* '''[[Lunata Croze]]:''' "She's a nice girl... she's really sensitive. She's not afraid of me like the others, I don't think. I'm... I'm kind of glad."
* '''[[Lunata Croze]]:''' "She's a nice girl... she's really sensitive. She's not afraid of me like the others, I don't think. I'm... I'm kind of glad."
* '''[[Matilda Whitehead]]:''' "I think she's one of the smarter people out there. I like that she talks to me. She's good with her ARM and she's nice to have a conversation with."
* '''[[Matilda Whitehead]]:''' "I think she's one of the smarter people out there. I like that she talks to me. She's good with her ARM and she's nice to have a conversation with."
* '''[[Loren Voss|Thomas]]:''' "This guy's a bit of a mystery... but he helped me when I needed it. But how much did he figure out...? Not much, right...? He's just a student...."
* '''[[Rose]]:''' "I really like her! She seems like she's smart and a bit of a go-getter. That's kind of cool. Plus she doesn't hate me for what I am."
* '''[[Rose]]:''' "I really like her! She seems like she's smart and a bit of a go-getter. That's kind of cool. Plus she doesn't hate me for what I am."
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* '''[[Ethius Hesiod]]:''' "It's OK if Mr. Ethius hates me. I un̕d̻͚̮̝e̩͔rsta͝n̰d his feel͓͠i͉͝ng̖̠͖̜͓̠̀s. Yes, I understand his ͎̬̦͓́h̨̳̹̫̩̬a̭te. I even understand why he tried to murder me. I would try to murder me too. So you see, I can't be ma̜͈d͍̪ͅͅ ̧a̖̣t him. Not at all. No no no. No no no no no no no no no. Ahahahahahahaha. He's a good man. A nice man. A very nic̤̀e̥͉̺ ̼̭̱̙͘m̛a̺̰͙̟̜̠n. Yep yep yep. Ahaha. Ha. Ha."
* '''[[Ethius Hesiod]]:''' "It's OK if Mr. Ethius hates me. I un̕d̻͚̮̝e̩͔rsta͝n̰d his feel͓͠i͉͝ng̖̠͖̜͓̠̀s. Yes, I understand his ͎̬̦͓́h̨̳̹̫̩̬a̭te. I even understand why he tried to murder me. I would try to murder me too. So you see, I can't be ma̜͈d͍̪ͅͅ ̧a̖̣t him. Not at all. No no no. No no no no no no no no no. Ahahahahahahaha. He's a good man. A nice man. A very nic̤̀e̥͉̺ ̼̭̱̙͘m̛a̺̰͙̟̜̠n. Yep yep yep. Ahaha. Ha. Ha."
* '''[[Fenrir]]:''' "Oh, please. Glare away. I don't mind. Ha ha̙̞. ͏̭̬̙͈̝H̹̟̪̭́a̬.̦́ ͇H̪̭̤a̮͖̲̪̻̼ ̢̬h̦á͉ ͇h̳̦͓̰͡ḁ̺̫̦̝̻͝h͇̜́́͡a̷̠̰͔̠̠̻͙̣͞h̗̣̤͉̯̻͝͠á͔̬̱̟͕͖̩͇͉͞h҉̙̤̣̲͍͔a̩̹̗̰̣͢h̝a̞͝͡h̶̶̻̱̗̫̯̭͕̤͘a̧̰̺͜"
* '''[[Fenrir]]:''' "Oh, please. Glare away. I don't mind. Ha ha̙̞. ͏̭̬̙͈̝H̹̟̪̭́a̬.̦́ ͇H̪̭̤a̮͖̲̪̻̼ ̢̬h̦á͉ ͇h̳̦͓̰͡ḁ̺̫̦̝̻͝h͇̜́́͡a̷̠̰͔̠̠̻͙̣͞h̗̣̤͉̯̻͝͠á͔̬̱̟͕͖̩͇͉͞h҉̙̤̣̲͍͔a̩̹̗̰̣͢h̝a̞͝͡h̶̶̻̱̗̫̯̭͕̤͘a̧̰̺͜"
On her face, Neriah Parringer is a simple excavator, a freelancer who wanders parts of Ignas in search of adventure parties to accompany on their delves into old ruins and caverns, putting her skills to work in search of answers. If only things were that simple in the private confines of her heart, where endless questions have lived since childhood. She could define herself by her job, but beyond it, Neriah seeks answers to more fundamental questions of the self - who she is, why she's here, and why the world has conspired to make her what she is. While she's quiet, withdrawn and a little salty, prone to opening up to her friends and acquaintances with a little time but keeping part of herself forever guarded, what's clear enough is that she rarely seems to find satisfaction - as if something is always just outside her grasp.
