There is still beauty in the world.

“After recent feedback ..” He then sighs and looked at the note on his desk and groaned feeling embarrassed as he can’t believe he’s going to say this (I can’t believe I’m going to say this.) “ @archerhues.bsky.social @ourbrokenpromise.bsky.social . Come inside. We have something to discuss.”

“Lonely on a Saturday night? Well, What do you want me to do about it? You don’t see me complaining about loneliness.” He huffed and made a pen spin around his fingers “I am rather bored. Raymond said I need to find a better thing to do then just do research.”

“That was not ..” He coughed a little and spits out some of the blood he drank earlier “That did not sit well in my tastebuds. Odd, usually it’s sweet but there’s a hint of metal in it. But a faint sense of tingling came, pleasant but then not. Changing to being incorporeal numbed it so little.”

Descole was laying down on the sand on the island tonight. He had his hand on his neck as he felt a felt burn from when Sparrow grabbed it earlier. He seems tired out, frustrated, and then furious that no seems to be listening to him. They’re all saying he’s wrong.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” . . “Who left a bunch of presents for me at my doorstep?? Thank you?” .. “I’m honestly in shock”

Descole was slouching in his office chair - his hair was all over the place like as if he hasn’t brushed it in who knows how long. He looks like a wreck. A far worse wreck than how he usually is. There’s paper scattered all over the desk and a few dried out red markers and sticky notes.

“It’s been twelve days and no trace of that girl!” He poured down a glass of wine and instead of drinking it. He decides to throw it at the wall as growled. “Sycamore you have created an impossible debt! What’s next is another force involved?!”

Descole and @randogthenum1.bsky.social had made it safely to their destination and placed @alanaorchid.bsky.social down in the bed of the room. He took one look at her and shook his head in disapproval.

@randogthenum1.bsky.social “Randall, My boy. Can you come here for a second?”

“Someone asked me what I wanted for Christmas. . . You’re evil.”

Descole was looking around the manor, he gave a small nod of approval here and there as he admired how organized the place is. “Admirable work.” He dryly muttered. The tears from earlier had dried up. As he wandered around, he grabbed the photo from his pocket and sighs.

“Do not believe this. He has no proof that I did turn Scottish.”

“A few things that I have to do..” He had his arms crossed as he muttered a bit “Find Bronev.. Deal with .. Sycamore, Find out what’s wrong with my wife.. and then possibly having to get checked out..” He sighs a bit “But I suppose adventuring with the small lady can do for now”

“THE ANSWER IS STILL NO.”

@fallenmask.bsky.social “RANDALL! DID YOU SACRIFICE A CHILD TO BENDY?! I SAID NO TO THE ATTEMPTS OF SUMMONING HIM!”

“Amen.”

I'd like for everyone to know, that if a save place is needed, I will be offering everyone a place to stay. Folsense is a nice place to be at in this season.

“Everytime that I turn around there’s more work to do. Sharpened my sword, written down a few notes with so little information. I need to get more but I’ll have to get up close. I’ll see him again soon. He’s returned one but the other.” .. “It’s restless again.”

“The heist was surprisingly successful. I almost didn’t think we would get out of there alive.” He looked at his clothing and noticed a few cuts from the bullets “Ah right, I managed to regain some physicality during that time. It seems my energy is slowly recovering.” He sighs and went to rest

It’s been feeling rather cold lately. Summer isn’t usually meant to make you feel cold. He’s been out for quite a while. The last thing he remembers was preparing himself for what was to come next. But everything abruptly disconnected for him. He doesn’t know. The face was unnoticed.

I heard word that the sleeping guest has woken up and that a new member has entered the manor. I need to see myself in who they are.

Where did you get this photo?!

(He sighs while tapping his pen against the paper that laid flat on the desk. He grabbed a sticky note and wrote something down.) “Chances are they might have ghost detecting equipment if that bastard spoke by now. But maybe I can tamper with it.” (He sighs and crosses out a possibility)

Where are you getting these photos of us?

This can’t be, this can’t be. This can’t be.. THIS CAN’T BE! (He screamed as he knocked a few things off his desk)

Happy Pride Month Everyone. 🏳️‍🌈 I love you, my polycule. (This will be the only time you hear say this publicly.)

I completely forgot people were coming here. Okay that’s another thing to add to my checklist. I’ll have to keep some rooms locked unfortunately.

Okay. Someone tell me this is a nightmare and that he’s not actually back. I have enough stress on my plate.

(He sighs as he looked up at the ceiling) Bloody hell, I can’t sleep.

Did I.. Did I just go through the wall?

I found this paper on the floor earlier. I can’t decode at the moment as I have to prepare for something. I offer this puzzle for you to solve.

I can hear the children talking and I’m wondering what’s going on with them this time.

This crisis is enough to pay a therapist’s mortgage. .. No, I don’t go to therapy. My Polycule needs it more. Not me, I’m perfectly stable.

Do not ask for favors please. It’s pretty busy here.

Another within a few days that is a record. This is.. oh hello, gorgeous. You captured my essence perfectly here. A night time setting too? Hm! I am still charming as ever. ✨

Oh hello? Back to more drawings of me, I see. I did miss seeing such works. Keep up the good work.

Who sent me this?

Vrooooom 🚗

Je suis tellement fatiguée. Cette semaine a été un enfer. Je n'arrive pas à dormir, ça risque d'empirer.

Oh cry me a river. I can’t leave them alone for a second without them going at each others throats.

Why is a bunch of noise downstairs? Did any of you break something? 🤦

Get the bloody fucking HELL away from me. You good for nothing scum bag who ruined my whole life!

I woke up this morning and noticed tear marks on my cheeks. I don’t remember having a bad dream unless.. Oh, right..

The moment I look away. Everything is a bloody mess.

Hello Mr.Whistlehill, Nice of you to join us

I would like everyone to know that I’m still alive. I don’t know who’s been saying that I died. I am not. It takes a lot to kill me.

There you are.. I thought you’d be here