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YOU. YOU ARE THE REASON. 🎼

are you a himejoshi?

I support my sinners in their romantic pursuits!

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Important question. Argalia, are you a fujo?

I am afraid your death will not be swift, it will be painful and full of agony, prolonged enough for you to ponder exactly what lead you to this fate, and why on earth you would ask such a question. 🎼 //ts pmo icl js sybau frfr br u r nt shkspr/j

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The Distorted One stood quiet for a moment, simply absorbing each word, the form he- they, had worked toward for so long, just gone? It had abandoned him, there were no two ways about it, the melancholy look plastered upon this other Argalia's face spoke stories, but even with such a revelation, with so many racing questions, The Distorted One could only ask a single one more. "..What of the others? What came of them after that Library..? Do they work for you in this.. Company?" He gripped his scythe tightly behind his back, awaiting the answer he was almost certain was coming, and yet could not bring himself to accept. Though The Distorted One knew once he returned to his own world he would find them there safe and sound, the idea of losing them was not one he could bear to think of for a long time, and if this Argalia was similar to him, losing them would have been akin to losing their sister again, worse, possibly.

You.. Are me. The old me, but from the future..? Why did you keep that form? Why have you neglected your true humanity? Miss Carmen gave us a gift.. Tell me you have not squandered it. 🎼

Argalia… Smiles, for a moment. Perhaps longer than a moment, as he contemplates the words that have been spoken. Of course, they are less of a noise, and more of an elegant vibration. Notes, flinging themselves through the air, so as to pose meaning.

A question.

His eyes drifted, for a moment, towards the rest of the city. As if paying… Himself, no mind, as he watched the city’s lights. He felt the low rumble, of the passing vehicles, and the steps of each creature upon the sidewalk. He listened to the smallest of noises, as they passed, filtered by the low symphony, and chorus of voices in his ears. Even the quietest sounds, could become beautiful notes, when stripped of the underlying meaninglessness of the city.

“...I have not yet neglected the truest self I can fathom, dear friend,” his response came after a moment. Far more direct than many responses he had given before; far more direct than many he would give in the future. “But when I was ejected from that place, imbued with a wondrous, singing piece of that Light… I was delighted. To have finally found myself, to feel whole for the first time…” his voice held a certain wonder. A certain melodic cadence, before…

Shifting, towards a dissonant key.

“Yet no sooner had I felt such elation, did I feel something shift. A string snap. A whistle glow clogged with filth. It was as if that gift, that wondrous, complete form, was…” he trailed off, raising a hand, and… Opening it. “...Unraveling. As if in finding that self, and that joy, it was trying to become something else. Something tainted, by the frailties of _this_ form,” his had lost all wonder. It had grown disgusted, by the very nature of it all. “...How pitiful, it was, that I had been given a gift, and then, no sooner had I felt its joy, was forced to cast it aside. To hide it away, to shield it from that light… So as to preserve it?” he wondered aloud.

It was unclear whether he was still speaking to that version of himself… Or towards the city itself.

“...So it is, that I now work as a humble musician, for this Company. They specialize in the study of… Humanity, in a sense; and have promised me, that whence our performance reaches its end… I shall be able to preserve this gift, rather than letting it unravel into something meaningless,” he closed his eyes, once more, and shut the lights of the city out. He listened, then. To the low whirr of the city. To the hum of the streets.

And to the buzzing, in his ear.

“...Yes. Should I feel it necessary, or wish to return to that form… I may do so, at any point,” Argalia finally began. His voice had returned to its melodic cadence. It had returned to the polite joviality that it had always held. “But to preserve its sound… For a time, I must do so sparingly. For a few more months in such a hollow form, shall be nothing in the face of an eternity whole.”

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Yeah it ain't but... He totally fuckin' is. ⛓️

So I was flipping through the book and I found a rule specifically stating such:

"In the event of witnessing someone holding a lighter close to the head of a big sibling, the appropriate punishment is to break both the thumbs of the offender."