Marilyn: Neriah's trusty pistol, a glossy-looking pistol with a curious firing mechanism. Rather than a conventional hammer, there's a steam-powered firing coil buried inside, and it fires the bullets at a significantly higher penetrating power than a conventional revolver could, venting steam out the 'nostrils' behind the magazine in the process.
Trusty Shovel: It's a simple excavator's spade. With this, she can dig into the turf, or into piles of rocks, or even use it to pry open doors or smash locks. It's a big help to the team, too - when Neriah digs in, it gives the entire team a helping hand by opening up handholds or giving them something to use for leverage.
Magic: Neriah seems capable of channeling some form of dark magic. The spells may manifest as immensely powerful blasts of dark energy with an intensely unnerving spiritual aura, or as eldritch spheres with similar properties, among other manifestations. Whatever it is, the magic not only seems to manifest through her right hand, it also seems to cause her intense levels of pain, verging on the near-fatal.
close you̧̮̳͓r̴̬̟ ͖̩̥̠̯͔̦́h́a̙n̘̮͈d in mine and tẹ̡̺̖̰l͙͙̥̬l me it's ok
Cyre H. Lorentz: "I think he finds my legs attractive. I'm... I'm not used to that. Usually men are scared of me, just like women. It's kind of a nice feeling."
Layna Manydays: "Where's she from? She seems like she's from a time long past... but I'm glad she stood up for me. It's nice."
Lunata Croze: "She's a nice girl... she's really sensitive. She's not afraid of me like the others, I don't think. I'm... I'm kind of glad."
Matilda Whitehead: "I think she's one of the smarter people out there. I like that she talks to me. She's good with her ARM and she's nice to have a conversation with."
Rose: "I really like her! She seems like she's smart and a bit of a go-getter. That's kind of cool. Plus she doesn't hate me for what I am."
whisper something to me, all it is is a qu̥̟̦e̷s̠͎̮tion
K.K.: "They said the Knight was some kind of monster. I don't want to judge them based on that, though... people say I'm a monster, too. I don't think K.K. is really so evil. They're imposing, but... but they know things. Why do I want to know more about them...? Who are they? How deep should I go before I'll know the real K.K....?"
Seraph Ragnell: "Oh man, so is she really the dead? That's awesome! She's my new pal, the dead! I wish I could ask the dead more questions, though. Like why she seems to see through me as easily as I can see through her."
Yarobeleedt: "I'm sorry I scared him. I always scare people. I hate it. I wish I didn't have to."
something hurts, i wa̝n̝̳̱̪̲t it n̗o͚t to
Ethius Hesiod: "It's OK if Mr. Ethius hates me. I un̕d̻͚̮̝e̩͔rsta͝n̰d his feel͓͠i͉͝ng̖̠͖̜͓̠̀s. Yes, I understand his ͎̬̦͓́h̨̳̹̫̩̬a̭te. I even understand why he tried to murder me. I would try to murder me too. So you see, I can't be ma̜͈d͍̪ͅͅ ̧a̖̣t him. Not at all. No no no. No no no no no no no no no. Ahahahahahahaha. He's a good man. A nice man. A very nic̤̀e̥͉̺ ̼̭̱̙͘m̛a̺̰͙̟̜̠n. Yep yep yep. Ahaha. Ha. Ha."
