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𝔢𝔬𝔲 𝔰π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔑𝔫’𝔱 π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ 𝔬𝔭𝔒𝔫𝔒𝔑 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”Ÿπ”¬π”΅, 𝔰π”₯π”žπ”―π”¨ π”Ÿπ”žπ”¦π”±. π”Ÿπ”²π”± 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔢𝔬𝔲’𝔳𝔒 𝔩𝔒𝔱 π”ͺ𝔒 𝔬𝔲𝔱. 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–Žβ€™π–‘π–‘ π–π–†π–›π–Š π–žπ–”π–šπ–— π–π–Žπ–‰π–Š.
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π–™π–—π–Žπ–Œπ–Œπ–Šπ–— π–œπ–†π–—π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œπ–˜. 𝔀𝔬𝔯𝔒. π”©π”žπ”«π”€π”²π”žπ”€π”’. 𝔲𝔰𝔒 𝔬𝔣 π”žπ”©π” π”¬π”₯𝔬𝔩.
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β€˜ a simply stellar observation , accursed one , and one that could easily be turned on its head in this scenario . but i’m nothin’ if not a gentleman , at least at first... and seein’ your condition up close , ye’ve got precious little to lose dealin’ with mr . skin taker . ’
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@2GRINDYOURSKIN . ❝ Horrifically disfigured , and the stuff of nightmares. I take it you're not the most friendliest person around ? ❞
eventually… the ship was not small, but neither was it very big. its construction was haphazard at best, like a wreck that had been patched back together. anyone would have walked right past it, if it weren’t for the face on the bow, grinning uncannily up at the two.
the skin taker's jaws slowly slid into a chilling smile as he looked at the watch, nodding. " ...an escape. yes, we can certainly provide that. " he looked up, face returning to its usual blank expression. the strings tugged at his filthy bones as he bid mickey to follow him.
". . . you know, I could really use an escape from-" He pauses. ". . . I could use something to take my mind off of things. Dreading something coming up. You mind if I join you?"
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β€œ no need, my friend. as i said, β€˜tis my own fault. β€œ he gazed at the ground, as the gleam of the gold pocket watch suddenly caught his eye. β€œ would ye look at that. me ship oughta be here by now. β€œ
"From water to strings. . ." The mouse recollects on his OWN puppeteer - and not referring to his Satan, oh no - if possible, someone much crueler. "Well, my friend, I do send my condolences. . ."
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// ever look back on an rp and realize that you completely fucked up your character’s personality and you can never sleep again :)
β€œ ah, not anymore. i was rescued, one day long ago… and subsequently bound to my new prison. the strings. but in a way, you’re right, lad. i should have been down in hell with ye ages ago. instead, i find myself cursed to eternally sail… and sail… and sail… and sail… β€œ
β€œ. . . An intense hatred fills your heart, and I know that feeling well. . . Yet I think there’s room for happiness you know not of.” The mouse pursues, a frown gracing his face as he listened to the story and listened well. β€œSo you think the ocean is your prison. . ?”
β€œ ...the ocean. the ocean was my prison, and SHE was my jailor. could you imagine what it feels like? i couldn’t move, i couldn’t breathe, i couldn’t do anything... except hurt. i could feel the fish and the worms and the hooks and the nets tearing into me every {+}
β€œCare to. . . Elaborate?” The mouse draws a hair closer, ever curious of the taker’s fate. Surely it matches one as gruesome as his own.
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{+} godforsaken second i was trapped down there. but more importantly, i could still hate. and i swore that as long as i lived, i would hate. hate HER for what she did to me. hate myself for trusting her in the first place. hate this whole bloody world {+}
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the skeleton let out a wheezy chuckle. β€œ once again, your powers of perception don’t disappoint, mouse. though i’m afraid they fall just short of the truth. me true prison’s not self-made... though it may as well have been. it was me own fault anyway. β€œ
". . . your prison sounds quite intense, if you've made it yourself. . . yet somehow I feel you're withholding once again, skin taker," the rodent props himself on a half-wall next to them, kicking his legs. "You know, I won't say anything to anyone. There'd be no reason to."
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β€œthink nothin’ of it, me lad. trust me, i know what it’s like to be bound to your own private hell. after all, we each have our own prisons.β€œ he gestures to the strings suspending him in place. but even so, his voice sounds oddly distant… {+}
β€œ. . . Because you made an attempt? Nobody’s ever done that for me before. I thank you. . .” The rodent replies softly, scratching his ear.
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the skin taker calls out to him, his voice but a whisper in the cowboy’s mind. β€œ you there. what port is this? β€œ
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β€œ …savior? that seems a bit hyperbolic to me. all me effort came to nothin’ in the end, so why should i be praised for it? β€œ it’s called basic ethics, thade. you should try it sometime.
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β€œ an utterly baseless one. i thought you were more reasonable than that, mouse. β€œ he smirks, feeling he’s regained control of the conversation.
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