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I've never seen only heard. Only heard but rather vaguely through passing conversations. A job is a job I know that well but how do they feel. Is it just a job to them? Well that's what it's supposed to be there should and can be no emotions in that line of work. But how lonely it must be. Or maybe they like to be left be. That makes sense... I've heard they are present for most clippings and all executions. I'm quite glad that I've never had to meet them. Not because I dislike them or fear them not at all. It's just... FOR WHAT WAS DONE TO ME BY WHOEVER I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT WOULD'VE HAPPENED HAD THE COUNCIL GOT THEIR HANDS ON ME!!?!?!?!??! *cough cough coughcough coughcough cough* Gahhk that hurts its.. it's just scary to think I would've come face to face with them for something I don't believe I did. To be given a second chance like this almost exactly as I was... I am truly grateful
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【They had no life outside of work, no friends to call by name, no lover or family to help ease the pain. A worker who could not find rest. But as they continued to strain their mind and body, they began to see things that weren't really there. — C】
Condena is... Unique... Their presence evokes a sense of unease within me... I would not relish the thought of crossing paths with them. One cannot help but feel a profound sense of strangeness emanating from their being. Previously, I never felt this way about them; In fact, the sight of their concealed form appeared to be somewhat endearing before I caught a glimpse of what lies beneath those cloaks. Please excuse my lack of composure, I may not be thinking clearly, but what exactly are they?!
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【Trauma and honor are a tale as old as time, to have gone through one is no minor crime. The battle-scarred knight, who now stands so tall, was once but a child, who was forced to live under the rain while bearing all. His honor and his duty, he holds them both with pride, his life now dedicated, to what he considers his sacred side. — C】
Condena serves as our executioner. There's not much I know about them and it is not essential for me to do so, given my own responsibilities. They do their job, I do mine, end of story. However, (yes, there is always a 'but') their "oh so enigmatic presence" inevitably sparks curiosity— While their tendency to communicate through poems may seem clichéd, one cannot help but acknowledge a certain level of creativity, at least.
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【The weight of his duties, he could not deny, seemingly impossible, with no way out in sight. Overworked, he was tired. Underappreciated, he felt undesired. No matter how much he worked, he could not please, a task that he was unable to release. — C】
They are terrifying. I wouldn't dream of approaching them again ever again.
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【A trail of failure follows wherever he goes, his every step is like death in slow-motion shows. His mistakes are plenty, for one to make a list, he seems to be the embodiment of every single miss. But though he never manages to find success, his greatest achievement is how far he never seems to regress. — C】
"Oh yeah...They're fine I guess..." Condena one of the exact people Ace doesn't like too much. He doesn't hate them but he doesn't like them either. He finds their sense of judgement a little harsh?? A bit...final. He's unsure if he's likely to change his opinion especially since they seem so awkward with social interactions. Guess questions will have to wait.
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【Anger is a poison that rots your soul, and festers in the darkness for to take control. The bitterness it brews, so dark and cold, it stains your heart and clouds your old memories of gold. A dark reflection of what you once were, an ugly shadow that you were meant to be better. — C】
"A joy! They're very awkward but seem rather scary with their executions! I wonder what their damage is!" He seems very amused at their sense of justice and the way they hide themselves.
