//Gangster Event// Smoke curled from the barrel of gun, emerald eyes cold as ice as they watched the target fall from afar. It was not his gun, not his bullet. But the man's death was on his hands. Crimson Ace was the name the authorities had come to know as a series of +

"They are. Such finite beauty, that a man can witness, given the time, each of their demise." Isius murmured softly, appearing as human as his ivory appearance allowed as he spoke of the death of the stars they gazed up at.

Isius was frustrated. It happened from time to time, when he could no longer pretend to be emotionless. But sitting there punching a tree that didn't react or make a sound of impact was unsatisfying and the upset still had no where to go. Even when his hands ached.

//had to go and private this account so that I'd stop getting followed by weird rando women bots. Like seriously. So annoying! 😡🤬

He was lurking in a Cafe, watching the people as they came and went. No one seemed to be able to see him today and it left him to sit, pretending to hold a cold mug of coffee someone had left on the table.

Isius was not proud of himself. It had been so long since he'd been able to touch anything in so long that the moment he'd laid his hands on the pen and /felt/ it he'd been compelled to steal it. He'd stolen the pen and he was ashamed of himself.

//I'm hoping to stick around as long as I can for this. But here's my discord if you guys still wanna write together when everything here falls into the abyss...

It felt strange, finally returning to a world he only been able to watch but never interact with for millennia. But not as strange as the world would perceive him, walking alone in his ancient yet immaculate robes.