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Sara Hysaro
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11/12/2017
Yeah, I really like the second confession - very well done.

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Shadowcthuhlu
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11/13/2017
shylarah wrote:
an interesting batch. Abandoned sister, I feel you. Mr Snuffer, you are quite interesting.

And I know none of you.


Mrs. Snuffer actually. I now I should lurk longer on that, but after several hours of waiting, I still feel a great need to apologize for that format. I didn't fully realize my folly until you started posting the confessions. Or the typos that were left in.

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Frederick
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11/13/2017
I probably should have gotten more involved with the roleplaying community before I attempted this since I haven't the slightest clue who anyone is, but I must say, some of these are very inventive.
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Slyblue
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11/13/2017
Count me in among Mrs Snuffer's fans, and the "I really should get more involved in FL's roleplaying community" group, because I have no idea who wrote any of these, either. Kudos to their authors, though - they're really creative!

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Daytorah
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11/13/2017
Frederick wrote:
I'm not without doubt that I truly grasp the confession with the.. Um, snakes? Nor do I know if I want to understand it...


The most plausible scenario in my mind? Someone is defecating into Parabola by the way of mirrors. I shall be haunted by its imagery for a long period.

The snuffer confession is a fabulous complement to the confession from Bishop of the St Fiarce. Well done!

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Kukapetal
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11/13/2017
Daytorah wrote:


The most plausible scenario in my mind? Someone is defecating into Parabola by the way of mirrors. I shall be haunted by its imagery for a long period.


If you're right, then I have to admit this is the most creative confession I've ever seen :P
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Daytorah
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11/13/2017
shylarah wrote:
Yes, that's me. Right, shameful story time!





!!! The N-word !!!

You are free from shame, friend.

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Frederick
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11/13/2017
Daytorah wrote:
Frederick wrote:
I'm not without doubt that I truly grasp the confession with the.. Um, snakes? Nor do I know if I want to understand it...


The most plausible scenario in my mind? Someone is defecating into Parabola by the way of mirrors. I shall be haunted by its imagery for a long period.

The snuffer confession is a fabulous complement to the confession from Bishop of the St Fiarce. Well done!

...Oh sweet heavens. That's worse than I thought.
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Reused NPC
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11/13/2017
Time to launch into day 7 of confessions...

Today's long one, in plain, neat handwriting:
I am a friend and ally to a certain Valkyrie and her Ringbreakers. They are a charming and inspiring group of urchins, with their makeshift armor and virtuous hearts. The Valkyrie's brother served as her Shieldmaiden for a time, until he was taken into the Foreign Office by an insidious plot which almost snared the Valkyrie as well.
When my work in unrelated circles led me into the Foreign Office, the Valkyrie begged me to seek out her Shieldmaiden and bring news of him back to the Ringbreakers. I found nothing of the Shieldmaiden there. That she knows, and she mourns the loss. I do not know what exactly she thinks has happened to her brother. I do know that while her Shieldmaiden is gone, her brother is not. He has put aside the shield for the songbook, the tiled roofs of the Flit for the paneled halls of the Foreign Office. A promising new member of the Face, untroubled by his old life. I do not know what exactly he thinks has happened to his sister. Each does good work for London and its people. Each is happy with their place and their fellows. I still sometimes wonder if they might have been happier together.



Loopy and thin, in dark purple ink:
I do not mean anything I do. I am not strong. I am not fearless. I am afraid of what this place will make me. But would I rather be a soft rabbit, loved and fearful, or a hissing snake outcast from my peers? I cannot tell.



In neat, formal handwriting:
No matter how many times I look at that monster of an owl, which devours secrets and splits weasels in half, it never gets any less cute.



In a minute scrawl, and appearing to be written by a non-dominant hand:
I saw something peculiar shining out in the distance, zailing my way out to Grunting Fen with a group of fellow academics; as it drew closer it seemed to vanish somewhere beneath the waves. I gave the order to submerge the zub, hoping to uncover the mystery - this attracted its attention, and a wicked set of pincers sought to pull us towards it. Swift reflexes saw us through to safety, but I'll not forget how close we came to perishing.



Remarkably fluid, written with expertise, confidence, and vertical lines penned with soft, triangular pennant heads:
Every night, I find myself wishing I could go back to the day I met you, and walk away.



Thin and spiky, in a spidered scrawl:
I tried to help someone. Just a slip of poison over a drink. Everyone is gone now.



Finally, in delicate Italian... italics:
Five thousand years of family lore, for Stone and Salt and Storm; I followed the tradition gladly. But this next Alteration comes fuming-furious, on a wind unrecorded in my list of sixty-four directions - the unhappening whispers to me of strange new idols, wilder and more alluring. My right and duty, to bear witness: but my notebooks teem with lore that should not be.
I fear Avernus now. Not for the sunlight, but as traveller returning...

