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Character of the Season
Once known as the Butcher of Whitebrim, he's now The Butcher of Dygra, stepping forward as the first created demigod of the Ancients. There is no question that Astaroth casts an intimidating silhouette. Tall, domineering and dangerous, if looks could kill you'd be dead already, but to get up close and personal with the Grounds' resident cannibal tells a much different story. Dripping with charm and clad in only the finest attire, Asta is a gentleman monster, as polite as they come and committed to his role as security for the Dusklight and those who have earned his loyalty. Be careful of that smile, though - those teeth are sharp.
Congratulations, Asta!
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Ouch. Thanks Amun. It hurt a whole lot to basically be told that his biggest problem was that he wanted to live life happy. That the things that made him happy were wrong. That when he felt joy being around another person it was bad. It wasn't a happy thing to think about....but if it meant he would stop fighting with others, then he'd try to hold it back at much as possible? As long as Amun didn't hate him, it was fine. Yeah. He'd be happier anyways if Amun was nicer to him.
His eyes focused on his basket as he chewed on his lips, not even daring to watch as Amun started to make his exit. Before the man could leave, Oliver looked forward towards the canvases. "What about your art? Aren't you going to take it with you?" Even if Amun didn't give a flying fuck about his artwork, Oliver still cared about what others had to produce. Surely, the ascended would want to keep what he had created, even if it was minimal. Oliver hadn't gotten to see it, but he could bet it was beautiful.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
The words halted Amun in his tracks. Turning, he stared at Oliver. The Ascended wasn’t even breathing. "I'd hardly call it artwork." The words carried a dangerous edge. "And I don't want a reminder of the fact that I can't do anything."
Facing forward again, he stood in the doorway. "Get rid of it. You can burn it, for all I care." With that, he walked forward again, fully exiting the Sanctuary. The heat and light outside mocked him almost as much as the blank easels and unworked clay did. Frowning slightly, he tucked the basket more fully in the crook of his arm. Then he walked away.
The words echoed in his ears as Oliver didn't dare look back at Amun. It was obvious that Amun wasn't doing too hot, but even still, Oliver thought he was being a small bit of a dick about things. It's fine, though, he was probably just being too 'excited' over the idea of art. Even if Amun didn't view it as art, Oliver was sure that Bastien would. So, walking over to where all of the supplies were stored, Oliver took out a small parchment of paper and a cloth and returned back to the desk.
Scrawling out on the paper, Oliver left a special message for his guildmaster. The note would read.
Bastien,
I wasn't sure what to do with this. Amun created it, but states that he feels as though it is better off burnt. Told me to get rid of it, but I wanted a second opinion. I've left a cloth over it so to preserve his wishes for others to not see it, but if you desire to do something else with it, go for it. I just thought it was wrong to burn a piece of art, even if he doesn't currently see value in it.
~~~~ Oliver
Walking on over to the easel, Oliver plucked up the canvas without looking, headed on over to the stage, and proceeded to drape over the cloth on top it. The finishing touch was the piece of paper on top.
With that mission done, he picked up his sketchbook, mostly completed basket, and headed outside. Hopefully he wouldn't run into Amun anytime soon. That'd be preferable.
FIN
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
