034 [gunpowder paint the sky, demons hung out to dry]

[mythgravenblade]

[Paladin's handwriting is very shaky, there are areas of slight dampness on the paper--he'd been trying to wash it off to no avail, and his hands are still a little wet from that.]

Has anyone else been [very long pause] marked?

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[pokerfacemarimo]

All over?

Re:

[mythgravenblade]

No, just on my forehead.

[Sorry Honor, he's normally more polite, but now he's a bit shook up.]

[pokerfacemarimo]

Better just one part of you than all of you I guess. Know what it means?

[The answer appears after a while. Honor hesitates because hey, it's not really a big deal. But he will admit to being curious. He's as 'shook up' as you, Paladin.]

[mythgravenblade]

[Slightly confused; his is just text, he doesn't know other people have pictures and whatnot.]

I can read it, plain as day.

[bit hesitant to say what it is, even though it's. Tattooed on his face, yes.]

[unevoked]

Yeah, got some... thing on my face that ain't coming off.

[mythgravenblade]

It won't come off for me, either.

[unevoked]

Damn it... this is just annoying. 'Least I can cover the shit on my arms.

[mythgravenblade]

I don't have anything on my arms. Just my forehead.

[coughcoughshank]

I have. Does [pause] this sort of thing happen often?

[mythgravenblade]

This has never happened before.

[after a bit] To my knowledge.

[coughcoughshank]

[Long pause, then simply-] I see. Do you think they'll go away on their own?

[mythgravenblade]

They will. It's the nature of the Tree, nothing lasts. They'll be gone.

[stonyfaced]

A lot of people seem to have it.

[tap tap.]

None of them appear to be very positive.

[mythgravenblade]

I suppose it is a relief not to be alone in that.

[esoteric_rose]

Yes.

no matter what I do they won't leave I've tried everything

[mythgravenblade]

I tried to hide it with cloth and it wrote itself over the cloth.

[esoteric_rose]

I know. I can't face anyone, they're too obvious. What can we do?

how bad are yours?

[mythgravenblade]

I can't just hole up, and be useless, but...

[Very long pause, because he doesn't want to say, but he also know he cannot keep it secret...text appears slowly.]

Written across my forehead, in red letters, BUTCHER.