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【Though joyful, their moments leave us cold, the entertainment we've known, fill us with a feeling of longing, for the happiness that has gone. Though fleeting, for their beauty, we reach out towards joy in our past, and remind ourselves of its passing, the way it can never last. — C】
“Condena and I are associates under the same line of work. Their senses are admirable as is their favorability for, well, rather extreme anonymity. I do not actually mind their silence, albeit unnerving. Ah… ironically enough, they certainly seem to favor small things, too.” (I like to imagine, upon first meet, Excallabria got spooked to high hell and poofed into a gemono. Then Condena carried him around which just spooked him more, so he stayed tiny for awhile that day…)
I watch you as certain dark things are to be viewed,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul, a figure I remember, from that night yes one of the few who were first to come in my view, and yet I have never truly seen, as they have of me, the job of a transitory stature, can leave many emotions to come to pasture, and so a veil, do prey tell, that you dwell in, does it offer you so comfort hm?, in your position I wonder if I'd be the same, this game can be rather taxing, but to be able to be ones self regardless must be relaxing, secrecy is Peak you see, especially in the business of an executionary, so if one does have a need, for time time in which one can be freed, please don't hesitate as I am here for your plead
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【Desires and dreams, fleeting as they may, are often forged in times past. Past events echo out to the present time, and nudge our lives in their path, for futures they hold a reflection. And we await them as they come, in moments they shine to remind us, of the choices we've left behind. — C】
You were there~ At least I believe you were either the deep shadows you cast it can be quite hard to tell but I feel as if your presence was~ A looming one of oppressive nature, it was almost suffocating really~ It was quite exhilarating I knew right away that's what I wanted, that powerful aura that left those around even on my side confused if I was really there or some accursed figment of their imaginations~ The shadows were already where I was born I was simply returning and needed to readjust~~ I just hadn't quite decided on how even after all the planning I'd done for that moment I still was unsure about my reassimilation~ For that I thank you more than you'll ever know for your presence you taught me valuable skills that I still utlize today~ Silence really. is. everything and some, were just born for a life in the shadows~~
Condena leaves a note in cursive.【A profound sense of grandeur permeates their every step, as if they were destined by fate to rule over the realm. Those who believed themselves above the rest, with pride and arrogance they did their best. Convinced they were deserving of a divine title, every action and thought was a way to achieve their desire. — C】
I feel bad for Constantine… He may seem hostile but… honestly he really isn’t a bad guy hahaha… I don’t bother him too much since he usually seems like he is busy, but I do at least try to ask the first thing I see him about how his day is going. People do need to talk anyways, don’t they? On a related note… Mariam made a remark we might have more things in common besides having dog ears… I don’t know…
Constantine is, hm, how do I put this. He is wallowing in a system that doesn’t favor him at all is probably how I’d describe him. It feels like he is absolutely disconnected with everyone around him, which I do feel is probably for the better. The Peak is wretched place, and I do think it only ever favors those who play along. Unfortunately… I feel that he is just one of those individuals.
Well well well looooook who we have here!~ I'm so honored to have such a figure call in wellllll it's not exactly that I kneeeewww persay that he was the caller but I just had this feeling that I just HAD to pick up and poof it was ☆him☆ I considered asking if he had any ideas about the higher up who canned my beaUtiful studio but when I heard his hushed tone all thoughts of it left my mind completely and my thoughts only focused on advice. He needn't say a single word! I knew who he was despite what I assume was his lackadaisy attempt at disguising it immediately and in turn his situation and so gave him some of my most private advice. It seems like he really took it well and I sure hope he used it I have NON doubts about the accuracy of that info!! I even put a voice changer over his call just in case anyone else could've recognized him. Who knows if I'll ever pick up for him or if he'll even call again but I have a feeling he'll end up just peachy!~
I remember you, you were among the few, who were there that day I came from the beyond, a puzzling expression on your face and a similar one next to its place, and yet your visages couldn't be more dissimilar, I watched that little town you inhabited grow you as well, tremendously swell, there was nothing stopping the growth, then one day you disappeared, then came back just as quick, the noticeable difference wasn't hard to spot, and it seemed you no longer shared the top, you'd been caught, in the darkest of shadows, you'd seem lost and yet everything you seemed to want to say was erased by swallows, though not the same the death of a inconceivable man is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world, that unviels a more poetic flow, if you should know, when such a man has the strength to carry on, if you have a wish any at all, never be afraid to visit my hall
(Watching Levi from an upstairs window shooting all the plagas villagers) "Que alguien saque a este maldito twink de mi aldea..."
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAID (no i mean really what did you said i dont understand spanish.)
Ah... You recall me, do you not? I share your sentiment and find myself disliking the idea of familiarity between us. Hm...
You look familiar...?
