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Hey guys I know I haven’t been around lately. Been mostly on my fanfiction writings lately and been posting there, but I’ll try my best to come back to roleplaying soon.

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"Kinda... can't talk about it." He mentions a 'zip' motion on their lips. "All I can say is that angels up here are in serious danger of ending up in the hospital." Jonathan vagued. He didn't want Phobane on their ass about blabbing to people about his duties and what it entailed, even if this guy IS a powerful angel. Jonathan toyed at their sleeves for a moment. "Good to meetcha, Angel O' Charity." He grinned teasingly.

"Hah... y'think so, though? Sometimes I got my Jon or my official title. "Starlight Doe". Eh... I'm not used to titles like that." He rubbed the back of their nape bashfully. "Have you... seen anything strange lately? Besides me?"

"I hoped it came across as a compliment. I would hate to have accidentally insulted you when that wasn't my intention." The Angel's hands come together as he speaks, "Oh? You're on a job? Well, if there's any way that I can help you, please let me know."

"I'm known as the Angel of Charity, though most just call me Charity. Easier to say than my real angelic name," A giggle, "That's a rather cute name. Jonathan... I don't think I've yet to come across someone with that name."

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"Couldn't you just believe it's magic like most kids?" Jonathan pouted lightly. It didn't make it any less true though. It did sound so farfetched, but, at the same time... arriving in her home did seem a little suspicious all of a sudden. Jeez, Bingo was a LOT easier to make believe it's magic then this kid. Jonathan stuffed their hands into their pockets shrugging.

"If I were to pull a magic rabbit out of thin air, would you believe me?" Why did Jonathan have anything to prove to this kid? He just arrived here? People were getting on edge from this realm of people landing in the hospital more and more lately. So; Jonathan being here didn't exactly make him look any less suspicious.

"Wait, so the glowy bits are your super powers? And instead of driving or walking someplace, you just poof into peoples houses?" Even though Jonathan had explained their abilities at length, the pup isn't entirely sure if she actually believes the odd looking stranger. "That sounds like a good story for a tv show, but I don't think things work that way for real life."

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This was a bit of an ordeal for the phoenix- traveling through time and space wasn't an easy task. But with the help of some powerful unicorns, she managed to find her target. The antlers made it easy She landed upon them like it were just a tree branch, dropping the letter to the person below. She took plenty of time to preen herself before she took off once more.

Now what's this that he spies? A letter falls down onto the head of Jonathan lingering atop a roof which is how he was so easily found. A ear flicks lightly to the wind. Warm air collided with their antlers and ears. "Don't mind if I do." He's... seen this seal somewhere. Wasn't it Canterlots? That pony universe he went to? He's seen Luna's seal, but not Celestia. The Canterlot mark made it evident. Slipping his finger along the edges opening the letter.

"Oooo.. A party, eh? Don't mind if I do. Gotta scope around some alien fashion shops later." He tucks the letter into their coat pocket and hummed in delight. "Can't wait. Although I don't know if I should pick up dress shoes. I'll be a animal, after all."

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Hi I know I’ve been essentially dead on here, but I’ll try to make way for replies tomorrow since I just don’t have any writing energy in me right now. ^^:

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“If Hell is evacuating… does this mean all rings or just Pride? Because Pride honestly sucks. As long as you’re leaving Sloth and Gluttony alone, I can buy it.” Cue Jonathan sipping on a honey flavored soda can.

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Love a self-inflicted time loop. The main character isn’t trapped.  They can stop whenever they want.  But how can they when things aren’t perfect yet?  They can do better than this.  They need to try again.  They can get it right this time.  They just need to try again.  They can stop anytime they want.  Just one more time.  They can fix this. They just need to try again.  There are still things to fix.  They just need to try again.

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"You're a rather curious creature... I don't think I've ever came across someone as uniquely strange as you are." @ofgain Charity

Well that's certainly one way to describe Jonathan, now wasn't it? Jonathan stuffed their hands into their pockets staring up at the angelic being. Their ears twitched lightly to the pressure in the air. Could it be from such a powerful Angel? Or maybe it's just the pressure here in Heaven. For all Jonathan knew, that was the case. Coming back in time before they all fell.. they looked so.. so much more different then how they were now. At least from how Jonathan has met only two of the sins back then.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment for sure." Jonathan laughed, subtly nervous. Jonathan didn't really have any business being here in Heaven, but he came all the same. "I'm Jonathan, I'm... someone on a job." Hoping that would suffice.

