Uri's Links
Thou, Absolute Evangelist, hast wrought this wretched transformation upon my soul, turning me into a loathsome creature. Henceforth, I shall dwell in the shadows, condemned to a life of pity and isolation, all due to thy twisted conviction that I have erred. I was naught but a mere spectacle, exploited to serve thy purposes and demonstrate thy misguided righteousness. But mark my words, for I shall mete out unto thee the same fate thou hast inflicted upon me, multiplied tenfold. Prepare thyself for the reckoning that awaits, for vengeance shall be mine.
Aye, 'tis true that I, with mine own hand, plucked thee from the celestial realm. Yet, prithee, perceive not my intentions amiss. Thou wert well aware of thy transgressions, a witness to thine own deeds. And as retribution, I enacted what I deemed rightful then, and still hold true to this day. Though I may now reflect upon the excesses of mine former existence, mine conviction remains unaltered. We are bestowed upon this earthly plane to serve our mortal brethren, placing their welfare as our paramount duty.
How is it that you can forgive such a wretched soul who has committed mass atrocities upon his own compatriots? As a retired, you yourself knows the way things should be done, and yet you determined that the Evangelist is worth redemption. You’ve never experienced his pain first hand aside from a measly contradiction. Is this because your brother deserves special treatment? You’re twisted in such beliefs.
I understand your concerns, my friend. It may seem perplexing that I extend forgiveness to one who has committed heinous acts against their own kind. As a retired individual, I do possess knowledge of how things ought to be. However, I believe that the Evangelist is capable of redemption, despite the pain they have caused. It is not a matter of special treatment for my brother, but rather a belief in the potential for change and growth in every soul. I apologize if my perspective seems unsettling to you.
Ah, the mysteries of our origins do pique one's curiosity, don't they? While it is indeed intriguing to explore the possible connections to our ancestral bonds, let us not lose sight of the topic at hand. As for the whereabouts of the Absolute Evangelist, tell me, Chayim, do you have any ideas?
Hmm it seems almost as though we both have some unique trait for ourselves… I have never seen an angemo without wings on their head before… so peculiar but I am not one to talk…
Verily, I find myself bereft of words to address this particular individual. Yet, I must admit, his musical predilections do pique my interest. The fervent dedication displayed in the act of dyeing his hair to synchronize with his attire is undeniably intriguing. A truly captivating spectacle, indeed…
"He's an interesting guy.. peculiar look for a fallen. Sometimes, he just chills and listens to me play some music, he's also one of the few to know I dye my hair too. I wonder if he's up to learning how to play something, sometime."
A most melancholy visage doth Sylvain possess, and I ponder what hath stirred him to toil in such... "unique" domains as he doth. In truth, he doth not utter much, and yet, 'tis no matter, for I too find myself bereft of words in response…
"I've seen him around, every now and then. Not much of a talker, and, he tends to wander with a goal in mind. As for what that goal is supposed to be, well, I can't quite tell. We don't share many conversations, but, getting past that, he does make good company."
What a jester of pranks they prove to be. I have found great mirth in witnessing their mischievous antics unfold upon occasion as I traverse the realm of Peak. Though conflicting personalities oft bring forth a somber air, Ottiline’s company is a pleasant respite. I do wonder if I might partake in such pranks myself.
"Y'know, getting past his weird speech habits, he's actually quite interesting! He's a little too serious sometimes, for my own personal liking, so I simply make it my goal to try to get him to laugh! He's gotta smile sometime, after all." Ottiline is not usually the type of person to hang around serious people, but, at the same time, they also feel the need to put smile's on their faces. After all, for some, a little bit of kindness goes a long way.
Ah, this one doth exhibit a carefree nature and impulsive inclinations. As for myself, I too possess my own indulgences to navigate the trials of daily existence without succumbing to madness. But lo, it seems this hapless soul cannot engage in a discourse without constant restlessness! The incessant fidgeting doth leave me somewhat dizzy, yet, as they say, energy and tenacity conquer all. Perchance, this angemo may be onto a secret of sorts…
"Uhhh... does anyone have a translator for 'old weirdo'? Sometimes, it is hard for me to understand just what he is trying to say to me. Why? Well, English is not my first language! French is. And, sure, 'regular' speech I can understand with not many problems, but he isss... how he speaks, I have a difficult time translating it in my head. Too many words that I do not know. What does a 'doth' mean? Is it like... a doll and goth? 'Hapless'? He confuses me."
Ever mindful of others, I do perceive. Ne'er have I witnessed them rest upon our shared path. 'Tis not my concern, yet 'twould be a pity if they toiled unto their end.
"My apologies... I do not recognize this one based on appearance, but his name rings a bell... I feel bad for him. I hope he is able to achieve his goals."
