#tessitore

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“This old place? Guess I won’t sugarcoat it and say it ain’t the most friendly, but I’m perfectly fine!”

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         sent at 9:51pm

Ivan woke up in a blank canvas.“what...”He looked around, his vision still blurry not taking in the actual situation.Blinking a few times trying to get himself in a more coherent state.The guardian tried to move his arms but a sharp sting stopped him, he looked over to see his arms rammed through with spikes.Pinning him to an X with his feet dangling.He couldn’t tell if he was just numb at this point from being like this for who knows how long.“where...”“you’re awake..”Jury?He looked up and saw the small guardian in green.“how...”“I tracked you to this pocket dimension, idiot.”And with a snap of miss jury’s hand the cross vanished along with the pain.He fell to his knees and hands trying to register the pain that was once there.“Now that you’re free I need you to do me a favor..Follow me through this door.”Ivan knew something was off, this wasn’t right.After looking at miss jury for a solid minute through the silence he figured out what was going on.“I’m sorry but I don’t think I can do that.”“and why not?”“Because the real Miss Jury smokes a pipe, you fraud.”Then the form shifted from the small guardian, flickering to a void black ghost.“Very perceptive aren’t you?”The memory starts to fade and flicker out.The echoing of a laugh at the end...

“We could hyphenate? That would probably be easier than being confused whenever someone calls out ‘Clover’! Although my name would sound even more pretentious than it does already...”