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Stigr war sonderbar - Runi verstand den Mann noch immer nicht ganz, aber so glaubte er, das nie zu tun. Er fütterte ihn und kleidete ihn neu ein; Runi fand es beinahe schon witzig, als der alte Herr ihn suchen musste, verzog er sich doch einmal im Schnee und schien für die müden Augen wie vom Erdboden verschluckt worden zu sein. Die warme, weiche Kleidung ließ ihn auch gar nicht kalt werden, weswegen Stigr schon beinahe ewig nach ihm suchte - Runi sah es als Triumph an, dem alten Herren überlege…

“There’s no need to thank me for that! Just know that I’m there for you and I’ll give you all the time you need, but I’ll help you heal, too.”, the wolf announced proudly, with a smile plastered on his face. Richard was someone he never would want to let go off, wasn’t he? Every waking moment he didn’t spend by his side felt lonely, as if they were attached by the hip, or maybe even a red thread of fate - there was no way for him to get out now; good thing he didn’t want it. What did it mean if …

>Cybernetics Headquarters, Dr. Frisks Office Orion sneered at the suggestion. “Have any of you ever actually seen how Nova acts put there? If anything, he does his job, but it’s sloppy and the amount of rage he puts into it could be used elsewhere. It’s all self-serving in the end, and if those weren’t orders, he wouldn’t even consider them.”, they sighed. Doctor Frisk tried, she truly did, but this seemed like a wad of excuses for someone that needed an entire re-education, or maybe even the el…

Yujin smiled at Richard - he looked at him and wondered what went on behind that unimaginably thick skull of his, concluding that it couldn’t be anything of use to him, after all, what would he gain from peering into his cranium? The wolf chuckled at the thought, knowing well enough that Richards synapses probably went places they shouldn’t; he’d seen and witnessed too much, had pain that he needed to deal with and things that he ought to forget at some point in his life, even if today wasn’t th…

“Pah!” Ronan pouted; Caelan was being himself at that very moment and he couldn’t help but find that as endearing as he sometimes found it irritating. Not in a million years would he want to share Caelan with anyone, keep him all to himself, no matter how difficult either of them could be. “Your dad and your country? You’re being too generous. I don’t think I want either, I just want you, nothing else.” Ronan looked at Caelan, wringing out a wry smile to show him that he meant it - there was abs…

“Fighting is, I won’t disagree with that, but … death isn’t, really.”, he tried to negate his earlier outburst. It was true that he had acted without thinking too much about it, factually obsessed with what he had witnessed, but it ought to be redeemable at some point - cold sweat beaded his back at this point and Ignatius wasn’t going to be able to gauge if these were his true feelings at that point or if he was just making himself physically sick for the attention that he hadn’t gotten before.…

It kept him on his feet - he was uneasy and unhappy about the entirety of the situation for sure but it wasn’t like him to be like that overall. Ignatius was normally quite well-paced, and impacted by the littlest of things, and yet, worry started to seep from him - something that he controlled outright and meant to show, not because he was actually worried but because he found it funny to find any reaction in Azraels entire being. Somehow, he prompted the silent man to speak again and Ignatius …

At this point they were arguing over some of the most senile stuff - Ignatius simply shut up, maybe in an effort to please the hunter for once, and he kept that up, at least until they made their way closer to the monastery. That thing was, very clearly, burning down at that very moment and once he heard Azrael sigh, he very much did the same. This wasn’t going to work out for either of them, not all too well at least, and it kind of showed right about now. “Looks like we’re out of luck.”, the p…

“Who even said that? I said I want to safe people, and if I die, that’s that - still, I ought to die after they are safe.” That wouldn’t even happen. Ignatius could not and should not die, not in a long shot, and he knew that much. Perhaps, one day, he’d mess up and no spell would actually fix him up, but Azrael acted like he was still on his high horse, acting as if he was above and beyond just about anyone. The redhead scoffed - he was being boxed into all kinds of situations and stereotypes a…

God, Azrael was a tough nut to crack and he seemed as if everything what ever was wrong with anyone was, for some reason, Ignatius fault - at least he applied it to him, sort of, and then felt entitled to be mad about it. So what if some people cared? They could be glad someone like him even tried to save them, and yet, if he ever said that to Azrael, he’d probably have to answer for some sort of crime that he ought to have committed, even when Ignatius knew that to not be the case. “I don’t pla…

