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[silvermists]

Behold, the long-haired hermit of the Castle has returned. Uncanny how good he is at avoiding people--it's almost as if he can make himself invisible or something! It's for the best, really, he doesn't have much to offer. Does he?

He isn't hiding tonight. There he is, wearing black pants, a reddish shirt and a nice robe, also red--his original clothing he tossed away into the clouds, but he does still seem to favor pretty, flowing things. He's not doing anything dastardly, he's not plotting evil and cackling, he's just... having dinner. And a drink.

More drink than dinner.

Much more. (Though that's probably not the only reason he looks rundown and ill.)

Hey, it's still calories. Good for your heart too, is it not?



((because I've really neglected the poor evil bastard, have you a genpost.))

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[silvermists]

"You heard me. Weren't you there one time?"

It was a blurry, hellish night, when he overestimated his strength and almost failed. He's not going to make that mistake twice. Better to reset the clock before he even becomes half that unhealthy.

[collectyourfriends]

"I...saw you...looking terrible."

They look at him carefully, in case they missed something, somehow. "You don't look like a ghost," they say, finger tapping on the glass.

[silvermists]

"I'm not dead now." he says, giving them a look that says so much, every single word of it 'idiot'.

Or could it be they don't really know?

"Everyone who dies here comes back. It undoes itself."

[collectyourfriends]

"...what."

Perfectly deadpan. He...can't be serious.

Though this castle doesn't seem to care about the concept of time or place...

Frisk takes a heavy swig.