ONE HUNDRED THREE
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-uppose the more difficult question would be, which sin haven't you committed?
Do you honestly expect-
You've killed, without a second thought... You've slept with anyone you've wanted. You've stolen everything you need. You've even called yourself a god. You've broken every single cardinal sin, and you've relished each and every moment of it.
There hasn't been a single day in your entire existence that has been free from a single moment of this.
As it should be. You're saying all this like it's something I should be ashamed of, really, it's quite the impressive resume. Do you even know who you're talking to?
Robin Goodfellow. Or are you going by yet another name this time? Is it Pan today? Or perhaps Tammuz? Different names, and yet they all equate to the same thing.
[A sword being drawn from its sheath]
Oh, for the love of Hermes, the last thing you need is another phallic object, and so close to your-
Take solace in the fact your judgement shall be quick. He knows of each of your sins, and He will decide on your fate.
[A sword being drawn from its sheath]
Tell me you don't think that's supposed to be comforting.
[The sound of swords clashing, again and again.]
[...As well as the odd sound of flesh being torn]
[Then, the sound of wings. Two sets. Another sword clashing with the first.]
Be grateful I have no time.
[A dull thud of flesh and metal impaled against wood. Beating wings.]
[/Voice Post | | Accidental]
[ooc Oshi- this is angel country, get in the car. Italics = Loki, normal = Robin, blue = Ishiah, all replies either akshun or voiced.]
-uppose the more difficult question would be, which sin haven't you committed?
Do you honestly expect-
You've killed, without a second thought... You've slept with anyone you've wanted. You've stolen everything you need. You've even called yourself a god. You've broken every single cardinal sin, and you've relished each and every moment of it.
There hasn't been a single day in your entire existence that has been free from a single moment of this.
As it should be. You're saying all this like it's something I should be ashamed of, really, it's quite the impressive resume. Do you even know who you're talking to?
Robin Goodfellow. Or are you going by yet another name this time? Is it Pan today? Or perhaps Tammuz? Different names, and yet they all equate to the same thing.
[A sword being drawn from its sheath]
Oh, for the love of Hermes, the last thing you need is another phallic object, and so close to your-
Take solace in the fact your judgement shall be quick. He knows of each of your sins, and He will decide on your fate.
[A sword being drawn from its sheath]
Tell me you don't think that's supposed to be comforting.
[The sound of swords clashing, again and again.]
[...As well as the odd sound of flesh being torn]
[Then, the sound of wings. Two sets. Another sword clashing with the first.]
Be grateful I have no time.
[A dull thud of flesh and metal impaled against wood. Beating wings.]
[/Voice Post | | Accidental]
[ooc Oshi- this is angel country, get in the car. Italics = Loki, normal = Robin, blue = Ishiah, all replies either akshun or voiced.]