Fenrir: "Oh, please. Glare away. I don't mind. Ha ha̙̞. ͏̭̬̙͈̝H̹̟̪̭́a̬.̦́ ͇H̪̭̤a̮͖̲̪̻̼ ̢̬h̦á͉ ͇h̳̦͓̰͡ḁ̺̫̦̝̻͝h͇̜́́͡a̷̠̰͔̠̠̻͙̣͞h̗̣̤͉̯̻͝͠á͔̬̱̟͕͖̩͇͉͞h҉̙̤̣̲͍͔a̩̹̗̰̣͢h̝a̞͝͡h̶̶̻̱̗̫̯̭͕̤͘a̧̰̺͜"
Thomas the Medical Student: "i͈̭͢t̯͢ͅ'̷͖̝s ̤͙̹̠̻̹̠͝o̼̙͚̪k ͈̥̼̼̤̬ͅi͠f̵͙̣͇̳̮͈ ͎̻̼͇̯̞̦͘y͎̥̭͍͔̺̩͝o̶u̳ ̘̙ͅh̢̬̘̬̪͖̫a͖̯ț̵̱͚̲̘̰è̲̲͓̗̜͔̭ ̫͕͉̼m̶e̗̣̠̙͕.̱̬̻̦̱͚͜ ̨̮i̞̩̪͕ ̜̘̣̣͔͇̦͜h̞̬̳a̩̥t͔͈̻͍͎e̳̦͔͉͇ ̸͈͍̥͍̯̙m̸̮e̻̮̪̙̙̥̪ ̢̳̤͈t̮̦͎̣̖oo̟̦͎͓͖͉.̱̙̙̬̙ i̢̛̗͕̝̮̰d̸̷̗̖̗͙ͅi̶̢̧̩͓͇͉o͔͙̕ͅt̸̠̞͘.̖̯̥ ̢̠̼͕̘͝͝i̙̜̼͓͓̭̦̖͇͞d̺̯̳̜̲͉͔̼í̮̹̮͙͙o͙̥̕t͏̴͏͔̫͔̦͎͍̟͈ ̮̗̘͘i̷̱̰̲d͚͎̱́͘i̭̠͡͡ò͇̼̤ͅͅt̟͔͎̣̗̟͉.̵̱̭͠ i̡҉̙̪̬͍͉̟͇͙̩͖͓̞̙̪͟͜d̸̦̠̻͓̭̯̙̰̻̤̲̣̩͘͝͠͠ͅi̵̺̼̯̗̬̭̟̼̦͓̩̻̘̮̹͡͞ͅo̵̧͙̣̲̜͜t̸̵̸̥̺̞͍̬̖͈̳̯͙̣̻̻͜͞ͅ ̢͓̙̱̝̩͙̭͎̮̙̩͖̟͈͢i̧̛̝̥̮͉̩̱̳̪̪̼͙̝͎̘̤ͅd̯̼̥̕͡i҉̢̲̩͎̤̖̲̜̕͜͝ó̡̡̪̗̬̰̜̣t̵͍̥̦̠͎̼̰͎͙̠̮͍͉̩͖̝͜͟ͅ ͏̭̺̠̠̬̟̣̱̻͚̫̣͙̝̥̹̥̖͡͠ͅì҉̷͖͕̣͉̭̤̻̟̦̻͖̻̻d̴̴͎̰͙͚̰̬̟͙̮́̕í̸̡̜̗̰̳̱o͍̙̻̥͕̲͓̜͘͡ͅt҉̶̫͚̤̯͎̤̰̟͙̯̫͖̬̳͔̱̖́͡ ̸̡̗͖̰͍̩͕̮͢i҉̡̨̛̬̼͎̞̗͓̖̺̱̦̼͍̪͇ḑ̛͏̷͍͎̣ͅi̶̢͉͉̭̘̱̦̙͓̰̥͖̟͙̠̫̟̕͟ǫ̶̵̡͇̬̞͕̗̟͈̕ṱ̴̠̳̱̥͖̠̮̗̻̱̣̰̗̫̠͠͡͝ ̸̵̣͈͇̻̹̤͍͓͡͝i̛̭̗͔͇̗̫̖̦̱̪̫̯̟̺̩̼͇̰͝d̛͚̟̩̟̠̼͈̳̤͕̠̪̟́ͅì̶͡҉̡̩̱̞͔ơ̴̭̻̹̺̰͈͙̞͉̲͔̹̘̙̰̜̱ͅt̷̴̛̻̮̱̪̣̠͔͍"