..."Avernus"? Have I heard that somewhere before?

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shylarah
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11/13/2017
...AHhaha, the owl. <3 I can't.

Is Ms Walk-Away
[spoiler]Mlle, Sly?[/spoiler]

This is a great set. I feel our poor poisoner. I suspect that's about a recent Family Matter.

Apologies, Cthulhu. **Mrs Snuffer. Poor dear.

Daytora, I am ashamed not of Neopets, but of the fact that I still have a character that was once a self-insert even if she isn't -- and that she shares my (online) name, since that's a huge red flag a lot of the time. ^.^;;

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-Dr. Maxwell Thomas, a kindhearted physician who can't stand to see suffering. Moral to a fault, even to his own detriment. Unlucky in love.
I would rather be taken for a fool than deny aid where it is needed.
-Angie, the Cheeky Sharpshooter. Got her start with the Regiment and proudly operated their cannon for years. Rowdy, rough, and among the best shots in London.
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Sara Hysaro
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11/14/2017
I really like the fifth confession of this batch - there's a lot of emotion to it. Quite like the second one, too.

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Shadowcthuhlu
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11/14/2017
Oh that owl. . .
I really liked the language on the last one of this batch nearly as much as I enjoy the live for Mrs. Snuffer

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Aberrant Eremite
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11/14/2017
That fifth one really is moving.

Hieronymus Drake once knew a woman who spoke like that. But she was never so concise.

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Telemachia Lee: Gentle lady by birth, brawling Docker by choice. Good company in the drunk tank.
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Aberrant Eremite
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11/14/2017
Actually, Hieronymous Drake also knows a lady capable of appreciating the adorability of the Bifurcated Owl: one Professor Logan.

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Tanith Wyrmwood: Longshanks cat-burglar; Bohemian author; now, perhaps, something more. Bubbly, expressive, and affectionate. It’s not only still waters that run deep.
Telemachia Lee: Gentle lady by birth, brawling Docker by choice. Good company in the drunk tank.
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Slyblue
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11/14/2017
The owl personally creeps me out, but I can't blame whoever confessed to liking them. Just...please, please don't crack the owl open. I'm begging you.

Reused NPC wrote:

Thin and spiky, in a spidered scrawl: I tried to help someone. Just a slip of poison over a drink. Everyone is gone now.
Do I spy a little Dubheasa? Poor thing. It wasn't your fault. Literally half of the people you knew slipped poison inside those tankards, too.

shylarah wrote:
...AHhaha, the owl. <3 I can't.

Is Ms Walk-Away
[spoiler]Mlle, Sly?[/spoiler]
Ding ding ding! She is!

Sara Hysaro wrote:
I really like the fifth confession of this batch - there's a lot of emotion to it. Quite like the second one, too.
Aww! I can't speak for the second one, but I hope you made its author as happy as you've made me Big Grin

Aberrant Eremite wrote:
That fifth one really is moving.

Hieronymus Drake once knew a woman who spoke like that. But she was never so concise.
Funny. Mademoiselle knew a man like Drake, once. Then she took a Correspondence scar to the chest.

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11/15/2017
Unfortunately, due to technical difficulties (read: p
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11/15/2017
AHEM. Can't edit posts on mobile. Anyways, due to technical issues (possibly hard drive failure), the publishing will have to go on hiatus for a duration. I can't make any guarantees as to when I'll be back.
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the Inquisitive Masseurse
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11/15/2017
In the interest of not being left out of the guessing game, i shall confess to having confessed. {primary character only}

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shylarah
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11/15/2017
OH no! I hope your computer gets better soon.

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Lady of Cold Steel, Lady of the Flit, Lady Alyssana Grey. A formidable woman, hard to read and slow to trust. Darkness lurks inside her.

Alts: (please direct all inquiries to Alys & say who they're for)
-Nikki, the Playful Daredevil, leading the constables on merry chases across London at every available opportunity. It's not a good robbery if you didn't get chased~
-Shylarah, waifish, wide-eyed, painfully foreign, entirely untamed. Her search for a way home now leads her to Parabola. There's something about her...
-Dr. Maxwell Thomas, a kindhearted physician who can't stand to see suffering. Moral to a fault, even to his own detriment. Unlucky in love.
I would rather be taken for a fool than deny aid where it is needed.
-Angie, the Cheeky Sharpshooter. Got her start with the Regiment and proudly operated their cannon for years. Rowdy, rough, and among the best shots in London.
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Kukapetal
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11/15/2017
aw, so sorry to hear about your computer troubles. Don't worry, we can be patient wink

In the meantime, "The Forgotten Saints" thread has also published some confessions for us to ponder while we wait for the next installment of this thread.

http://community.failbettergames.com/topic25343-the-forgotten-saints-confessions-at-hallowmas.aspx
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