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Jonathan stared down from the balcony with their cigarette lit up between their digits, letting the smoke trail fall behind their shoulder. Jonathan has been having it harder as of lately and continuously wonders if this 'deal' of theirs is even worth it anymore. Fear. Fear of what he would say. What he would do. What if he is in a universe where he couldn't come back to? Or even thrive in? Abandoned somewhere like a dog.

Inhale of their lit butt, tasting the same tang citrus on their tongue letting another exhale follow suite. The warm feeling inside of their lungs and their throat making it all the more like he was alive. He should've kicked this habit a LONG time ago. Something he thought he gave up in high school.

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Jonathan is such a strange character when it comes to their visitations in Hell as they mostly frequent Gluttony and Sloth, MAYBE Lust as a means of their 'vacation' spots. Jonathan has been to Pride before, but only as far as their job goes to clean up time cracks and eldritch minions entering into the cracks of time when they shouldn't be. So; when Jonathan does go to Gluttony, he mostly spends their time doing what many do to go there for.

Partying, drinking, smoking, indulging on lots of food and such. Just all around letting loose and having a good time before Phobane snatches them up for another job to do and Jonathan takes their relaxation periods seriously, because he doesn't know when he's going to get another break. Even being as immortal as they are, they can still exhaust quite quickly.

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Well... it's nice that Jonathan was able to come back to their shitty apartment in the same timeline they always went to be able to relax for a little while without SOMETHING happening. Jonathan felt too tired to even really do anything too crazy. Something simple... something... familiar. Jonathan had tossed their coat to the side of the room allowing for their bleeding form to catch the room's air allowing for the natural healing process to begin.

Jonathan wanted food. Needed something to take their mind off of the recent cleansing of the realm he had just left. Their hourglass tilted upwards in the purple sand facing the top. Jonathan hated that sensation whenever he came back from a fight only to feel like their fucking spine twisted in a 90* angle allowing for the slow falling purple sands to reach the bottom of the blue colored piece.

"Fuck me, I'm beat." Jonathan complained sitting down onto the leather cushion couch leaning their head back. Jonathan felt as though that he should clean themselves up. They looked like a shitty mess with their wounds out in the open mixing with black colored blood from the underling cleanup along with shimmery purple blood of their own. A galactic combination if he ever saw it. Jonathan didn't even seem to be bothered by it. It's like this is a usual thing for them.

Jonathan thought about it for a moment... pasta. Jonathan's favorite. Can't go wrong with that, right? They knew how to make it so often that Jonathan didn't even really NEED a recipe book considering how often they made it in the past and for themselves now. Jonathan deciding to stop being a lazy ass gets up from their chair towards their kitchen to begin making their food. Usual ingredients and herbs. Wasn't hard at all. Jonathan would glance down at the boiling pot of water. Huh... Jonathan didn't even register the fact he's just conjuring up a thing of Spaghetti. Their mind must've wandered.

Basking in the scent of the flour and the pasta, it's really nice for once Jonathan could take care of themselves for a change. No Phobane. No job. They could come back to their reality and relax until Phobane decided to ask for MORE cleanups. Better enjoy their meal while they could. Jonathan would place down a glass bowl of their food and stared at it for a moment.

"Jonnnn! Could I have some moreeee!"

A faded voice... a memory that Jonathan remembered all too well. Even if he forgot her voice, he couldn't forget her face. Jonathan sighs and clumps a helping of their food into the bowl haphazardly.

"Sheesh, you're a hungry hippo aren'tcha?"

The memory of it all made the edges in Jonathan's exhausted face quirk into a satisfied grin, albeit a weak one. One that Jonathan would give to go back to. A smile on their face that Jonathan wishes he could stop masking in order to pretend everything's peachy. Thankfully the places they went to did bring out Jonathan's wanderlust and being able to see and do things that none could do before, but thoughts of the one question ached at the back of their mind:

"What did I do to give up THAT?"

The thought creased their brain. It doesn't help that Jonathan tended to do this to themselves. How Jonathan visited back to the timeline before Jonathan fell. Before he tried to end their own life. Jonathan did ANYTHING to see her happy and see her smiling. Even if he couldn't interact from close. Jonathan's fingers toyed at the edge of their fork, sighing softly. Jonathan didn't feel like wasting food. Especially when he took time out of their night to make it in the first place. Jonathan leaned in taking in a bite of the noodles slurping rather loudly onto it trying to drown out the silence.