Oh, he's quite the fashionista, isn't he? I do enjoy dressing well myself, but it's delightful to see others who value their appearance. His sweet words do make me blush... How does one openly address a stranger as "honey"? It's a curious choice of endearment, indeed!
"Him? Oh, he's a dear! He often gets flustered when I call him 'honey' or 'sweetheart', which is quite adorable, in my honest opinion. I do hope he joins me on an outing one day- I'd love to take him shopping!"
'Tis indeed intriguing how the tales of the fallen are deemed more captivating than those of the heavenlies. Could it be that this soul finds naught else to occupy his time and grows weary of heavenly chronicles? Though his intentions may be pure, I cannot help but find it peculiar that amidst a world tainted by the lofty views of the heavenlies, he shows disinterest in his comrades and whiles away his hours with the fallen. Doth he seek some hidden advantage in this…?
I find him to be a curious case. I’m unsure if Imll ever speak to him (simply because I don’t want to get in his way), but it’s simply a curiosity of mine.
Oh, the nights spent with Emitrius do bring me great delight. His demeanor and eloquent speech do captivate my senses. Though I perceive the veiled nature of his kindness, I find solace in our conversations that weave intricate patterns. To the uninitiated ear, our discourse may seem naught but gibberish, yet I find immense pleasure in the vast array of topics we traverse. Alas, duty calls, and as an angemo on a noble quest, I must curtail our encounters prematurely to attend to my own obligations.
'Tis indeed a pity that our paths have crossed during a time of adversity for thee. Yet, perchance it is a hidden blessing, for I too find myself in a state of desolation. I believe we share a kinship of souls, albeit I do envy Devine's resolute demeanor and remarkable self-reliance. As a fallen one, my magical prowess wanes with each passing day, and I dread that the weakening of my powers shall render my quest futile. Alas, time presses on, and if I cannot attain my goal ere my strength dwindles further, all my purpose shall be in vain.
"He speaks like Emiritus, which is great (sarcasm), and all he talks about is his "quest". Whatever it is, good luck, I guess. Couldn't care less. But, his wings... oh, never mind. Just drop it! I wasn't going to say anything!" Devine likes Uri's butterfly wings.
Lost in the labyrinth of my own anger and darkened heart, I find myself entangled in a kind encounter with Asura, a gentle soul whose compassion radiates like a benevolent sun. Yet, as her kind words and generous gestures envelop me, I am caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. How can I, a vessel of vengeance, reconcile the warmth of her compassion with the icy grip of my desire for retribution? It's a tempestuous dance, where the tides of empathy clash with the currents of wrath, leaving me suspended in a state of profound discomfort. Asura's unwavering capacity to love and forgive, even those who have strayed beyond redemption, both astounds and overwhelms me. I fear crossing her path, for I am ill-equipped to navigate the treacherous waters of interactions steeped in such unfamiliar tenderness. Yet, a part of me yearns to understand her perspective, to glimpse the transformative power of compassion that she so steadfastly believes in. In this poetic dialogue of opposing forces, I am torn between the shadows of vengeance and the flickering light of compassion, unsure of which path to tread…
"Miasma of Sorrow, or, Uri, as some may call him... ahh.. I've heard plenty of him before. A turned Fallen, much like many I've seen before- even my own brother, Belvedere. On the outside, he appears to be quite calm, and even elegant- but I feel like there's more to that than what he seems to let on... Like a sense of hurt. Sometimes, I catch those small glimpses of sadness in his eyes, or the way he frowns when he thinks nobody is looking. Beneath that tough and calm exterior, I think he's just hurting, terribly so. And, he's completely justified in feeling that way. Many turned Fallen's often experience a lot of hurting, especially those in which didn't have a choice in their fall for... whatever reason. And I think that may be similar in Uri's case. We haven't spoken, but I do hope to one day. I wish to reassure him that things will be alright; I wish to help him... or at least, if he doesn't desire help, then I wish to at least be someone he can turn to if he ever desires company. A little bit of kindness goes a long way, and I think he definitely needs some. Should he ever need someone, I will be here, forever and always."
Oh, Anointed Vessel, your words may cut like a blade, but I, the Miasma of Sorrow, am no stranger to pain. My rage fuels my resolve, my sorrow drives my strength. The scars left by the Abstract Evangelist are but a fleeting storm compared to the tempest I shall unleash upon you. Challenge accepted, for I shall not hesitate to face you, to prove my worth. But know this, should I overcome this trial, your thoughts of surrendering “your beloved” may emerge from the shadows of your heart. Let the battle commence, and may destiny decide our fates.
