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Ah, hello there, Alphonse. It's certainly nice to meet you. I must confess, engaging in conversations with youngsters like yourself isn't really my forte. So… I've heard you hail from the ocean. How fascinating. And, if I may ask, what sort of activities do you enjoy partaking in when you find yourself amidst the waters?
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He's truly an empathetic and benevolent being, always going above and beyond to assist others. It can be a heavy burden to navigate their paths, knowing the outcomes but unable to interfere. Though our interactions are infrequent, I often observe a sorrowful countenance and a wistful gaze in his eyes. I sincerely wish him the utmost happiness and remind him to prioritize self-care, as taking care of others can become overwhelming if personal well-being is neglected.
A hardworking and talented angemo. I cannot imagine partaking in such a hectic and ever-changing lifestyle, and yet, he does it almost effortlessly, while looking great too. His deep curiosity and thirst for knowledge intrigues me, what does he search for i wonder ? From our short interactions i sense something softer beneath the surface, one day i wish to know him better, perhaps then I'll learn more about such a mystical presence.
In a world tainted by darkness, it is disheartening to witness one who strays from their destined path, succumbing to selfish and devious desires. This so-called "Destroyer" may consider himself a formidable force, but I implore divine intervention to aid me in vanquishing this malevolent being and putting an end to the suffering of others.
They're not just skilled, they're a true artist! Their ability to create sculptures with such patience leaves me in awe. We may not talk much, but our silence speaks volumes. Meeting them was a rare pleasure, and I admire their fondness for quiet. It's truly lovely. It's like finding a kindred spirit who appreciates the beauty of silence as much as I do. It's a special connection that I cherish.
He's an absolute trainwreck, both in looks and speech. I had the misfortune of running into him, and let me tell you, it was a sight to behold. He stumbled over his words, desperately grasping for something, anything, to say. It was a bizarre and conflicting experience, considering his criminal background. While I didn't utter a word, my plain expression and unmistakable disdain made it abundantly clear that I wanted nothing to do with him.
"My experience with him was nothing short of unpleasant. English is not my first language: it is French. As such, sometimes I experience difficulties speaking and pronouncing specific words. The day we met, I was having a particularly bad day of speaking English, but I still tried to make pleasantries, as I try to be a pleasant person when I am not doing my job. However, it was very, very apparent to me that he's really just the same as all the other uptight Heavenlies I have seen. Disliking me for my criminal record is understandable, but referring to my appearance as well as my speech as a 'trainwreck'? Seriously? He is one to talk. Practically covered head to toe with scars; I would say he has far more stitches than me. Unpleasant all around, it is no wonder why he is more disliked by everyone than he is liked."
This one seems oddly familiar, reminiscent of another individual I've encountered in the past. Our personalities clash in such a way that leaves me at a loss for words, as this person tends to blurt out anything just to break the silence. Rumor has it that they're quite the prankster as well. I, however, prefer to keep my distance, as I'd rather not become the subject of their jokes and be left feeling foolish.
While I don't have the luxury of lingering in stores to make purchases, I always make sure to leave money so that I don't come across as a freeloader. Lately, I've had the opportunity to dive into some truly captivating philosophies and stories. Whenever I visit the bookstore, I make a conscious effort to stay out of the owner's way, as I don't have any specific intentions to buy anything or stay for an extended period of time. However, I must say that whenever I've witnessed her interactions with customers, she exudes a genuine and sincere demeanor. Perhaps, when my schedule isn't as jam-packed, I'll take the time to strike up a conversation with her.
“What a handsome man! I feel so honored to see him at my store.. I hope he comes around and talks to me one day! I’d love to share a conversation with him!” Layla is very fascinated by the Abstract Evangelist. Such a respectable figure of peak, she almost fainted from shock when she first saw him in her book store. Of course, she kept her composure, and since she was particularly busy at the moment, she wasn’t able to assist him right away. Though, ever since then, she hasn’t been able to help him around the store at all. This peeves her quite a bit but seeing as he still swings by, not all hope is lost! She’s been practicing on what to say to him once they finally talk, hopefully this opportunity will come soon!
explodes you with my mind I am brain empty
Well, well, look who it is! The lucky lad who survived my youthful magical prowess. Managed to give him a good wallop, sending him straight into next Tuesday. He won't be causing any trouble for a while! Maybe I should've finished him off back then, but let's if he manages to get killed off first…
Certainly, he emerges as a captivating character. I find it rather empathetic that he aspires to become a poet, a path I too once ventured into during my poetic days. However, it's doubtful I'll ever have the opportunity to personally meet this angemo, as my knowledge of him stems solely from the accounts of others, and I've never had the privilege of laying eyes on him myself.
