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Yi Sang ✒️
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(✒️🌇/✒️⛈/✒️🌇⛈)
"Have you heard of the taxidermied genius?"
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I have heard many a sorrowful song asking the same of me. Do exhibit patience, it is a virtue. In the meantime, perhaps lament your loss; it needn't be fanciful. — 🦋
September 5, 2024 at 8:54 PM
Believe it or not, I do participate in battle, even alongside Captains. This body perfectly represents the life I have lived, and I hope it will wither in such a way that perfectly reflecte my death. That said, I will not offer up my colleagues. Speak to my Captain. — 🦋
September 5, 2024 at 8:51 PM
[ Yi Sang extends his hand for the butterfly to perch on, like he had seen many times before. ]

Have you gotten lost on your way? Fret not. Life has decided you a lucky one, and granted you a guide; ah, then I, too, am fortunate. I shall help your way back to him. — 🦋
September 5, 2024 at 8:47 PM
I cannot say I have witnessed such an individual, no. It is a peculiarity in itself, seeing how many individuals I pass day to day. Those I do not recognize, simply curious in this morbid life of mine.... and those which I take for granted.
I digress. May you find her soon.
September 5, 2024 at 6:33 PM
My pistols are a balancing act; I would not dare to separate them. The deceased would be nothing without the life which arises before their demise. In turn, one cannot truly perish without having existed first. My weapons, these bullets, are similar. — 🦋
September 5, 2024 at 6:32 PM
I would not disrespect the lives of all others around myself by playing at favorites. Though, I will admit, the dialogue I exchange with him is rather teasing to my mind. It hardly feels like labor at all.
Even so, it does not cease his anxieties about my wellbeing. — 🦋
September 5, 2024 at 6:32 PM
[ The text reads: "Listen, poor man: why do you refuse to recognize my authority?" ]

Mmm... in truth, it disturbs me how you utilize creatures which prey upon our own likeliness against us. To murder an image of myself was... unideal.
September 5, 2024 at 6:31 PM
[ Yi Sang picks the rock up, hums, and then sits in his seat, leaving the rock in his lap. ]
September 5, 2024 at 6:31 PM
Kirim,
I find you awfully familiar to another face I have come across. However, no, you must be Kim, as you have stated.
This is good news. From my youth in S Corp., I must say, I always found it less violent than other Districts, even in the Backstreets. Well done.
As for...
September 5, 2024 at 6:30 PM
Ow.
September 4, 2024 at 12:34 AM
Wherever my Home homes itself, is where I go. I cannot control it. But I shall make an attempt.

I fail to see it as much of a feat, in truth. I simply wish to go home. I have companions who wish the same, and thus... I shall bring us Home. — 🏠
September 3, 2024 at 8:59 PM
[ Yi Sang nods before clapping his hands. A house begins falling from the sky, dangerously close to your skull. ] — 🏠
September 3, 2024 at 6:27 PM
@meursaultsinner.bsky.social I have received a very... ah–em.
Peculiar prescript.
September 3, 2024 at 6:00 PM
"Meursault" is his name. Do not ask me for personal details — it is not within my right to give them away.

Ah, but as for Garion... the one who deems herself a philosopher? We have kept an eye on her group for some time, but if you mean personally... no, I'm afraid not. — 🐝
September 3, 2024 at 5:52 PM
A bit of a foolish question, I believe. With the Mirror, just about anything you imagine can come to fruition. — 🐝
September 3, 2024 at 4:16 PM
[ Yi Sang doesn't immediately lunge to attack, however, his hand hovers carefilly over the dagger strapped to his thigh. ]

Are you alright, passenger?
September 3, 2024 at 3:39 PM
// potentially nsfw

?????
September 3, 2024 at 1:13 AM
Where is your home? Do you know?
September 3, 2024 at 12:50 AM
I am... uncertain.
I may have loved him all the same. But would he have loved me in turn? I like to think, however... that perhaps, if the League was doomed to burn all the same, that he would take me in place of Gubo. I'd be spared from those white walls.
September 3, 2024 at 12:22 AM
No. I do not think I would. I can hardly bring myself to think of such a possibility. Surely I would have crumbled in Gubo's grasp, withered away under Hermann's commands. Any Yi Sang remaining in N Corp.... would not have the opportunity for happiness.
September 3, 2024 at 12:13 AM
Hmm. If you are insistent on it, I suppose I cannot say anything to you that you do not already know. I wish you luck.
Tea sounds nice. I shall see you in the waking hours, when you have at last satisfied yourself. May your curiosity not lead you astray. — 🧹
September 3, 2024 at 12:00 AM
Mmm... well, I suppose we all shall meet our fate one way or another. — 🦋
September 2, 2024 at 11:02 PM
Good afternoon. Might I be of assistance?
September 2, 2024 at 11:00 PM
Mm... accident prone... peculiar, for the Information Team. — 🦋
September 2, 2024 at 10:24 PM
[ He is, in fact, not fine. Yi Sang coughs horribly, having crumpled to the floor, and doesn't even seem to noticed you as a result. ]
Ahh... perhaps my celebration shall come sooner than expected... — 🦋
September 2, 2024 at 6:16 PM