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[cognitagonist]

[ Somewhere out in the fieeelllddd there is a little boy with his ankle caught in a fox trap. He's irritably poking at the trap with a stick. ]

(ooc: derpzzz, later)

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[dieinnafire]

[somewhere out in the field is a dude who is not going to help]

[dieinnafire]

...Of course.

[gestures at your cigarette]
May I?

[schattendiener]

Of course.

[dieinnafire]

[leans in, lights up]

[schattendiener]

[allows this]

[dieinnafire]

My thanks.

[schattendiener]

You are most welcome.

. . . I was glad when this stage ended, the first time.

[dieinnafire]

He sees you as a guardian of sorts. At least somewhat.

[schattendiener]

Yes, I am aware.

[dieinnafire]

Even when he is not deaged.

[schattendiener]

[slowly exhales]

He was, well . . . my pet project, I suppose. His care has primarily been my responsibility, from the beginning.

[dieinnafire]

You molded him into what he is.

[schattendiener]

We found him when he was six years old. I taught him and helped him to refine his methods, while the Orden gave him structure and goals . . . but his base personality was already formed, before he came to us.

[thedandymancan]

*Drapessssssss*

Ra~ du~ Dar~ ling~

[dieinnafire]

--!

Good evening, milady.

[thedandymancan]

How cold! Don't I deserve a warmer greeting than that?