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[one_of_heaven]

...still four possibilities pending. An aura does not disappear. An aura does not disappear. An aura does not disappear. It subject does. Its subject - its subject is Sandalphon, and he is prince, which is plague and tangential and -- think.

Alternative situations:

I. He died.

Pro: the time of resurrection has passed.
Contra: he might have

Comments

[misplaced_anti]

...

[one_of_heaven]

I thought about that too.

[misplaced_anti]

I'm gonna have a blood drive for your party, Uncle Rosiel, what do you think of that?

[one_of_heaven]

If there's a party, he'll think of attending -

[againstgod]

He's gone. You can sleep now, Rosiel. You exist, I say you do. I shape you to exist and to talk and to feel love and hatred.

[one_of_heaven]

...God made me, you fool.

And you speak as if assuming the existence of a certainty, namely that you are Alexiel. Prove it.

[againstgod]

God made you at the beginning, but I allowed you to be as you are now.

I don't have anything to prove.

[one_of_heaven]

I'm attempting to reason you into existence, Alexiel-not-yet-Alexiel.

You're being very obstinate and difficult and organic about it.

[seraphic_child]

He's gone. Not dead, I don't think, but gone.

[one_of_heaven]

What would you know?! You know only what we tell you, which is little, and soft spoken and late!

[seraphic_child]

He's my twin, so I feel him. Well, not anymore, since he's gone.

[one_of_heaven]

Alexiel was my twin, and there were times when she went undetected. Your testimony is subjective and unverifiable.

[uchukaizoku]

Everything exists. Even if you're just someone's dream, you're real in that context.

And maybe your friend just went home.

[one_of_heaven]

Not everything exists, everything is perceived, you idle thing, and the mind can conjure as much as the body and -

-- friend?

[uchukaizoku]

If I imagine something, it still exists in my imagination.

Would you put so much effort into the location someone you didn't care for?

[one_of_heaven]

That property is not existence. It is malaise.

....I think I've a need of a hug. And a kill. Whichever. Husssssssssh...

[theotokos]

...Breathe, sweetheart. It'll be okay.

[ooc; she feels sorry for him?]

[one_of_heaven]

Rosiel. Rosiel.

There is nothing sweet to the syllables, and I've no heart, and that is no metaphor, and pray the Lord, please kindly don't call me that, please, I want to claw your eyes out now, see what you've done? So silly...

[ ooc : ♥ from me, suspicion from him? ;;__;; ]

[theotokos]

I suppose you never heard of sarcasm, have you?

But that's okay, I'm serious -- it'll be alright, come on now.

[one_of_heaven]

Sarcasm. Noun. A dangerous habit. Like smoking, except the oral fixation isn't quite there, and - may I have your finger? You don't need it, yes? It's likeliest very pretty indeed. Nail polish has such a pretty taste.