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h1111!!! 1t l00kz l1k3 y0ur h0us3 1z r1ght b3h1nd my taz 3vaz10n buz1n3zz!! mayb3 1ll st0p by s0m3t1m3 and w3 can chat!!

and y0ur3 w3lc0m3 t0 st0p by my buz1n3zz 1f y0u 3v3r n33d any ars0n 0r m3rc3nary w0rk d0n3 :D (translation: hiiii!!! it looks like your house is right behind my tax evasion business!! maybe i'll stop by sometime and we can chat

and you're welcome to stop by my business if you ever need any arson or mercenary work done :D)

Oh, that's your establishment? It uh, it looks nice! And I uh, yeah thats my place. You er, you're welcome to come by sometime! Still furnishing it 'n whatnot but yeah! Feel free.

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Hey blood boy (Sanguine, for some disambiguation), now that your little disciple is working with me. Does that mean you are too? ~Diamond

I suppose so. I look forward to this.

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. . . I have a lot to think about, it seems.

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do u like knives

Oh, uh.. I think they're alright! Useful for some things. When I still made tapestries I would, uh.. I would use them to cut thread! So uh, so yeah!

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DON'T TRUST THE FOX. DON'T TRUST THE FOREST

~ Herobrine

*The message looks like it was written in ink made of redstone*

Well, that was sure one hell of a message to see scrawled on a mountain side. At first poor Art thought it was blood, which nearly scared her half to death. Ironic. But upon closer inspection she realized that, thankfully, it was some kind of redstone ink. When she poked it, a little pulse of light went through the letters.

��Well, uh, hm.. I.. oh dear. This may be an issue…“

On one hand, this could be a prank. But who would have followed her here? She doubted anyone found her normally, she considered herself very well-hidden. And she had no reason not to trust Diamond. Sure, they were.. odd. And mean. But they had gifted her the axe, so they couldn’t be all bad, right?

But on the other, she had a feeling there was something more sinister awry. Something… off-putting. Even Sanguine seemed to be acting strange, more lost in thought these past few days. The voices were no help either, all jabbering different things. But if the message from Herobrine, supposedly, was true… She wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

Art frowned and gripped the handle of her axe. It was an action she found herself doing more and more as of late. It was oddly… comforting. She stood in front of the message a moment longer before hefting up her axe and heading out. She had to gather materials anyways…

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ah-yeah, z0me 0f the pe0ple 1ve met here d0nt kn0w what taxez are, wh1ch 1z pretty lame. but whatever!! and y0u juzt d0nt l1ke ars0n, then. thatz pretty fuck1n dumb. y0ur l0zz!

1 d0nt really talk ab0ut th1z that much but-whatre y0ur th0ughtz 0n murder?

(translation: ah-yeah, some of the people i've met here don't know what taxes are, which is pretty lame. but whatever!! and you just don't like arson, then. thats pretty fuckin dumb. your loss!

i don't really talk about this that much but-whatre your thoughts on murder?)

“I uh- I’m sorry? I… I’m just not a fan of uh, of burning down someone’s hard work..“

She pauses for a moment, the last question processing in her head. She stares for a moment as the axe at her side twitches in it‘s sheath. Her voice is layered as she answers.

”…. no comment.”

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h11111! 1 d0nt really kn0w y0u, but what are y0ur th0ughtz 0n tax evaz10n and arz0n? :D

(translation: hiiiii! i don't really know you, but what are your thoughts on tax evasion and arson? :D)

“… What are taxes?“

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what is your occupation art :0? do you have some kind of job?

“Oh uh.. A job? Well.. I used to be a seamstress and dabbled in tapestry making but… I’m not… I don’t do that anymore.”

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hello!! what is your favorite food :D

”oh- oh hello! You’re a new face, hello! Oh, favorite food let’s see… Dear, that’s a hard choice. Uh- Hmm… Well, I’m fond of sweet berries dusted with sugar, that’s a nice snack. Oh! And berry tart as well, also uh- oh? Hold on-“

”…”

”Sigh- Sanguine would like to inform you that their favorite food is the souls of the innocent. Why did I agree to this…”

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”I was… I was told I should make one of these! So… Hello, my name is Art. Uhm….”

”And I am Sanguine. The God of Blood and War. A pleasure.“

”Yeah- yeah. Well, uh… hi?”

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