“Aw, come on! Please!” The incessant begging had to work for someone at some point, Ignatius wanted it to at the very least - he could try all the things in the world, of course, but that only meant that as long as he made an attempt, perhaps he’d be heard. Frankly, there weren’t many people he begged to do anything for him - usually, it was the other way around and he liked it that way, and yet, he felt as if Azrael was deserving of seeing him like that, groveling at his feet all the same. “I d…

“Won’t you make an exception?”, he asked with a set of doe-like eyes, firmly planted onto his face. For all they knew, this could be everything they needed to make actual strides in their journey or it could be the worst idea since before demons roamed these lands to teach Ignatius how to wield weapons as Azrael did. “I get that, but we could squeeze a tiny bit of training in there before we go to bed, if we make it to someplace before nightfall. It would at least be something I’d enjoy, and you…

There were none left it seemed - the fact itself was quite saddening. Had they been eaten or abducted? Ignatius wished that he were able to tell just what heinous crime it was that he punished these creatures for, and yet, there was no way to actually hell what happened. Perhaps he was simply going to have to come to his own set of conclusions once the time was right - it was the only thing he could come up with either way. Besides, there was nothing he could do for those forlorn souls and as hi…

That was a task done - Ignatius had hoped to fell the second troll as well, but it didn’t seem like they’d get to it after all, especially now that the figure had taken off toward the woods. That was a bummer. Regardless of how he felt about the situation, though, he decided that it was at least worth to see if they should pursue this thing - for the moment, that was. Fortunately, or perhaps even unfortunately for him, Azrael seemed to have different ideas and already abandoned the station he’d …

Azrael was akin to yelling, it seemed, not to actually taking things to heart in the heat of the moment - the troll was already done for either way, complete with the new cuts and all, and Ignatius figured this was the best it would be in the long shot. Regardless of what it truly would wind up being, he couldn’t let his guard down just yet - he eased the spell out, knowing that it had made him break out in cold sweat, but they were far from done. His body had to take a bit more than that if it …

“If they ever are.” It was the one thing they kept talking about all the time. Not only were the kids hard to deal with on occasion, they proved to be quite feisty as well - the only thing that changed all of that, at the very least a little bit, was, when they actually had a talent for something. It was almost instantly recognized and they could just focus on training them for one specific thing, not five different ones. Perhaps, that, too, was a problem. “It’s alright, I’m here for a reason, a…

He could be useful, that much he knew - but that aside, what else could he do? Ignatius was wondering about that by the time it just so happened to be almost his turn to get mauled - he looked at the knife that flew past him, narrowly avoiding him, and got one of those goblins. Hook, line and sinker, as his teacher would say - only to waffle about having been a fishers son afterward. If that was all it needed, not only was he envious of Azrael, he was downright jealous; he looked confident while…

Ignatius wanted to be able to trust Azrael to the fullest, regardless of whatever would happen between the two of them in the next few hours. In fact, he ought to trust this guy so much more than just about anyone he‘d ever met at the monastery, he it because he was trying to be understanding in most ways or simply because he tried to open his eyes. And yet, his faith was holding him back, all the while his mind was so terribly interested in this man that it almost hurt - they watched their adve…

Azraels description made it sound more disgusting than it ought to be, but Ignatius figured that perhaps, he wasn’t even wrong. There had to be some truth to his words, no? And even better, it did make him wonder if he was simply losing it all - being a meal for these creatures definitely wouldn’t happen, Ignatius knew as much. That was the last thing he wanted, and besides that, he also wanted nothing more than to actually figure out what on gods green earth was up with any of that. Who would b…

Ignatius was willing to do whatever Azrael asked of him if that meant he’d get to see some of the creatures up close and perhaps, he’d even get to kill one or two of them. Wouldn’t that be nice? He’d finally have a tale of his own to tell and better yet, he’d be having fun with it, too! “I’m still supposed to be cautious, then.”, he summarized. That wasn’t a hard task, the only thing he needed to keep in mind was that he needn’t injure Azrael as well. “Worst case they rip my head off?” Perhaps, …