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[his_deception]

~

Ah, but the white of it.

...if the Void in such starvation.

A guide through this city, or some vague manner of counsel, perhaps? I should not like to wander even further and senselessly astray. The effort not unrewarded.

~

[ ooc : someone likes snow, and... not be unappreciative of a word or ten on what exactly to expect from Vertere. ]

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[chosenoflight]

... you're not making sense.

[his_deception]

As Michael-sama says.

[ ooc : bitter over Mika-chan's being vile to Rosiel, much? *snicker* ]

[chosenoflight]

I'm Michael-sama now? Tche.

[his_deception]

You are whatever he makes of you - as is your place... Michael-sama.

[chosenoflight]

I don't give a fuck about Rosiel's opinion.

[his_deception]

An abstraction yet so cold, Michael-sama.

And how all fires wane...

[ ooc : Ze Noes, a very veiled THREAT? *beam!* ]

[chosenoflight]

...

Okay!

((OOC: Michael demands a translation in Enochian)).

[his_deception]

Ever the privilege to be understood by one so enlightened, Michael-sama.