𝐼𝑁𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐼𝑇𝑌 𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐼𝑇𝐸; 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑋 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐴𝑅. ||

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(why is it so fucking hard)

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no because then i'd be just as mad at Behemoth 3 or Fuck-Ass Bahamut

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴' 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦...

[ Hand falling to her side, she admittedly blinks with some amount of surprise. Regardless of whatever imperfections there may be, nobody expects a person's voice to shift so dramatically, let alone into a mimicry of the self. It isn't perturbing so much as a moment of being off-guard... ]
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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦?
[ A soft smile takes her features now. Only gotten better, have they? Finyl can only hope Acheron doesn't have hooks into its ideologies now... ]

[ To Finyl, it may as well be a purr. Cosmic, horrific things were in her wheelhouse - both Grafan and Mori had been examples of how she were unfazed in the face of it. Softly, her hand runs over the snout and lets her thumb make a gentle pass. ]

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦?

[ Gently, she extends her hand. Perhaps it doesn't take a canine form anymore, but still will she offer it gentle touch. ]

[ Her gaze follows the rising string of sludge that Grafan's form had become, each mask a reflection of something she couldn't yet readily know. There's not an ounce of fear in her eyes - it is only worry, yet it is recessed as Grafan explains. ]

... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥.

... 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦?
[ Finyl is aware of the rains - how couldn't she be? But given the 'bubble' that prevents it from touching her, she's in a prime position to uncover how all of this kind of just... sucks for everyone else. ]

... 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘯?

[ That can't be good.- ]

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" ... i still have to deal with acheron, but for the rest-"

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maybe i write that solo where the very end of it is seeing war reaccumulating and hoping that will restabilize the spirits

ACC EVENT EPILOGUE :: ALL ROADS LEAD TO HOME
> a solo by @wartornpaths.bsky.social

CW:
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thrumming it for bass, only adds to the vague feeling of supernaturality.
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ㅤ "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺."
ㅤ Whoever this is, her eyes only now pan over to meet Alice's. Deep and abyssal, her irises feel infinite to gaze into, a dim red glow coming from the very center where her pupils would lie. The way her voice reverberates, as if taking the air and

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ㅤ Her gentle hum is followed by her hands settling behind her back. "𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦, 𝘩𝘮? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘪𝘳." Soft snickering leaves Finyl. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵?"
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ㅤ Despite her intimidating stature and the uncanny silence of their surroundings, Finyl's breath of relief may be disarming enough to take the edge off. "𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯." How reverberant her voice.
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ㅤ "𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦." Finyl's hushed laughter is gentle and genuine. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳?"
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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮?

#EpithetErasedRP / #MVRP
Crossover Friendly

- Non-Lewd
- Crack / Banter / Serious

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WE MUST DO WHAT
IT TAKES TO SURVIVE .ᐟ

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[ in the accent of a southern grandma ]
whut the hell is thayat

𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘖 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳.

[ Finyl extends a hand to Grafan, offering touch if desired. ] 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘴?

[ this is finyl coping to keep her temper down, yes. ]

[ Spirits attack each other plenty, and it doesn't seem like their scuffle has had any horrific consequences. As long as the world is stabilized... ]