EEEEEE! I'm so happy I got the chance to meet and talk with someone so cool, famous, and AWESOME ☆□☆!!! The school was chosen to be a host for a stand the big baseball game. And naturally we bargained for a few more to showcase our talents and show our appreciation and I got a dessert stand in! I baked for hours up until it was time to get going and once we got there I began to sprint my stuff to my table to get set up as quickly as possible. Well to be more specific I made cookies themed around each player, among other treats of course, in hopes of them possibly coming to my stand!! Well running one of the larger boxes I sorta lost my way ×~×' and ended up crashing into someone and hard!!! I got disoriented but started rapidly apologizing forcing myself to pick things up extra quick! Well... hehe turns out it was one of the players but not just any one of the super good ones (//×□×//) I could've JUST DIED!!! And on top of that his cookies were the ones that spilled out of the box how awfullll!!!!! But he seemed really worried about me and helped picked things up and accepted my apologies (All of them individually too wahhh) and once we got everything packed up he asked if he could have the cookie of him he was still holding, it was truly the least I could do I would've given the whole box if he asked because how embarrassed I was... He pointed me in the right direction and hushedly told me I should probably slow down whole carrying it welll I kinda started running again oops and soo he quickly caught up with me took the box and continued to the stand area which I followed completely red (//~♡~//)' Well after the game I managed to save a cookie each for the players in hopes they came but everyone started packing up so I was a bit sad but happy at least one player got one! But then the team came outta nowhere!!! And asked if I had any left since they heard good things about them from one of their members.. on of the best days EVERRRRRR AAAAAAAAA I ended up giving them the extra cookie for him since he wasn't with them and bid them to have a good rest of the day. I hope so hard to meet him again one day next time the big game comes around I'm gonna be the first to volunteer!!!!!!
Jakku concentrates his thoughts, whispering statements to himself while rubbing his hands nervously. He sighs heavily when he endeavors to express what he seeks to say. He pauses to locate the words he intends to verbalize and proceeds to do so with consideration, moving at a slower pace. — Ah, about the most recent game... — He mumbled distractedly. It is as if his brain has run off on one tangent. He has the tendency to do this on any occasion. After allowing his thoughts to meander, he becomes aware that he intended to speak about something, however shortly following this notion, he concludes with a dismissive gesture and mentions — ... Forget it. —, crossing his arms... Despite his face remaining hidden, you can detect the faintest trace of a meek grin as he reflects back on something, chuckling slightly. He mumbles to himself something about "cookies"...?
— Uhhh, yeahhh... I, I like meeting people, but it's a bit scary at times... — Jakku softly muses to himself more than to the interviewer who was present. He is deliberate in his actions, granting himself adequate time to recollect a specific memory and humming an undetermined tune in the process. — Once... I met a guy... strange... I was intimidated by his presence (as if Jakku isn't intimidated by absolutely EVERYTHING?)... I took him to a nearby game after accidentally bumping into him... Um... What a shame... But it was fun to watch my teammates practice! — Jakku bites his bottom lip under the heavy bandages on his face. — I, uh,... I was too tired... — He had stated vaguely, giving an implication that he had fallen asleep when that happened. Jakku snorts in shame at that. — He was an strange guy, yeah... He disappeared when I woke up... I just hope he doesn't think I was a complete fool. —
“I didn’t even think he was alive at first; his face covering makes him look like one of those preserved corpses, I thought he had resurrected from the dead and bumped into me. Looking behind me, I’m met with a baseball uniform, but I realized that there was nothing to worry about once I looked up. He tremors like a frightened dog; I don’t know what to make of it. I suppose he was attempting to mumble an apology at me, which I was understanding of. I patted his forearm to let him know he did no wrong, though I would’ve gone for his shoulder if I could reach. Through the face bandages, I could see some eagerness in his eyes. I was curious to see what this sudden switch-up entailed. Deciphering his stutters, I concluded that he offered to take me to the stadium nearby, as other angemos are just practicing there at the moment. I guess it made sense that he was a baseball player, considering his outfit. I had nothing better to do, and since there were no police on my tail today, why not? He meticulously picked a spot where the fewest people were, yet it was a spot perfectly covered with shade. There, we had a perfect view of other angemos hitting baseballs with bats, some of them obviously better than the others. He seemed to have calmed down from the entire situation and was also watching the angemos play baseball. I personally don’t know a thing about the sport, as I had never played or seen it itself, but I didn’t mind watching it, no matter if I understood it or not. I don’t know how much time passed, but when I looked to my side, I was met with the skittish baseball player taking a nap on the bleachers. Those who were playing at the field seemed to have started wrapping up, but I didn’t want to wake him. I gently got up and walked out of the stadium, careful not to wake the guy, and that was that. I later found out his name was Jakku? I’ll have to ask someone how to purchase a ticket to a game, maybe he’ll remember me and say hi when I see him again?”
