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Because I can choose what to cut?
But it's a rift, not a cut.
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Because I can choose what to cut?
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No. It makes rifts. Wormholes.
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If I was banished from home and not designated a place to be, I’d be sleeping in the studio on a chair or something.
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Ya girl is technically homeless, for the time being. Lucky y’all are openly accepting. What a crappy title.
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I can cut a hole between dimensions, and occasionally even times, with it.
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Like this.
*He softly swings his scythe in a loop, which slices though the floor with no resistance.*
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Probably because they don’t want me at home. For a plethora of reasons.
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Oh, I use it for combat all the time. No one can stop it.
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‘Specially if time here is mandatory. Bleh.
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That's how I open portals. By cutting open rifts in space....wormholes of a sort.
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*Shrugs*
Yup. There’s gonna be people hanging out where I’m living, and to you all I an an absolute stranger so, well. Here I am.
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Just get used to being here. For now. I have no plan.
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Like this.
*He swipes his scythe, tearing open a ragged portal to another world*