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Well.
Apparently my involvement with Una Voce hasn't been forgotten. At least my knowledge with Scala Caeli will yet again come in handy. Alas, alas. Rebeka, Johann, why did you do this. Alas.
Ut desint vires, tamen est laudanda voluntas.The blade whispers of thousands of deaths, but its true power is only MINE to command. They mean to alter it. I ( Read more... ) -
Mm. Hm.
Maior-dearest? A word or ten? -
Is this a test?
Because if this is a test, I'd like to know what I'm supposed to do.
At least I don't wear hats.
Pants may be a problem, however.
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How utterly unproductive. Not exactly surprising, I can say. Hm. And so the end approacheth. -
Oh.
You have to be fucking kidding.
Mizrael needs to stop talking out of his ass. That's bullshit.
And? I think I need to pay a visit to the other. Again. For other reasons, however. Tch. -
Dante.
There's a problem. -
Hn.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
If you two don't hurry up while time is still free, I'm leaving without you. And neither one of you get to see my toy. -
I'm tired.
I am.
It's time to return.
But this does pose an important question:
WHY IS THERE NO FOOD IN THIS HOUSE.