I don’t know if I should consider myself worthy honestly compared to everyone else lmao
(from the looks of it Light, we can’t see anything on other’s wrists)
Demonspawn?
What sort of demons?
She hangs her head, trying (and failing) to stifle a sob. “It…it wouldn’t surprise me if I was. A filthy, filthy creature marked by the blood of sin: That’s what I was always told.”
The girl slowly lifts her head up to look at Wilfred. “If you were serious…my name is Matilda.” She sighs again, wrapping her arms around herself. “If you weren’t, it’s okay. I’m used to it now.”
Well that sure was a waste of time
I wish I had read up before doing that lmao
Arctic rushes towards Trochi and pushes him into the mist. A few seconds later, Trochi falls out of the mist on the other side of the Town Square.
That’s a neat trick! How’d you do that?
i’m the magic man
Always told? Hmmm… that sounds a bit much. Matilda… such a sweet name. I’m quite curious to know where that moniker came from, but you don’t seem like you want to talk much now.
curious. I wonder if I can reach through it and have only my hand on the other side
Are you okay Matilda? What did you see on the other side of the mist?
Matilda starts fo tremble again at the world, involuntary flinching. “Demonspawn! Lilith’s Little Bastard! Unworthy, unpure, unholy! Good enough to be used…
Good enough to claim my miracles as their own…
Good enough to be kept and held onto…
But never good enough to be cared for like the person that I am and not caged like an animal!” She snarls violently, her shaking returning with a new intensity.
(We’ve found the bottom)
(marl im going to defenestrate you)
“I’m sure everyone else has these wonderful books plastered with magic spells while me, well? not so much.
Eh, whatever. Wealth is much more important than all of that anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was why I’m here anyway.”
He decides to ignore whatever’s happening with the mist, trying to pretend he has any idea of what everyone is even doing. … Nevermind. What the hell was that girl doing? Jesus Christ.
That seems like quite the predicament.
Miracles, you say?
Her eyes open wide, shining with tears. “It’s the same it’s the same itsthesameitsthesameitsthesame“ she mutters incoherently.
”I…I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done to offend you. It- it won’t happen again!” Matilda cries.
This mist is a little unsettling… Normally i’d be able to hear the birds chirping and the wind between the grass, but coming from the mist… It’s nothing. Silenzio… Silent as death.
hold a moment. I don’t have any silly magic books or the like. All I have is a singular zodiac sign, though unseen by you all. Personally, I think it being unseen is a sign I must keep it secret. So you’re from a wealthy family huh? Good to know.