++Pride, Envy, and Avarice are the three sparks that have set these hearts on fire.++

Aug 13, 2008 02:32

O gene umana, per volar sù nata,
perché a poco vento così cadi?

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
       -- Dante's Purgatorio :: Canto XII, lines 95-96 I will be sure that everyone is aware that the creature inside of that house was not under my control. I did not bring him here. But Urado is gone ( Read more... )

mortals, my home, welcome, dante's inferno, dante's purgatorio, i love this place, !ic, purgatorium, humans are peculiar

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aphonically August 13 2008, 07:19:23 UTC
it is too hard to be used to

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:27:06 UTC
Mortals will always be peculiar. Change is too difficult.

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aphonically August 13 2008, 07:28:25 UTC
Yes.

Thylas likes change?

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:29:43 UTC
Change is the purpose of this place.

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homemadeluck August 13 2008, 07:22:28 UTC
Dante huh? I figured Milton would be the man of choice given this places title.

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:26:39 UTC
And out of good still to find means of evil.

I'm a fan of Dante.

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ttlymostspecial August 13 2008, 07:23:28 UTC
So you're the one in charge?

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:28:04 UTC
...Hello, Gabriel Gray. Sylar. I am.

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ttlymostspecial August 13 2008, 07:36:30 UTC
... I would prefer for you to not call me that.

I have so many questions. Why does this place exist at all? What do you consider redeemable behavior? Are you immortal or can you die?

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:44:32 UTC
I'll call you what I wish, pet. Perhaps the name you were given by your mother is the one you should be stuck with.

I can not answer those questions, Gabriel. You should know the answers without asking me. I'm a god, child.

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beyondback_up August 13 2008, 07:33:54 UTC
It was now the hour that turns back the longing of seafarers and melts their hearts, the day they have bidden dear friends farewell, and pierces the new traveler with love if he hears in the distance the bell that seems to mourn the dying day.

Thylas, may I borrow a saw? There is a troublesome thing I must, must get rid of.

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:35:44 UTC
I don't encourage self-mutilation.

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beyondback_up August 13 2008, 07:37:07 UTC
Consider it improvement perhaps. One must... cut away what drags pulls them down.

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thylas August 13 2008, 07:53:26 UTC
Cutting it away is easy, B.

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alangabriel August 13 2008, 07:48:10 UTC
It's quite the pleasure to be here.

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thylas August 13 2008, 15:57:52 UTC
An unexpected answer.

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