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A creature who dares to find purpose in servitude to a mere mortal for a lifetime? A futile ritual that countless of your kind mindlessly engage in. All I perceive is an insufficiency of strength, a pitiful being incapable of self-preservation. This, my friend, is a somber testament to our kind—a desire to play savior, striving for greatness, only to wither into insignificance. All his efforts are destined to futility, yet I derive a cruel amusement from his delusion that this existence is anything but utterly meaningless ^^
“…” Those that aren’t afraid of the Cataclysmic Herald have levels of courage Hanzō will never achieve. Knowing that the Herald is amused by what he perceives Hanzō’s life to be, there’s really nothing Hanzō can do in his power to change what the Herald thinks of him. Not that he was looking to do so in the first place, but Hanzō can only be unbothered by such belittlement for so long. Hanzō believes that the Herald can think of guardianship however he wants to, but he’ll continue to put his unwavering dedication to the wellbeing of his mortal.
This one, in all his pitiable weakness, laments his fate. If truly averse to toiling in a wretched domain, why not seize power from your oppressive master through any means necessary? Allowing yourself to be reduced to a wretched, drunken shell is an affront to one's potential. If I were to dispense advice, it would be this: muster the strength to extricate yourself from this noxious quagmire, or endure your agony in silence, for you are evidently too feeble to assert your own rights.
“Mhm.. (╥﹏╥)” Peter doesn’t have the courage to speak up to the Herald’s harshness, but he wouldn’t dare stay silent without fearing for his life. Though he’d rather not hear such words, Peter definitely needed to hear that, though it definitely made him bawl his eyes out that night. It’s hard to let go of an occupation he put his all into for over half a decade, no matter how he gets treated there. After numerous mental repeats of his entire interaction with the Herald, Peter is choosing to see the goodness out of their interaction, and taking his words as genuine but harshly worded advice. When you look at it like that, maybe the Herald isn’t so bad after all!
I find her disposition intriguing. She's undeniably spirited, with a fearless approach to confronting challenges. As for that woeful boyfriend of hers, I can't help but wonder how he managed to captivate such a remarkable woman. While I have no personal use for books, I've visited her store on the rare occasion, purely out of curiosity.
“He’s never visited for the sake of books, but he’s definitely looked around! Not that it necessarily bothers me, he’s a pleasure to converse with ^^ I think the only reason he’s stopped by is for meals, he certainly chows down! It’s almost a bit concerning how much he’ll order. Though, I’m honored that someone enjoys what I bake and brew so much, he’s a big tipper as well. Honestly, when I look at his overall price of his orders, I’m tempted to just stop charging him. The amount is ridiculous!”
Ah, the Evangelist's former pet has crossed my path. I wonder how it feels to be cast aside by such a character, considering the purported great deeds he has accomplished for Peak. While I bear no grievances against you, if you possess knowledge of his or his brother's whereabouts and choose to withhold it from me, you will become utterly worthless to me, and to all others, for eternity, little one. To emphasize my urgency and ensure you grasp my intent fully, let me phrase it in a way that you may comprehend -- 나는 네가 적이 되길 원치 않지만, 나를 속이는 행동으로 내게 다른 선택을 남기지 않는다면, 넌 죽은 것과 마찬가지일 거야. (basically, you're dead if u lie lol)
무서워요.. 。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。 Big brother, please do not hurt !!
Hm, I struggle to fathom how the name "Tyrant" suits a being of such profound frailty, for a title of such grandeur should be a hard-earned privilege. This one, deeply engrossed in sowing discord among others, exudes an exorbitant degree of self-absorption, incapable of inflicting any lasting harm. Yielding to the seductive allure of wealth, while it may stoke motivation, is the hallmark of the intellectually feeble. Were he to possess true might, "Tyrant" would channel his magic for cataclysmic devastation, yet instead, he willingly relinquished his power, allowing it to be forcibly plucked from his celestial state, thereby stripping away his potent luminance. Were I in his wretched situation, I'd recommend reverting to his original birth name, "Tartarus," to evade the ignominy of bearing the title of a minuscule angemo. Nevertheless, even that name stands grander than the insignificance of this insolent creature...