Uri, the Miasma of Sorrows, so full of rage and yet too weak to even see your success carried out. What my love the great Abstract Evangelist has done to you will be nothing compared to the shadow casted by the deeds that will be done to you by me if you even lay one of your sorrowed hands on the hair of my beloved. Come Uri, let’s settle this now. If you even manage to get through me, maybe I’ll even begin to entertain the idea of letting you have him.
Oh, what a pitiful sight it is to behold an angemo, radiating with untapped potential, consumed by envy for such a loathsome creature. Witnessing his gaze linger upon such wretched filth fills my being with profound disdain. Vasily's veiled manipulation keeps him lost in the shadows, rendering Peter incapable of escaping with his tail tucked in surrender. It saddens me deeply, for I had hoped our paths would converge in shared understanding and kinship. Alas, the currents of fate have drifted us apart…
“He’s very , angry.. I wonder what happened to him.. Do you think he’d want a dessert ? Or a sandwich ?” While Peter says this, and does want to maybe sweeten his relationship with the Miasma of Sorrow, he has a feeling that whatever he does would be in vain. He’s not entirely sure what he did that made the Miasma have such anger towards him, but he wishes to clear it up eventually , as he would love to share a kinship with another fellow fallen.
Ah, these angemos, oblivious to the dark tapestry woven by the wicked Absolute Evangelist. Does this one willingly shield his eyes from the truth, or has he fallen victim to the Evangelist's masterful manipulation? It is a wonder indeed, for one who extols the virtues of duty should seek solace in the depths of knowledge. Oh, the solitude that beckons, where he could immerse himself in the haunting tales of the dreadful deeds committed by the one he holds in such high regard, for it is not such secret knowledge anyway. Yet, he remains ignorant, oblivious to the shadows cast by the one he calls his friend. A perplexing enigma that stirs both bafflement and lamentation. He needs to be educated.
“…” Hanzō is slightly afraid of the Miasma of Sorrow. Whenever he hears such an unpleasant description Uri has given him, it’s enough to contort his face into a loathsome expression. Hanzō doesn’t believe he ever got to know The Miasma of Sorrow well enough to form an opinion, but he’s convinced he won’t get the time to do so. From what he’s heard, he’s figured out that the Miasma’s dislike for him seems to root from the fact he’s friendly with the Abstract Evangelist , to which he finds a bit odd. He’s not really going to bother too much with the comments The Miasma made on Hanzō himself , as he finds that to be too troubling to deal with. He honestly just prefers to stay away from the Miasma in general, Hanzō doesn’t really know how to deal with those like Miasma , it’s a bit scary to him.
Rarely do I grace the halls of a bookstore, yet I find solace in the joy of discovering new realms within the pages. Romance and fantasy often beckon me, for in their tales I seek respite from the melancholy that lingers in my wake. Layla, the proprietor, extends her kindness, but I sense a subtle distance. Whether it be my disheveled visage or my words lacking finesse, I cannot help but feel the weight of my shortcomings.
“Don’t you think the “Miasma of Sorrow” is pretty lengthy? Miasma isn’t a very nice title… Tell me, do you have another name I can use to refer to you?” There’s a very intriguing Angemo that stops by Layla’s bookstore sometimes. For starters, the wings on his head appear under his eyes, and his way of speaking certainly isn’t ordinary. Despite being around so many literature lovers, she’s never met one with such a distinct speech like his. She feels a bit embarrassed when she doesn’t know a few words despite being a bookseller, where you’re exposed to all sorts of words on a daily. She hopes to one day break the ice with him, as she’d love to hear his thoughts of a book she saw him pick up. It’s a book she loves as well! Despite any quirks he may have, that’s what makes him unique from the others, she isn’t the type to judge without getting to know a fellow Angemo well! Maybe if she makes him latte with 3D art of cats instead of 2D like she usually does, they’ll be able to smooth things over! She’ll even add an eclair on the side if it piques his interest!
Though I often receive guidance regarding my distinctive manner of speech, the appellation "a lil engine that could" has never graced my ears. I must admit, I share in his sentiment of bewilderment when confronted with his unique linguistic style. Indeed, he emerges as a captivating tempest of energy.
Eek! Not gonna lie, giant fancy words that fly over my head are my weakness! And when he talks, hoo BOY is he a lil engine that could! But uh! That won't stop me from greeting him! I do leave abruptly if he talks a lot though... I can't help it! Hurts my head,,,,,
Now THIS is the kinda guy I can get behind! Like-minded Angemos working together for a common goal. How bout it? You do everything right--down to a fuckin' T and one teensy lil mistake gets you booted for good? No. Horseshit. The dude's kinda hoity-toity, but I can look past it! At least for now....