowl of ingredients. Which resulted in a couple sparks and that resulted in another disaster.
“None of you seem to agree with me.” HE HAD HAD TO START ALL OVER AGAIN WITH ALL THE INSTRUCTIONS HE COULD REMEMBER BECAUSE HE WAS TOO SCARED TO ASK ANYONE TO REPEAT THE DIRECTIONS!!! And then he had to do that in a kitchen that didn’t function at all, where everyone was trying to blow up everyone, so he had to try and start a fire to cook it because the “oven” box didn’t work anymore!!!
There were black, crunchy edges all along the bread and it smelled…not so savory. But it was edible to Alessio. Alessio, who is immune to most poisons and has standards so low they’re a tripping hazard, Alessio.
“So, while we have time, I say we get any weapons we can find. There’s a store across the street from the hotel and this ‘Lord Amnesia’ says that we can get whatever we need. I say we use this opportunity.”
Alessio wearily grabbed Arsene’s shoulder and stared at him with a look of such apathetic disbelief and accusation you’d think if someone said the house was burning down he’d just nod and go to sleep.
“Arsene, I have to say this,” Alessio said in a strained voice “ – and I mean this in the best possible way – of all the catastrophes I’ve met in my sad short pathetic life you are the worst culinary disaster. Ever. And this is a feat par excellence such that in your backwards way of thinking you could take it as an inestimable compliment.”
He shook his head.
“How, my friend, are you not dead?! Also, no! We are not going shopping before we face our imminent demise!” Actually this situation was almost funny. If it wasn’t a life or death situation. He shouldn’t be trying not to laugh!? “We should…just…get this over with…”
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
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