Yet another angemo, a deceiver preying upon those who yearn for solace within the realm of religion. This abhorrent manipulation is nothing short of reprehensible in my eyes. I hold no regard for individuals, be they of heavenly or fallen origins, who exploit the vulnerabilities of the innocent, stripping them of their celestial status. The facade of serenity he presents does not deceive me in the slightest; it merely serves to intensify my distrust. Should the fateful day arrive when our paths cross, I am prepared to take decisive action to bring an end to the suffering he inflicts upon impressionable minds. I consider it my solemn duty to protect those who are susceptible to his insidious machinations, and I shall not hesitate to wield my own strength and conviction in defense of the innocent.
I've had a prior encounter with this exuberant individual when he approached me with a warm hug. My initial reflex was to react defensively, but discerning his benign intentions, I acquiesced, although my facial expression may have belied my true feelings. While his exuberance may lean towards the boisterous side, I hold optimism that he can channel his boundless energy toward more constructive pursuits and eventually strike a harmonious balance rather than exerting said energy for violence.
Eheheheh, I think AE likes me! He sure watches me like a hawk. I used to think he was just waiting for me to fail, but I think I've warmed up to him! Not the hugging type. Or any affection probably eheheheh. I gotta remind myself about this....Good to know his reflexes are great though!
It's disheartening to witness the transformation of this once-kindred spirit into someone who has seemingly fallen from grace. Initially, I found it hard to reconcile the current persona with the affable angemo I once knew. Nowadays, he tends to steer clear of my presence, directing his negativity towards others. While I respect his desire for distance, I remain vigilant. If his behavior takes a more concerning turn, I see it as an opportunity to step in.
...... Uhm.... Yeah. AE is really fantastic at his job. I used to always look up to him. I'm sure I still do, just... Uh. I can't.... I can't face him. I do lots and lots to avoid him.... I don't know if I can really take.....the expression he'd give me now that I'm a Fallen. I can picture it in my head, but at least I can convince myself it's not real. Not real yet.... I dunno.... If he.... If we meet, I think it would dawn on me how real this is. And that scares the shit outta me. So....So yeah. I'd rather not....... Still do respect him a helluva lot though.
And ah.......
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Sorry.
I have had numerous meaningful interactions with this remarkable character, who consistently dedicates himself to the meticulous maintenance of our intricate systems. This relentless commitment to his duties, even while engaging with serving his mortals, is indeed a laudable achievement. I hold great admiration for such an ability to manage such a multifaceted existence. I personally aspire to emulate the capacity for such boundless productivity. Thus, I have willingly extended my support and assistance to ensure he will always have the opportunity to take well-deserved breaks and recharge, recognizing the invaluable contribution he makes to our shared endeavors.
Ah, AE seems to have a pretty high opinion of me.. I appreciate it, really, but I think this amount of praise is too much. Honestly, I'm just doing my job.. Also, no one tell him about me slacking off during smoke breaks, it might just break his heart.
Though our paths have yet to intersect, I've been privy to narratives surrounding her. My brother, in a jesting manner, shared anecdotes about me with her, highlighting the resonance of my ambitious persona in her own character. It intrigues me that my influence persists among the younger generation, a revelation that escaped my awareness, evidently preserved in the annals of accessible literature. Voyager, recognizing the impact I have, suggested that our meeting would be opportune, given my inadvertent role model status in her life. The prospect of being a source of inspiration weighs upon me with a sense of responsibility. While I strive not to disappoint, should our paths converge, I anticipate the occasion to engage in discourse with her, embracing the opportunity to impart wisdom and guidance.
