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I can’t change what i taste like.
*Frowns*
Why not?
*Pushes forward on the darkness, drawn to the battlefield*
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I can’t change what i taste like.
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The easiest way to explain it is that I project my thoughts to the shadow, texture,shape, even taste if I like, making smells is alot more difficult and requires more concentration. I imagine something and manifest it, its like wiggling your ears you can't really explain how you do it you just can.
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“Understandable thing to try”
*It doesn’t seem to have a taste*
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Most people don’t want to die, and normally not an exception, though there are times where I wonder if the world would be better off without me. *Cocks head to the left slightly* Why do you ask?
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*I soften the barrier where they are pressing, reducing the rigidity and toughness, making it feel more like a cushion than a wall*
Those who steal, so that they can be wealthy. Those who kill for fun, and those who cause pain for pleasure. The scum of the earth, whether they be rich, poor or inbetween. Those who treat people like cattle, and lives like chaff. Those who I think should die, the children, the animals, they are the only pure things.
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*Instinctively flinches back, then starts pacing *
Good, I like to think, there are some mornings that I don't know. That I wonder if all the people who I’ve killed, deserved to die, or if they could’ve been changed and redeemed, given a second chance. Then there are days that I regret not killing them sooner, and that because I didn't then they hurt more people. There are usually 2 kinds of people hiding in the darkness, those that hide in it out of safety, and those that hide in it to hurt others. Me, I’m both I guess but I don't really know. I do my best but is it enough, is it too much?
*Shrugs slightly fustratedly then sighs and turns to face them*
Who’s to say?
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*The bubble is perfectly smooth, but it is a weird feeling as it feels like it has no friction *
This is what I can do, shadows into reality, I can make shadows into gears, swords, bows that don't need arrows, because I can make them, Kusarigamas
*As I say the item I make it in my hand with a flick of my wrist, then I give it a little toss, and as it comes down, I catch it, give it a twirl and I dissolve it mid twirl*
I can travel through and between shadows, the dark is basically my domain.
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Don't know. Weird shadows. I travel through shadows. Ended up here
*Shrugs*
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Not really used to run an orphanage but the older kids are looking after it now