❝Ain't No Devil, gon' be where we go,
Gon' wash in the water, and save all our souls.
Take all the children where the flood water's low,
'Cause there Ain't No Devil gon' be where we go.❞
The Attendant
The Guardian
The Angel
[Valtiel]
Art by Maria S.
He can't see worth shit in this mist, but he can hear just fine. And though Cheryl's little Cole Protocol maneuver should be working, she was making too much noise. The random directions was throwing him off, though. Making him stop and listen. He has yet to start gaining on her.
Angrily skittering around in the fog...
He dropped his MP3 player and he can't find it!
He doesn't know it, but he's also been going in circles for the past ten minutes and is likely to keep going without direct intervention. He's only a *little* lost...
The Red Pyramid points at his next victim as the environment goes to hell. Brick and mortar shrivels and burns away like paint, revealing rusty metal underneath, the air is filled with the sounds of ungodly machinery scraping against itself. Judgement is at hand. This is the end.
Be wary of these two accounts! Both are ran by the same admin lying about being an adult so they can be lewd in role plays! They are under the age of 18 so please be careful with who you RP with! Thank you!
"Even if that were true, even if I didn't have a shred of empathy and was only out to protect you for my own personal gains, that wouldn't make me any less trustworthy."