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Question; does anyone remember me?

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You know what's fucking amazing? I'm not dead.

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I just realized my “birthday” is in two days, technically.

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I still see it as a blessing. I think it’s sweet that you gave me your literal heart.

Really? ...Good. I didn’t want to come off as weird. Granted, I think we’re past that point.

It is a blessing and a curse. This gift of mine. I do not doubt its weight.

No, not at all. It is… Touching, actually.

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Yeah, it’s. Kind of taking a lot out of me? To get used to it, I mean! It’s heavier than my old one. I think there’s probably a metaphor in that, somewhere. ...I still appreciate it a lot, though. I’m keeping it safe.

Oh, uh. Well, I mean. Yeah? Is that weird? 

A heart is a heavy burden. Especially when someone else has given you theirs.

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You talk to me?

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I have just been informed that both my roommates are trying to court me and I was completely unaware. Still not sure how to handle that. Anyway, how are all of you doing tonight? Er. This morning.

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@disamorarsi replied to your post “I’m not dead, I promise.”

Good.

Luci, hi. I’m sorry if I worried you. Did you know; learning to cope with Not-Your-Heart is an exhausting feat? Also, apparently talking to your chest makes you a crazy person. I’ve learned this.

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Send ☭ x for a vs. battle quote to your muse

Battle Intro: “Did I do something wrong...?”Victory: “You went easy on me, didn’t you? Why?”Half HP: “Stop.”Low HP: “Please. I’m getting tired. Stop...”Defeat: “Are you calmer now?”Death: “...I’m glad it was you.”Assist: “Do you need some help, there?”Taunt: “I thought my God was stronger than this!”Reacting to Taunt: “...Alright. That stings.”Flee: “I don’t want to fight!”Reacting to Flee: “...I’m genuinely surprised.”Tie: “Was this a test?”Perfect Victory: “You let me win.”Low HP Victory: “Did you get tired? Or was this a game?”Finishing Move: “Leave me alone!”

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I’m not dead, I promise.

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Send ☭ x for a vs. battle quote to your muse

Battle Intro: Victory: Half HP: Low HP: Defeat: Death: Assist: Taunt: Reacting to Taunt: Flee: Reacting to Flee: Tie: Perfect Victory: Low HP Victory: Finishing Move:

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I try my best. Plus, being like me sucks, so I want to make your life as little sucky as possible.

I see… That’s nice of you.

Thank you, Mari. That is sweet. You are sweet.

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Mhm. Magic. Clay is like mud, kind of? It’s often vitamin-rich super fine soil (dirt) that can be molded into whatever shape you want it to be when it’s wet, and then it’ll stay that shape when it’s dried. I’ve used clay and magic to create life before- or at least, a body ready for a life. Hm? I don’t know. You remind me of myself, I guess. In a lot of ways, actually.

I see. Magic, right? Clay? What is that? Why do you care about me so much?

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I always know when the people I care about are hurt. Even if there’s no real way for me to know. It’s a fae thing. I’d swoop in and steal you. And I’d bring you back. I wouldn’t let you stay dead. If I had to, I’d remake you out of clay. I’ve done that before.

I can’t help but worry. I worry about my friends.

I don’t know if you could. Die in the pit, straight to be butchered. I’d be food. You would never know what happens. I am sorry…

You’re a good friend. It’s okay, you don’t have to worry, it is what it is. Okay, if you say so.

I’m glad.

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I got really worked up and now Hal is grooming me again. Send help, my soul-clone is too affectionate. SOS.

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... If you get hurt like that. I’ll fix it. I’ll figure out how to fix it. I wouldn’t want you to die.

I’d destroy that collar. I wouldn’t want you hurt. I’m a very stubborn fairy when I’m worried about my friends, and resourceful. You’ll learn this quickly.  You don’t have to be useful in battle to be useful as a friend.

...Thank you. I trust you, 8.

We get old, old injuries act up, we get slow. Someone younger takes your throat out, that’s the end of it all. 

S)(e would recall me with my collar, S)(e would not be happy, but. Why, I would not be useful then…

I see. No cages. No loneliness. I promise.

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...That sounds nice. Almost like home.

I don’t want you to die. What happens to older pithumans? Is it just because you get weaker and can’t win fights? Or do you get put down? Because if you get put down, I’m stealing you and taking you home with me. I like you too much.

...You’re very nice to me. Thanks. I’ve had some bad experiences with being caged. And left alone, for too long. But I’ll be okay.

My room is very open. There is water, and a little forest, and everything.

Oh. Maybe. I don’t want to die, because then S)(e would be let down. I do not know if I am afraid of death otherwise, it will happen, soon probably. I’m very old for a pithuman.

I won’t let anyone cage you. Will bite. And I won’t abandon you.

I don’t want you to be scared.

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Maybe. I’m kind of an open spaces person. Heh. I have.

...Fear. Being afraid, scared of something. Not wanting to get hurt, or to die.  I’m afraid of being caged again. Kept as a pet. And I’m afraid of being abandoned. And dying, but I think most people are afraid of death...

I think you will like my room. Bite them.

I guess… But being torn apart is scary. I’ve been cut open, I thought I would die, I’m okay, but. Sometimes hurting isn’t like, on your body. I guess.

I don’t know, what it is. Hurting in your head. Like why I jump when loud sounds happen.