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voicemail.
[If there is no active post or you need to contact Inias, leave him a message.
He has no idea how to set up a private custom message, so you're just gonna have to deal.]
He has no idea how to set up a private custom message, so you're just gonna have to deal.]
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All angels are claustrophobic. Being locked away is, indeed, the worst feeling in the world.
Still, seeing the wastelands of Heaven, and hundreds of his siblings slaughtered -- being responsible for that is something Inias is never going to forget or forgive himself for. But arguing with someone who has every right to be angry is pointless and so Inias returns his attention to the blade of grass.]
I am sorry, that was insensitive.
[Murmured.]
Burden of guilt is not a contest. I should not make it one.
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Both situations are-- [ he chooses his words carefully, hesitating a moment. ] - not what any of us would have chosen, had we been given such a choice.
[ He's not about to get into a dick measuring contest here over whose life sucks more, don't worry. ]
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[He draws in a slight breath, letting it out briefly before electing to drop the subject. Instead, Inias focuses on why he is here, and glances toward the plants.]
We should erect a fence.
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[ There's a start to a sad pile of rocks on one side of the house and on the other is scrap that he's collected. He understands how to fashion a fence it's just different building one. ]
I am more concerned with warding the area appropriately.
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[Inias stretches his wings out a little bit, feathers rustling.]
What do you need?
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Anything that can be utilized to build a fence. Wood or metal seem easiest to obtain.
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[HE CAN FETCH THE THING]