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"Happy birthday, er, me." the ravenet handed a small collection of books -- some tomes, some tactics, some history, and the like -- wrapped carefully in some string to the identical mage.


"A gift…?" Soren blinked, but accepted the package. He could already tell from the weight and shape that it was books of some sort, but it still felt strange to get a present on his birthday. He was touched, albeit surprised… but did it really count if it came from ‘himself’?

"Thank you… Me." His fingers tentatively tugged at the sting, as if the package would disappear if he handled it the wrong way.  Then his face lit up when he saw the titles that tumbled into his lap, and he offered the twin one of his rare, but genuine, smiles.

"Thank you. These should keep me occupied for awhile."

Soren simply observed the other as he took the gift into his hands. It was odd, now that he thought about it: to be watching himself. Especially now, on the other’s birthday. A part of him wondered why they didn’t share the same birthday, but then, they were from alternate universes. 

Seeing the other glance upwards towards him and flash a smile, Soren was taken aback. He was often made aware by Ike and sometimes others that his smiles were rare, so honestly, he didn’t expect to receive one. And, as though he was a mirror reflection, he found himself smiling back.

"… You’re welcome."

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WHAT THE HELL DID I TAKE!? || TheMiseryOfSilence


So far it just seemed like this kid was all bark and no bite with all the threats that were being thrown his way, it had been a long time since that had last happened it was actually quite interesting to Kenny and somehow refreshing..? Perhaps it was all those times spent worry about zombies talking, or the fact that he had finally gone insane yet there was still a gun in his hands so that meant that he probably wasn’t.

"Keep throwing threats around, just see where that gets you I have no intention of staying here anyways. I have to find the group I was with earlier, if they’r even here in the first place- " Out of the corner of Kennys good eye he saw something shift, something that looked like a walker so Kenny had instantly fired a bullet at it from his gun upon reaction. Through what he had shot at just turned out to be an animal, damn wasted a good bullet on being jumpy.


As the mage opened his mouth, preparing to retort, only to immediately freeze as Kenny pulled out his gun and fired it. That noise, unfamiliar to Soren’s ears, rung through the air, causing him to block his hearing. What in the name of the Goddess was that metal contraption in the other’s hand? Whatever it was, he certainly didn’t want to fall victim to it, as the animal that landed on its side with a thump had.

Opening up his tome, he began to mutter the incantation of Wind, before the green crystalline blades shot through the air, seeking out the gun in Kenny’s hand and ripping it from him, releasing another bullet into the air as it tumbled on the ground.

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"Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone."

"Um, well… R-remember how a while back, um… Er, maybe I should just… Um…"

Sami twiddled her fingers nervously before reaching into her dress pocket and removing the small box, handing it to him.

"H-here. Th-this is… Um… Soren?"

She fidgeted, taking the box back and opening it, forcing it back into his hands. In the moonlight, a small silver band embedded with a tiny pink heart shaped-gem could be seen.

"I-I know, I know, it’s feminine and all, b-but if you’d rather h-have the black one, um, I-I was going to wear that. B-because, you know, I’m always wearing pink and you’re always wearing black, and, uh… Okay. Um, s-sorry. I got off track. Oh, Gods, it wasn’t s-supposed to be this hard…"

He had to admit, this situation was a little confusing. Though, when Sami revealed the small box, it all immediately became clear. Of course, he realised that the ring was rather feminine for him, but… in actuality, he didn’t really mind that much. After all, Sami had worked up the courage, and the money, to buy the rings and bring him here and attempt to ask him this huge question that would change both of their lives.

So, as she spoke, Soren removed the ring from the box, and placed it in her hands.


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—Soren, on discovering the identities of his parents. Probably.
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"… Soren, I know the subscribers wanted us to do this, b-but can you please take off your mask? J-just because I know th-this is going to be r-really scary…”

Sami continued to check each camera with increasing swiftness, almost falling into a panic as the call ended. She flicked back to the backstage only to find Bonnie gone.


"S-Soren. Please.”

He wasn’t about to admit, panic was beginning to set in when he noticed that Bonnie was gone.

"Please find that rabbit."

I don’t have low self-esteem. I have low esteem for everyone else.
—Soren. (via incorrectfequotes)
The Two Brandeds



"I remember it was put into a couple series. It was around ten books if I am remembering correctly." She sighed scratching her cheek. She then bowed to him. "I apologize if this annoys you."

"There’s no need to apologise. If we search through the books that fit that description, then perhaps something will jog your memory." His gaze moved from the other to the vast amount of bookshelves, scanning over the spines of the tomes as he walked past. He walked slowly for some time, occasionally checking that Pandora was following, until they reached a section of the library of which Begnion’s history was detailed in ink.

"Let me know if you remember the title."