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[thygospelevity]

Greetings my ninjas of sevenfold! I come bearing no less than fifteen printed mother fuckin wavers!

With these blessings, we may be allowed passage into a world of wonder and enchantment, miracle and sweet fuckin mayhem! Kingsport, within the land of daymare, has brought about some true Mirthful beauty! We have been granted entry into the Midnight Carnival!

I cannot attend alone, not without first reaching out to my dear sisters of seven and brothers blessed to join me in an evening of entertainments with no need to call request of the culling-officer's permission, nor any cull parent! I know not whether festivities will go as they do within the carnathedral, but only through joining me may we uncover. Come now, my dear friends, and let us gather together that we may kick this bitch atmospheric!

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[alkhimia2i]

Most people are not brave or foolhardy enough to trust a place that promises them doom.

[thygospelevity]

[There is a significant pause, as though he has gone to check again for himself.]

My ninja, I do not perceive this promise of doom with the carnival. Besides, my moirail promises doom every day and he's my best mother fuckin friend. :o)

[alkhimia2i]

Does he now? That seems a strange thing for a friend to do.

What's a "moirail"?

[thygospelevity]

["What's a moirail" is a far stranger thing to ask, in his opinion. Whatever alien his new friend is, they are apparently not troll.]

I must proclaim the peculiarities that lie within my brother are those that speak clearest to me. For each prophecy I speak, my brother stands by with his visions, the screams of the doomed warning of the first judgement's fall. When all the world fails to heed us, always will we have one a mother fuckin nother. Our lord and lady, the Mirthful Messiahs, hatched us serendipitous.

Thou art truly missing a miracle to know not of moirails. Diamond partnered, my moirail and I heal one another's unrighteous ailments of heart, mind, and body. Together, we ensure ourselves to kick it proper chill. He is a blessing and miracle to me. Honk.

[alkhimia2i]

[There's not a word that she can think of that really describes that he's talking about. Perhaps that's why the word went untranslated.]

So you share... prophecies with each other? Doom prophecies?

[She's not sure that she likes the sound of that. This child is a little weirder than she first thought. But he's still a child, and a well-meaning one.]

Who are you inviting to this Midnight Carnival?

[thygospelevity]

That is correct, my ninja. And we share them beyond ourselves as well in hopes that some day Beforus will hear our righteous preach, and together, we can prepare for what is to come and thus save us all. We shalt not give up on this world and the miracles it brings us. :o)

It is my intention to invite everyone who deigns to come with me! There is always more room within the mother fuckin family! Honk. :o)

[alkhimia2i]

In that case, I'd like to attend. Would you mind?

[Someone needs to keep an eye on this bright and eager (if a little strange) child to make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble.]

[thygospelevity]

Yes! No! Wait.

I WISH GREATLY FOR MY DEAR FRIEND ALNNAHS TO JOIN ME IN THE FESTIVITIES!

[alkhimia2i]

[Rest in pieces. This sweet child has done her in with his excitement.]

You can call me Shrike. Do you have a name?

[thygospelevity]

[Shrike. That is the most trollish name he's seen thus far.]

My name is Kurloz. Kurloz Makara. :o)

Now, I shall sign you as Shrike upon this waver, sealing our contract to a great mother fuckin time.

[alkhimia2i]

Well, if it's that official, I guess there's no backing out. Where and when are we meeting?

[thygospelevity]

Church.

I shall make the the arrangements for a fortnight. I believe it to be greater ease for all to meet before the Carnival itself. :o)

[alkhimia2i]

Understood. I'll be there.