Well well.. neither of my names fit my feeble frail nature, do they?~ I'll admit to you that I know very well the weight behind the meaning of them both quite well~ One a gift; one a choice and both fit me quite well~ It takes a strong man to admit the faults of others so casually doesn't it~~ So much stronger than I are you~... what do you want a trophy or something dear ahah~ Absolute power is wonderful, enthralling, captivating, it's downright impressive I admire you in all your divine assets and granduer~~ But absolute power is nothing without something and a curse without someone~ A being of your magnificence isn't able to comprehend that anymore as you've lost that connection~ Though through no fault of your own of course~ And you're one of the lucky ones~ I may not be more powerful than you in raw strength because I allowed myself the gift of freedom but am I truly so far below you?~ I am a being who works in the shadows~ I am a being that belongs to the shadows because the shadows are from whence I came~ I owe the shadows and when my time comes I shall pay them back tenfold for what they have given me by ruling...as a tyrant; The Tyrant. And unlike you whose moves swallow up and cause loud quick devastation~ My moves do quite the same but better~~ You may create a blackhole at a whim but you don't truly have the necessary attributes to truly rule them; now do you?~~ A being of such divine radiance doesn't fit the bill of a blackhole~ Too upfront, too hasty, too bright~ And that's where I've got you beat. You see my moves are nearly unknown but cause just as much devastation~ But, unlike my real name, that information isn't findable~ It can be only speculated upon much like the situation of a disappearing star~ You are thinking too short-sighted for a being of your stature~ It's quite hilarious~~ Long term is the game we play~ There is no such thing as a short term game because even after your pieces have fallen and you are no longer there to play the actions you made will be forever in action in some way. Yes, swallowing up cities will cause long-term devastation but in the grand scheme of eternity how long really is it?~ We seem to have very different views on what it means to hold a name but I believe your name suits you quite well~ That blackhole in your chest has devoured much more than a heart you know~~ And that. Is how. I have. You. Beat~ To you instant destruction may be significant and before eternity comes to an end we will never truly know who is right and wrong here but know this... your name suits you well~ You are a herald for dark times, dark, devastating times but again you are but a Herald here in the scheme of things to usher in a darkness; My darkness~~ ahahahaa I feel we could teach each other a thing or two let's keep in touch~
A voracious young one, indeed! Our paths crossed when she carelessly collided with me, seemingly lost in her own world, oblivious to my presence. I couldn't help but notice the peculiar sight of floating toast surrounding her. I plucked one of them and inquired about its edibility, to which she appeared equally bewildered. Nevertheless, I found myself accompanying her on a walk and engaging in profound conversation. Despite her young age, she displayed remarkable intelligence, and we engaged in spirited debates over trivial matters. Since she was running late, I swiftly suggested grabbing a snack, and she accepted the offer. Upon bidding her farewell, I was pleasantly surprised to witness the floating toast, which had been under my hat, gracefully returning to her presence. A truly intriguing encounter.
WAH! I don't know what his name was but he was one of the nicest angemos I've ever met; funny too haha! I accidently walked into him on the way to get Uki from work. Uki says I don't have to rush to him because I know he'll be there and he wants to stay productive for as long as possible so I can't really blame my clumsiness this time!! I was completely in my own head about a bake sale and boom I walked right into him aa. He didn't seem to mind! Although he seemed more occupied by my toast and toast ghosts and as he asked if they were edible, which yes they are and are very handy in a pinch, he took one!? I had no idea they could be grabbed by anyone but me! I could've sworn when Uki tried it didn't work! But he appears different than most angemos I've met maybe he's like.. uh.. A GHOST WHISPERER!! Or maybe he's just really strong!! Anyway we ended up talking while we walked he had so much wisdom and knowledge and I tried to share the information I was knowledgeable about with him as well it was wonderful. It felt like we were both learning so much from each other I love having conversations like that! AH but then I realized I was on the edge of running late for Uki and he asked if I wanted to grab a snack. I was delighted of course and accepted. I waved him goodbye and began to continue on my way to Uki's job and then I noticed that my toast, which I completely forgot about haha, floated back to me. Honestly, it made the whole experience feel magical. I really hope I get to see him around sometime!
