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(Yes that small cloth corner is his bed)

Tradlem has ran back and rushed into his room, quickly shutting the door, and burning his face in his “bed.”

For those outside, you can barely hear him say “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT-“ before it devolves into groaning and the occasional comment on trying to get his tail to stop moving.

(His door is locked, and this is in the archivist’s house on the surface.)

Triridium has set up a small alcove, and decorated it fully.

It’s very dark, yes his “whiskers” and eyes seem to have a light glow.

9 days.

*triridium, while floating, has just bludgeoned a stilken and buried them under the bells, watching as they call out, laughing to himself*

YOU KNOW NO ONE’S COMING, FOOL!

(Reddit this is a roleplay.)

Having lost his satchel at scorpodors, and therefore a lot of his tools, Tradlem (while blind) continues to make his tools again.

He got his tail back when healed from the archivist however. Said tail more accurately portrays his emotions, which he has not taken notice of. He seems okay, but his tail sways as if stressed.

(I apologize for how shitty it looks, the way Reddit saved the background images paired with sizes made it SUPER shitty)

*tradlem’s corpse has been teleported infront of the archivist’s doorstep.*

*a stinger wound in the back eyes removed, and bleeding out a spot in the skull.*

(Yes, i know the building is big, but so is Voidulus. He built it himself.)

voidulus has finally finished up his own quarters, now finishing up the interiors.
He hasn’t taken a break yet. His eyes separately glance around almost constantly.

(Yes the house is meant for two people.)

*the only noise the slugcat makes before death is a strangled scream that dies out instantly.*

*… now it’s only when you’re close, but you can hear as someone surgically works on the slugcat.*

*one of voidulus’s arms bashes out of the container, having fully formed.*

*he steps out glancing around and testing his new power.*

… hello fear, I’m sorry for scaring you.

… and Claire.

**What are you doing here?**

*all who can sense soul feel a flare from below for a brief moment, before it stops.*

(This is voidulus’s ACTUAL body. It has been in the abyss for a bit now.)

(It’s glowing with soul because he went hunting the wildlife in kingdom’s edge for about 8 hours a couple IC days ago (or yesterday ooc). And then also a few stray creatures in the abyss.)

*voidulus’s real body stands at the edge of a void lake, pulling mass into himself. He doesn’t grow, it seems to be… condensing.*

*any who can sense or control that of soul feel a strange sense from voidulus. Both a strong source of soul, yet… not one you can control or manipulate.*

*amedee has fled the monarch and well… everyone, due to their own worries and anxieties, and especially after one comment from the monarch, even if not towards them specifically.*

“I’m… amedee, right? I’m… i have to be… my… m-myself… right?”

W… wh-why… would… f-father… say that?

Why can’t… i bring myself… to believe him?

… I’m…

I’m the problem… aren’t i…?

(This is voidulus, just using a thin soul copy to roam. Hurting this will not do much to voidulus himself, though it cannot hurt you.)
(Yes meep if you’re about to scream at me you CAN hurt it.)