My own personal like, epilogue to this thread: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/51193179/comments/#comments-312674948 ________________ Csepel blinked hard, staring out into the water when he abruptly found himself back on the wharf. He stood there rubbing at his eyes. What a feverdream. He hadn't heard much of a peep from that man since the wars ended, and they were in the same room for...an hour? He groaned, pulled out of his thoughts when a spray of sea water hit his face. His expression had soured, a grimace set with gritted teeth. Glancing up and down the dock, he made his way towards the stairs that led back up to the town, taking two at a time. Big things. Happening soon. Sounds interesting. The sooner the better. Things had gotten exceptionally boring in his eyes. Another pitiful uprising to cull, and despite this one's surprising level of organization it would just be another rinse and repeat thing. Always was. Csepel turned down a narrow street, glancing up at the unlit lamps lining the cobbled road with distaste. Could the lamplighter not afford to light them? He clicked his tongue and continued on, not entirely oblivious to his surroundings but still consumed with his thoughts. He would have to write this down. Add it to his records. Big things were coming. What a polite heads-up; genuinely appreciated on his part and as melodramatic as ever. ...As if he himself didn't contribute to that. He would confer with the other hellmancers soon, as well. Csepel breathed out a heavy sigh as he made his way up the stairs to his house and slipped inside, locking the door behind him. He lit a candle and sat down at his desk, unrolling a sheet of parchment to catalog his thoughts. Goofiest art in the worllddddd (no seriously i gave up on it after realizing I messed up the resolution grahh)