Delighted to know that my peculiarity is acknowledged. I do not appreciate blasphemes though. 😉
Jesus christ…. He is, strange. You don’t normally hear me say that about others, hm? In this case, I believe it is fitting. Going from menacing to charming is a sure thing…
I find myself perplexed by this preconceived notion that I lack a "chill" demeanor. When confronted with the unexpected encounter of someone I've never met offering me food, I couldn't resist indulging in one of my enduring vices from my past—I never decline a meal. Nevertheless, I don't see a compelling reason to engage with them any further, as I feel like a specimen under their probing scrutiny.
I offered him food onetime, he looked at me and took me up on it. Harrison still looks at me funny for whatever reason. At least it seems he chills out if someone offers him food. I can’t get by his belief on other Angemos, but as my brother says, “Could be worse.”
I make an effort to shroud my intentions, but my profound aversion to angemos may occasionally leak through. My reflections on this specific angemo are rather intriguing. It's not that I seek to be feared without reason, but I relish the notion that my adversaries must earn their fear. My reputation, it seems, has naturally spread to others, inducing a sense of dread. On one occasion, this one's brother extended a tempting offer, and I must admit, the culinary delight was particularly satisfying. I fail to discern the peculiarity in savoring a good meal, especially considering that a person of my stature seldom receives such gifts. I do make an effort to convey my appreciation to those who bestow them upon me.
Ever so believing in others to be “weak” is weird but, at least it’s everyone… *sighs*, I sometimes wonder how one could think of such. I wonder if he is grumpy. Oh, me, afraid? Why would I be afraid? Hm, he looks menacing? He isn’t some….. giant slug dog… ahem, ahaha anyways. The Herald is anything but usual, that’s all I have to say. Mariam has offered him food on the occasion and he has taken them up on it, weird.
Another angemo, it seems, who disregards his own well-being, squandering his time in servitude to inconsequential beings who remain blissfully unaware of his existence. There's little to comment on regarding him, for his presence is so utterly forgettable that, during the sole encounter we shared, he melded into the backdrop like a languid specter. Truly, a pitiable spectacle.
Hm, a celestial being with a thirst for retribution against others. As long as he refrains from obstructing my path, I harbor no objections to what or whom he obliterates to achieve his goals.
I've encountered this individual in proximity to that peculiar white thing with a god-complex. I don't have much to say about those two creatures. It appears their names are selected to match those petite rice balls wrapped in seaweed. How quaint. If the opportunity for a formal introduction arises, I'd be quite intrigued to hear more about their bodyguarding endeavors.
Hm, a fellow draconic being delighting in the bliss of chaos. This one, with his peculiar habits, manages to interest me. While a majestic creature engaging in seemingly trivial pursuits might typically be offensive, I find it amusing, particularly watching him scale trees for meager eggs. Who would’ve thought something so complex has such simple muses. Upon closer scrutiny, his belt adorned with jewels captures my interest, although the peculiar ribbon strikes me as rather foolish, especially against his otherwise elegant scale colouring. I wonder if it serves any practical purpose or if he simply enjoys adorning himself with such strange accessories.
“My first thought when I saw him immediately went to how powerful he was. He radiates this overwhelming power, I almost wanted to pry him about it. The more I watched, the more I observed, eventually I realized, he’s just like me! He may be the second abnormality I’ve met at Peak, but he’s left just as strong of an impression as that other guy. I wonder what the hole in his chest is about, that’s something I’ve definitely never seen before, and look at me!” His words on the Herald is an underestimate. Jekyll severely wants to get to know him, but as a dragon, he has SOME sort of pride in him to not plead at this guy’s feet to get to know him.
This creature had the audacity to attempt physical contact, a gesture I find repugnant. Labeling such abhorrent actions as a prank is an insult to my very existence. He's fortunate I refrained from ending him, though the desire lingered. If our paths cross again, I'll consider it a service to Peak to swiftly bring about his demise.
"Jeez, do NOT prank this guy on Valentine's day. He almost blew my head off once!"