What is this for? What's the story?

My mentor Tanya made that rule…

We uhh… had to make the punishment a bit less… punishing

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Great Sister got boring after my leavin' huh? Look I'm just sayin Ric, if someone put a lighter near your hair, they'd be gone before they could say sorry, am I right? ⛓️

So I was flipping through the book and I found a rule specifically stating such:

"In the event of witnessing someone holding a lighter close to the head of a big sibling, the appropriate punishment is to break both the thumbs of the offender."

What is this for? What's the story?

My mentor Tanya made that rule…

We uhh… had to make the punishment a bit less… punishing

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Argalia, Did you ever get your pen back from Full Stop Office?

I assume they dropped it in the Library! Personally I didn't have the time to look for it myself when I was there.. 🎼

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Can I borrow your pen? I think a color fixer is hunting me, as well as other fixers from my office, and I need to sign this invitation so I can escape him.

They're giving out invitations again are they..? Oh well! You may use my pen. Enjoy~ 🎼

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"hmm, what for... oh I know!"

[the following Ego suits are left by the anon, folded neatly and with an associated accessory]

[Amarita, Permanence, Lifetime stew, Harmony, Gold rush, Binds, Solemn lament, Yearning-mircilla, 9:2, and Da capo]

What use would we have for these..? We appreciate the offer but, our own power is more than enough~! 🎼

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Ahah, life is good friend~! And thank you for this gift! I saw the one you had made for Oswald, he was quite pleased with it, just as I am with this one~! 🎼

@thereverberationensemble hi argalia you pretty fella. Yes you. Points.

Hows. Life here you go .

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I LOOK SO WONDERFUL! EVERYONE PLEASE GO LOOK AT THIS FANTASTIC CLOWN'S DRAWINGS, I AM TRULY BEAUTIFUL~! 🤡

@thereverberationensemble oswald you look so pretty. I love you oswald

(Sorry i forgot it twas 4 arms. Idc though DO YOU SEE THOSE THIGHS)

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Which one of you think you could pull off a maid outfit?

*hands you a maid outfit*

None of us are wearin' this shit, get it through your he- I WILL! I will look so wonderful in it! ..One of us is wearin' it, add 4 more sleeves so Oswald can get his arms in. ⛓️🤡

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Maybe a maid dress would suit you, Argalia.

Keep dreaming~. Such a thing is not in my style, the tenacity in trying to get me to is rather funny though~! 🎼

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are you flesh type or metal type.

Both. ⚙️

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hii. this goes to all of you here

Would each of you classify yourselves as more of a cat, stopwatch, or soup jar?

I do not know what this means so, I'm afraid I cannot make a judgement~! 🎼 Stopwatch. 💀 Ironically, a cat. ⛓️ CAT!!!! 🦈 Stupid question, piss off. 🩸 Why, a clown of course! What a silly question! 🤡 I'm with Elena, this isn't worth answering Mr. Argalia. 🧵 I-.. A, cat maybe..? I really don't know what you're asking me. 🔥 A stopwatch would be a fine comparison. ⚙️ NEIIIIGHH ARF ARF BAWKAWK 🐴🐔🐶

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What in the fresh fuck is happening in H. Corp. ⛓️

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//Made another one guys, check it out if u want <3 @arbiter-of-the-head

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Hmph.. You should really mind your manners, here I am with open arms trying to help you and you call me a lunatic.. You sound like my brother in law~! There's a large difference in what I am to what you became, you became a beast, an unloved hound and yes I know, Miss Carmen told me, meanwhile I became something gorgeous. It's nothing more than self actualization Heathcliff, perhaps you should try again once you have a brighter outlook on yourself~ 🎼

I wish you would reconsider, my friends and I could teach you to control that form, make you into something wonderful, just like us~ 🎼

eh, who's this now? You one of those distorted lunatics that conform to her words? in any case, no thanks. I ain't goin back to that state. Maybe you should be the one reconsidering unless you're somehow happy with what youve ehhh... Become- ⛈️