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August 28, XXXX,
"I have arrived recently from my long term investigation out of the Order. Oddly, everywhere I've been I only see the same redundant events which can be summarize to five simple words."
"Bloodshed."
"Carnage."
"Death."
"Despair."
"Akuma."
*he looks up from his desk as he hears someone calling his attention. scowling deeply, he writes one last sentence before he leaves once again; which ended up being crossed out.*
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((ooc: FFFFF FAIL JOURNAL THERE, I just have less time RPing so just gonna update <333 >u< and Deakyface/Deakuru is just jealous for not being part human *SHOT* ))
Devious Comments
((At least you know your duties ;A; ))
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"Alchemists of Time have plenty of those to dispose of ~~ ♥ "
"While the disadvantage of Light it's its blinding bright, the cons of Darkness is that it hides everything from you ♥ "
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"My heart trembles with joy that I can offer myself to God."
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"My heart trembles with joy that I can offer myself to God."
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A Bookman has no heart, emotions or friends.
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A Bookman has no heart, emotions or friends.
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"My heart trembles with joy that I can offer myself to God."
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