Plague's Links
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Thy power is but a stretch away from my grip. Oh, to know the black which overflowest thy heart. My craving seeks to fill! With haste, come hither! Come and give up thy black.
Silly, green, and nosey! Very very nosey. Does that bother me? Not at all! Should it? Hardly! She should speak to me more so I could desire her to speak to me less. Perhaps one of these days I'll allow her to retain the information I give her in response to her nosey, NOSEY little questions. Daisy says she's green like cabbage. Oh! The green kind. Not the purple. I suppose. She reminds me of a young banana. Not very sweet, stiff and green. Very very green. Emera is a walking bowl of salad.
My thoughts are quite complicated. At our first meeting, all I could think is how Akumu relied so much on this quack of an apothecary. His mannerisms and techniques are all but traditional practice and he has much to hide. As of recent he has become more of a character to be wary of, with his violent tendencies and wrathful underbelly he keeps hidden away. If all Chaos confided in me about is indeed true, he may be a terribly devastating matter. I must say I do wish to pick at his brain more, see what I can pry from his gloved grasp. I never seem to get anything out of him in our interactions, always too cryptic. Or perhaps there is another reason...