ah mira vos capo no sabía
como dic... como que si te enseñan un adorno y dices "está bendito", este... obviam... y en tu mente no piensas eso es que no estas siendo santo... pero si lo dices que "esta bien blasfemo" s--se oye feo
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Dear, dear Jakku... How I adore him. I have never encountered anyone with an unique, bizarre, yet utterly mesmerizing nature as him. He fails to convey his thoughts yet I am knowledgeable of how much he feels isolated... I seek to take my visits to his region more frequently in order to comfort him... It is evidently apparent that I highly value his company, just as I hope that he reciprocates this sentiment.
Ugh... Not this asshole. 'Council member' my ass, I don't give a shit about what he thinks or however many 'last chances' he wanted to give me. I don't need his goddamn pity. It's almost sad, y'know? How long it took him to figure out trying to be soft with me wasn't gonna work? Actually, doesn't even fuckin' matter. He didn't get me the first time he tried to send people after me, he's not gonna get me any of the next times either. Just. Fuck him and fuck the Council, man.
Yes, yes, I am aware of this saddening individual in question. As for why I consider him 'saddening', you ask? There is no situation more sorrowful than a person insisting on maintaining their stagnant attitude, all due to their immense stubbornness. That, or he has elected to conduct himself in a most pitiful, laughable manner simply to incense me. Yes, I know, I know... I have offered this Angemo numerous opportunities, however he appears to be indifferent regarding this concern. I ponder whether or not I ought to continue attempting to assist him?
It is only natural for the Angemos Council to work closely with Peak's Police Department, so it was only a matter of time before me and Mihr would have come into contact. Due to the overlap in our jobs' interests in public safety and security, PPD's Tactical Unit has collaborated with him on quite a few occasions. After all, me and the other officers of the PPDTU are responsible for dealing with the worst of the worst. That being said... I can't exactly call our relationship anything other than professional. He has his own duties to attend to, and I have mine. And while, I do have to admit, seeing him on the field in his suit of armor is a truly awe-inspiring sight, it does make me glad that our Unit has decided to stick with less traditional and more modern equipment. Being encumbered by that much metal would not be ideal for me. ...Hm. I suppose that isn't the whole extent of my feelings on him, now is it? I would much rather those remain as private as they are now. My... personal distaste, whether others would see it as justified or not, does not factor much into my work-related interactions with him. After all, withholding my thoughts for the sake of maintaining professionalism is a skill I'm quite proficient in.
I must confess that among all the people I have encountered at Peak, the individuals of the Peak's Police Department possess the distinctiveness and intricacy necessary to qualify as the most fascinating in relation to justice. I find that my role compels me to join their ranks and accompany them on their duties in order to simplify my own job. Though if it were my call, it would be quite varied in contrast to typical proceedings... Nevertheless, while it may differ from the norm, I do not mind at all. It is most appreciated to have additional support that aids me in enhancing my work— Oh, and as you see, those whom I work with tend to regard me with a certain degree of interest when I am adorned in my "uniform"... Indeed, this garb is worn due to my own preferences, so please do not assume that Peak shares my antiquated mannerisms... Ah, I wonder if it is common for myself to feel rather mentally drained when engaging in conversations with such individuals?