Kansas Stormcursed

2335. Think people who use Roman numerals should be defenestrated 2336. Like the word defenestrated (it's a great word)

*stabs for get back to stabbing Ash*

2333. Think ketek should replace the word palindrome, because the word itself is ACTUALLY reversible.

"Yes." Ok give me either a template or instructions

"Yes, I suppose."

Omg YES

2331. No Roman Numerals

"Oh, no. I had to pull some information from my Author about that odd device."

Cep is silent for a moment. "Ah," he says, "I understand now. Very well, let us continue."

"Very well." Cep follows.

"Hello Soyoung. I'm Cep. Are you the one we are here to meet?"

Cep looks around. A part of him remembers this place, and its strange chaos. He puts up a Steelpush bubble around himself, just to be safe.

Alrighty then

Why jeopardy music?

Cep produces a tissue. "'Ere ya go."

"I will."

Haven't managed to finish writing anything lately, BUT I had an idea. I wanna write a few TLT-inspired songs because I already have a few moments in mind, plus some backstory lore for Cep. If anybody who has any characters that have interacted with Cep wants input on anything, let me know. Otherwise I'm just gonna write stuff

Hey Coder have I talked to God Killer yet? @Hawks can't quote it bc I'm on mobile and I don't wanna rely on the anti-doublepost bot. Cep hugs Erryin back. "That memory," he says, "is one of fragments I hold. I am the one who holds the memories, but many are locked away. We all fear what we will find when we unlock them."

Alym swears under his breath. "There's some dust here," he hisses.

Cep nods. "I wish my other half could talk about this—he has more of the empathy. He doesn't have the memories, though. The connection is not there yet."

Cep cautiously examines the purple structure, eyeing it from within his room.

Alym starts scanning around without moving, seeing if he can spot any dust.

Wish I were doing this with Southern Cep, he's better in my brain at this stuff "Allow me to show you something." Erryin's surroundings are replaced by a white void, which quickly gives way to a scene in a forest. "Watch," Cep's voice echoes from around. A woman runs through a forest, holding a small child. Another, older child runs behind her. The child trips over a root, and the woman quickly turns back, desperately hauling him up. "Hurry!" she hisses, and takes off eunning again, the child doing his best to follow. After some time, a clamor of voices can be heard behind: men shouting angrily. The woman looks behind, terrified. She stops near a tree, the roots of which form a kind of hollow. She frantically gestures the older child to crawl in, then hands down the smaller child, who looks slightly panicked but not as if she fully understands what is happening. Hands shaking, the woman smooths down the hair of the smaller child, then shoves some nearby leaves to partially cover the roots. She runs, making as much noise as she can. The sounds of men chasing follow her, then suddenly disappear. She slows. Stops. Listens. Waits. After some time, she carefully makes her way back to where she left the children. The leaves are moved, the hollow empty. She hopes, but fears the truth. She searches the nearby area, and... The scene skips ahead. The woman huddled on the ground. She looks up, eyes red from crying. She tries to scream, but her voice has left her. Time passes. She sits. And sits. And sits. And then she stands. She waits a moment, then takes a step. Then another. The scene fades away, the white void returning. Then that, too, fades away, and they return to their previous surroundings. "That woman was the strongest person I've ever known. Not because of anything she did, but because she simply chose to stand and keep moving. And did it again. And again. And again. Nothing made her special. In fact, she was a rather average person in all respects. Yet she chose. That is key. She chose. And when she chose, she chose to stand. And when she could not stand, she leaned on those who would support her. Whatever happens, however you respond, it is your choice. You can choose to fall. You can choose to stand, as the strong do. And, as the wise do, you can lean on those who will support you. That is how you keep going." Cep pauses, eyes glistening slightly.

Cep gives a dry laugh. "I think I know a thing or two about missing pieces. Yes, losing people is awful. But it is an unavoidable fact of this storm we face. As it stands, you have two choices: crumble under the weight of the future, or stand and meet it. It will be hard; of that there is no doubt. But by standing, you refuse to fall, and every time you choose to keep standing you push back against the darkness around. It is a constant battle, yes, but your other choice is to fall."