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[ His head feels light, body broken and heavy; weighed down by an indescribable force that keeps him from making any immediate movements. Hearing the voice of the Tower echo through his mind, a constant and discomforting ringing that Lobelia has learned to openly enjoy. The moment almost serene despite the blood spilling from his nose and mouth, bones still puncturing organs as his body slowly begins to reconstruct itself into the proper of order of things.
Punishment for his happiness; joyfully killing a young man in the quiet forest. Enveloped in the sound of his bones crushing into nothingness, slowly turning into a mess of blood and gore. Organs stretched out and body horribly disfigured, one can only imagine the immense amount of pain both him and Lobelia has gone through. But the evident difference between the two is the fact that Lobelia feels a rush out it -- an euphoric pleasure that has him overjoyed despite the many wounds tattered across his body. Breathing slow and flexing his fingers, eyes finally coming into focus, it takes another moment before he recognizes that there's something living -- human -- approaching him. ]
Ah. [ He breathes in slow, instinctively coming up with an excuse, before he realizes just who this person is. ] ... My substitute. How unfortunate that you must see me in such a state, I can't even offer you a wave of acknowledgement. Hahaha -- ! [ Consequently he throws up a bit of blood, a sharp pain in his abdomen making him hunch over. ]
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Punishment for his happiness; joyfully killing a young man in the quiet forest. Enveloped in the sound of his bones crushing into nothingness, slowly turning into a mess of blood and gore. Organs stretched out and body horribly disfigured, one can only imagine the immense amount of pain both him and Lobelia has gone through. But the evident difference between the two is the fact that Lobelia feels a rush out it -- an euphoric pleasure that has him overjoyed despite the many wounds tattered across his body. Breathing slow and flexing his fingers, eyes finally coming into focus, it takes another moment before he recognizes that there's something living -- human -- approaching him. ]
Ah. [ He breathes in slow, instinctively coming up with an excuse, before he realizes just who this person is. ] ... My substitute. How unfortunate that you must see me in such a state, I can't even offer you a wave of acknowledgement. Hahaha -- ! [ Consequently he throws up a bit of blood, a sharp pain in his abdomen making him hunch over. ]