# Dead Man Walking ^6ae7e0 >[!cite|no-title] >_<center><div class="info"> [[Vindarr]] ✦ Entry 5 ✦ 45/02/4361</div></center>_ >**<center>[[Session 14]] - There Will Be Moss</center>** >[!grid|col-3] >>[!noted|blank] > >>[!cite|no-title] >>##### [[Dead Man Walking#^83def9|Jump to Transcript ☟]] > >>[!noted|blank] --- >[!journal|torn vindarr] &nbsp; >&nbsp; ><div class="vindarr">90/01/4361 > >Étoile, Mary, and Joesph, Much occupies my mind. > >I've never much believed in the Gathic principle of karma; But its times like these where it seems I am to choose between the sacrilege of betraying my faith, or the blasphemy of believing the lord to be a real cute hoor <u>twit</u>. > >Real gas to you, isn't it? The upper planes must be in uproarious laughter over this one. Mendekua, of all the fucks you could've picked to come bite me in the ass; I would've preferred even <u>Elara</u> over this, the dope. > >Selfish, too - I was kind enough to ensure he died with a priest and everything. Just down right ungrateful, if you ask me. > >I'm unsure as to how Finneas feels about this; I imagine perhaps afraid, or confused, or a bit of both. Not that I would know, the lick ass here I suppose has become critical of my 'wyrmling disposal' skills, and has taken a fancy to Izre. It's odd, but, when are things not with him? I'm sure Izre is better company, maybe a bit less pitiful than I tend to be; a little sunshine must be less overbearing on the nerves, perhaps. > >It's alright - I've gotten along fine so much with the others, although now oddly I can't help but feel an obvious tension that lingers thicker than the years of dust here. Especially so, after this 'man controlled by moss' we encountered. > >Izre seems somewhat irritated (mostly at the monkey), > >Absence more melancholically contemplative, > >Diletta especially stroppy at any attempt of conversation ~~(wrong side of the coffin?)~~, > >Mei all sullen and mopey, > >and Adrielle I suppose hasn't changed much. Although this must be an awfully boring 'galavant' if she's still reading my bloody books - I thought Absence had confiscated those. > >A fight does tend to take the energy out of any man, and perhaps a little bit of that 'dungeon fever' isn't helping much at all. Maybe I can think of something over dinner that would cheer them up. > >Izre had asked to speak to me - privately - which caught me off guard. He asked me about Finneas, understandably, about his relation to this moss and his own sabre. In all honesty, I was curious enough to have thought of asking <u>him</u> the same, but he caught me first. The awful snake, had me rambling about Finneas and I's unfortunate meeting, and Mendekua and I's more so unfortunate parting. The lad is certainly awfully clueless about it, poor thing, and I'm frankly more than curious also, so I suggested we maybe pull an admittedly spiteful trick on Finneas, Críost forgive me. > >That had warmed him up enough, at the very least. At least <u>someone</u> here isn't a dryshite - he even suggested we keep two of the bottles of gin for ourselves while the others were moping about. Absence at least had an excuse, managing to get <u>frostbite</u> for the five minutes I'm gone. The other two, though, are out wandering about all glum as if Bones here doesn't normally have enough cheek for a second ass.</div> > >&nbsp; --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript >90/01/4361 >Étoile, Mary, and Joesph, Much occupies my mind. > > I've never much believed in the Gathic principle of karma; But its times like these where it seems I am to choose between the sacrilege of betraying my faith, or the blasphemy of believing the lord to be a real cute hoor twit. > > Real gas to you, isn't it? The upper planes must be in uproarious laughter over this one. Mendekua, of all the fucks you could've picked to come bite me in the ass; I would've preferred even Elara over this, the dope. > > Selfish, too - I was kind enough to ensure he died with a priest and everything. Just down right ungrateful, if you ask me. > > I'm unsure as to how Finneas feels about this; I imagine perhaps afraid, or confused, or a bit of both. Not that I would know, the lick ass here I suppose has become critical of my 'wyrmling disposal' skills, and has taken a fancy to Izre. It's odd, but, when are things not with him? I'm sure Izre is better company, maybe a bit less pitiful than I tend to be; a little sunshine must be less overbearing on the nerves, perhaps. > > It's alright - I've gotten along fine so much with the others, although now oddly I can't help but feel an obvious tension that lingers thicker than the years of dust here. Especially so, after this 'man controlled by moss' we encountered. > > Izre seems somewhat irritated (mostly at the monkey), > > Absence more melancholically contemplative, > > Diletta especially stroppy at any attempt of conversation ~~(wrong side of the coffin?)~~, > > Mei all sullen and mopey, > > and Adrielle I suppose hasn't changed much. Although this must be an awfully boring 'galavant' if she's still reading my bloody books - I thought Absence had confiscated those. > > A fight does tend to take the energy out of any man, and perhaps a little bit of that 'dungeon fever' isn't helping much at all. Maybe I can think of something over dinner that would cheer them up. > > Izre had asked to speak to me - privately - which caught me off guard. He asked me about Finneas, understandably, about his relation to this moss and his own sabre. In all honesty, I was curious enough to have thought of asking him the same, but he caught me first. The awful snake, had me rambling about Finneas and I's unfortunate meeting, and Mendekua and I's more so unfortunate parting. The lad is certainly awfully clueless about it, poor thing, and I'm frankly more than curious also, so I suggested we maybe pull an admittedly spiteful trick on Finneas, Críost forgive me. > > That had warmed him up enough, at the very least. At least someone here isn't a dryshite - he even suggested we keep two of the bottles of gin for ourselves while the others were moping about. Absence at least had an excuse, managing to get frostbite for the five minutes I'm gone. The other two, though, are out wandering about all glum as if Bones here doesn't normally have enough cheek for a second ass. ^83def9 >[!grid|col-3] >>[!noted|blank] > >>[!cite|no-title] >>##### [[Dead Man Walking#^6ae7e0|Back to Top ☝︎]] > >>[!noted|blank]