Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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[ She doesn't want to say that it's fine, because it's not, but it's also not the absolute worst thing she's had to contend with either, and she's gotten plenty of exposure to undead enemies in their adventures throughout the Singularities.
She simply sighs. Her guard is up, against any sudden movements. ]
This is not the first time I have faced the undead. At the very least, it is not a Demon God Pillar...
[ Clouds of black, resentful energy rise from the corpses and surround them. It starts to surround his body, drifting into it via his nose and mouth, and diffusing through his skin. His eyes turn red. ]
...except like this.
[ He swallows hard. ]
This is what it means to walk this path. I had to go alone, back then. I’m glad you’re here, but I’m sorry about it, too.
[ Her eyes widen at his color change, an uneasy feeling settling at the bottom of her stomach. She swallows, and instinctively holds her sword out to defend herself. It is not his actual battle prowess she fears, but the possibility that— ]
Do you mean to say that I must cut you down? Or shall I simply beat some sense into you to exorcise you?
[ She's not a Caster; she wouldn't really know how to exorcise someone since it was never her field. So that leaves beating him up...at best. ]
[ She does not mean to hurt him so, but it is probably a misunderstanding. ]
Of course I do not! I am concerned about you, you utter imbecile!
[ There. She said it, huffing angrily, though she lowers her sword and her body glows for but a moment. Perhaps that was too hostile. He is a necromancer after all; such magi live in different contexts than familiars like her do. ]
What am I supposed to make of you? Honestly, necromancers... You play the part of the cackling villain after you try to dissuade others from following your path. Do you truly think yourself so? Do you truly feel there is no other path for you to take?
He feels, somehow, that he’s being made fun of! This is his heart’s dramatic moment! Except… it really wasn’t, was it?
The air lightens and turns gray: mist with a hint of sunlight above. The murky water dissolves, and turns to grass. Trees surround them. They’re on a hilltop. An oppressive weight of death hangs all about; but there is also life. Sounds of people murmuring… dining together, under a simple, roughly-built pavilion. A child’s laughter. ]
They called me the Yiling Patriarch, Great Lord of Evil. But this was my life, for a long time.
[ He hadn’t used his powers for evil… he’d used them to protect. That is, until the end. ]
[ Nero stops, any hostility in her bones quietly weaning away at the peeking of the sunlight, at the water giving way to grass. She still smells death, but there is also life, as it should be. They are but two sides of the same coin. She quietens, uncharacteristically. A simple, quiet life. An intimate life, with family(?).
That is where the supposed "Yiling Patriarch" began. Nero Claudius understands a little too well where a moniker such as "great lord of evil" could be attached to a man by others. ]
...Do you feel disheartened by the fact that the masses have little to no knowledge of the life you truly [ she gestures around them, to the source of the people murmuring, to be specific ] led?
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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She simply sighs. Her guard is up, against any sudden movements. ]
This is not the first time I have faced the undead. At the very least, it is not a Demon God Pillar...
[ Small blessings(?). ]
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[ That sounds impressive. ]
Well, these corpses won’t attack...
[ Clouds of black, resentful energy rise from the corpses and surround them. It starts to surround his body, drifting into it via his nose and mouth, and diffusing through his skin. His eyes turn red. ]
...except like this.
[ He swallows hard. ]
This is what it means to walk this path. I had to go alone, back then. I’m glad you’re here, but I’m sorry about it, too.
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Do you mean to say that I must cut you down? Or shall I simply beat some sense into you to exorcise you?
[ She's not a Caster; she wouldn't really know how to exorcise someone since it was never her field. So that leaves beating him up...at best. ]
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I see you've got the knives out. Afraid of me? Want me dead? Hahahahahaha! Everybody else did, too! Go on!
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Of course I do not! I am concerned about you, you utter imbecile!
[ There. She said it, huffing angrily, though she lowers her sword and her body glows for but a moment. Perhaps that was too hostile. He is a necromancer after all; such magi live in different contexts than familiars like her do. ]
What am I supposed to make of you? Honestly, necromancers... You play the part of the cackling villain after you try to dissuade others from following your path. Do you truly think yourself so? Do you truly feel there is no other path for you to take?
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He feels, somehow, that he’s being made fun of! This is his heart’s dramatic moment! Except… it really wasn’t, was it?
The air lightens and turns gray: mist with a hint of sunlight above. The murky water dissolves, and turns to grass. Trees surround them. They’re on a hilltop. An oppressive weight of death hangs all about; but there is also life. Sounds of people murmuring… dining together, under a simple, roughly-built pavilion. A child’s laughter. ]
They called me the Yiling Patriarch, Great Lord of Evil. But this was my life, for a long time.
[ He hadn’t used his powers for evil… he’d used them to protect. That is, until the end. ]
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That is where the supposed "Yiling Patriarch" began. Nero Claudius understands a little too well where a moniker such as "great lord of evil" could be attached to a man by others. ]
...Do you feel disheartened by the fact that the masses have little to no knowledge of the life you truly [ she gestures around them, to the source of the people murmuring, to be specific ] led?
[ Does he chain himself with those thoughts? ]