I've heard about him he is absolutely incredible. Many find the way he went about things quite upsetting and I'll admit there were some extremes But his proficiency was and is practically unmatched. To have such a being of legend still alive and working when I'm just about to start is.. idk it's like.. gahh do I even have the words to express JUST HOW AMAZING THAT IS!?!? I strive everyday to be the best and most understanding heavenly I can be. I have soooo many role models but he's one of the very few who come close to Uki and that is SUPER IMPRESSIVE!!! I've heard and seen on and in the news about him. Read about him in books at the libraries I visit. He's just like a true beacon of light!! I wanna be just like that. I wanna be an example to young heavenlies and honestly fallen alike! You can shine no matter what. Life and others can try so hard to put you down but your accomplishments mean something. THEY MEAN EVERYTHING!! And he's like living proof of that. I heard he's still being hunted to this day and that he rarely stays in one place but if I ever meet him I hope I HOPE SO HARDD that I can truly get the chance to talk with him. I wait for the day with questions written out on a notepad that grows longer and longer whenever I get some spare time to write during or after all of my school and Uki duties. One day I'll meet him.. thoughhh I do hope I'm not running late.. I wouldn't want to crash into one of biggest inspirations.. again hehe oops
During a recent gathering with my brother, he delved into a narrative concerning an anomalous individual, a gemono, who found himself abandoned in his native village—an anecdote he sought to metamorphose into a profound life lesson. Regrettably, I found myself disengaged during that particular discourse. While I have not personally encountered this now angemo, I’ve also heard of his propensity for wreaking havoc, thereby instigating enduring consequences upon those unfortunate enough to cross his path. I vehemently disapprove of property destruction, irrespective of its impact on individuals. However, it appears that such concerns are inconsequential to him, rendering any attempt at enlightening him a futile endeavor. The existence of such creatures only serves to further obscure my perspective on the concept of Peak, fostering a sense of weariness that intensifies with the inexorable passage of time.
“After leaving MO’s humble abode, with my stomach stuffed with a delectable meal, I see a tall figure out of the reflection of the window I jumped out of. The glare prevented me from getting the best look, but man, that guy was HANDSOME! My next visit to MO consisted of interrogating him about the unknown guy, and I now know him to be named the Abstract Evangelist. Apparently, he’s brothers with the Anomalous Voyager, and that makes me all the more curious of what that dude looks like. MO seems to like the two of them, so they’re probably alright..?”
As I sought refuge from the relentless downpour, an uncommon deviation from my appreciation of rain, I safeguarded my impeccably tailored suit. Having just concluded the meticulous orchestration of guiding a mortal toward their inevitable destiny, I granted myself a modest indulgence—a fleeting, intoxicating draw from my extinguished cigarette. Observing a fellow presence nearby, I inquired if a flame could be spared. To my sardonic delight, he effortlessly ignited my cigarette without a word. Although I typically refrain from engaging with the fallen, my formidable reputation serving as a deterrent, this individual, despite a veneer of disdain, displayed no inclination to depart promptly.
In adherence to social decorum, I extended an introduction, despite his lack of enthusiasm for my bestowed title—a designation I neither relish nor dispute, for it is the mantle bestowed upon me. Aware of his notorious history of upheaval, I merely arched an eyebrow in his direction, intrigued by the enigma he presented. Despite his infamy, a conspicuous nonchalance toward the prospect of incarceration marked him. In the subsequent exchange of brief pleasantries, our discourse evolved on an analytical plane, each discerning the essence of the other amidst the intricacies of our respective existences. As our conversation reached its conclusion, I bid him a courteous farewell, acknowledging that he was not my current quarry. Yet, his inadvertent act of providing a flame was duly noted and filed away in the recesses of my discerning memory.
Abstract... Evangelist... God that's such a long fuckin' name. I've been callin' him Eve, don't care what he thinks about it, he's gotta deal with it. Anyway, yeah, I met him. We were both trying to wait the rain out under the same overhang, y'see. I guess dude ran out of lighter fluid cause he turned to me and asked if I got a light. This is why I fuckin' hate lighters by the way, they always run out at the worst times. But yeah, I did light his cig. Guess he got surprised by the fact I can just make fire with my hands like that or some shit, cause he started talking. I'm not one for small talk usually, but hell, not like I had anything else to do. He's... alright. Just alright. He kinda reminds me of the type of person I wanted to be, y'know? Like, before all the shit went down. Changing the world and shit. ...Heh. Haven't thought about that part of my life in a long while. He didn't look all too happy when he connected the dots on my identity, but it's not like I expected some *law-abiding citizen* to have a different reaction to meeting a notorious criminal. Still, I guess the fact he didn't immediately call the cops on me counts for something. We went our seperate ways once the rain let up, but... I wonder. I wouldn't mind sharing a cig with him again at some point.