"Missing something." Jonathan murmured between food pieces in their mouth. Jonathan glanced over to their fridge and puts down their bowl for a momentary moment to acquire the main ingredient. The best missing piece of all.

Jonathan props open the fridge and proceeds to pull out a small carton of shredded mozzarella cheese that you'd find in a store. "Perfect." Jonathan isn't sure who he's talking to, but it beats being alone in their thoughts. Cracking open the top, Jonathan absolutely decimates their spaghetti with the cheese letting the folded shredded cheese cake the top of the bowl like a masterpiece. Jonathan laughed to themselves.

"Masterpiece. Just how you like it, Lisa." Jonathan remembered memories of their nights alone before a school night where they'd absolutely go ham with the cheese and let it melt into the noodles. Jonathan usually added a varying different sauces and herbs to make it different a few times here and there, but all in all... the memories were the same.

"Bon appetite, Lisa. Tu me manques putain."

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"Jonathan, dear. Do humor me a question if you will." Phobane's tone indicated that he's in a relatively inquisitive mood to learn even more about Jonathan as of recently since Jonathan's accomplishment over the cleansing of Hell. Jonathan had been begging Phobane to let them stay more and more in this realm. Phobane has been overseeing this realm ever since it's creation millions of years ago. Phobane is... old. He had to be since he's been around since the creation of dawn. A protector of the timelines. If there were none to protect, then he wouldn't call himself a god, now would he?

"I've noticed as of lately you've been quite keen to return to that horrid realm for some reason. Ech. Such a place of misery, ruin and death. I had sent you there only to be done with it. Yet; you keep going back to it every chance you get. It's... intriguing to me, my doe."

That nickname sent a shiver down Jonathan's spine that made them vastly uncomfortable. Jonathan liked it when other people called them that. But not him. It held a deeper root than one might think. "Why do you keep going back? Are you aching for a painful end? Is that what you desire?"

Phobane's tone held a disinterest in that notion. Phobane wouldn't let go of Jonathan so easily if this were the case. Phobane knows Jonathan could handle themselves. He had specifically sent him to other realms to learn how to fight before he ever sent Jonathan on a mission when he first started being Starlight Doe.

"...No, Phobane. It's not that." Their answered a little miffed at the suggestion that Jonathan is going to Hell to kill themselves. Again. Jonathan's body arched up against the rocks watching the river flow east. They had a little moment to themselves. Although Jonathan had wished he could enjoy their drink in peace.

"It's... complicated." He answered.

"Do tell, then." It wasn't like Phobane is going to let this go, is he?

"The reason I go at all is because I feel like I belong there." Jonathan hoped that their real answer could have Phobane leave them alone about it. Jonathan's reasoning for going is quite frankly something he liked to keep to themselves. The less Phobane interfered with Hell, the better. The answer amused Phobane enough with a laugh of his own.

"You go because you belong there? I find that answer troublesome, friend. You DO realize that realm is specifically meant for eternal suffering and torment. There is no end game to Hell, Jonathan. It's a constant fluxuation of pain and squalor. Only the powerful ever see it's 'fruits'. To which, you are not one of those. You cannot belong in a realm that is not made for you. Have a little self-decency."

Jonathan's knuckles tighten at Phobane's 'lecture' at their reason. Why did Phobane care at all? A part of Jonathan knew why, but the reason felt sick to their stomach. Jonathan is Phobane's little helper for a reason.

"I don't care, Phobane. It's somewhere I like going." Jonathan didn't want to argue any more about this. Jonathan would keep going back, whether Phobane liked it or not. "I know I belong there. I've even made a few friends there."

"Friends who will forget about you. Remember this, Jonathan. You do not belong there as much as you like to think you do. I will not let you get yourself killed much less piss off someone who will easily end you. I do not feel like interfering because of your stupidity, Jonathan." Finally, Phobane lets it go watching the trees sway and the river flow leaving Jonathan to stupor in their thoughts.

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Thinking about it now, Jonathan doesn't really HAVE a set religion they believe in or rather didn't believe in anything before becoming the 'Starlight Doe'. Jonathan just believed in trying to make it out on the other side and didn't really think ahead for the future which is why he was so set on going to college to get their associates in SOMETHING so that they COULD find something they could enjoy doing.

Jonathan might've asked someone out there for some sort of help, but all in all, he wasn't overly religious nor did he actively partake in it. Now though? He believes in a LOT more out there than he previously did. Gods, monsters, eldritch horrors, supernatural entities, all the nine yards. At this point nothing really does surprise them anymore.