>>18361316"Is that so? Does this explain the beads then?"
"Somewhat. You see, when everybody wakes up tomorrow, they'll have to forgive and forget everything they did the previous night by heading to church and repenting their sins to the llama in the sky. They have a statue set up for it, sometimes it pisses blood."
"So, how exactly does this tie you in with your title as Sacrosanct?"
Voidore pauses in painting his masterpiece. He inadvertently takes a little nibble of the syrup drizzling down his tail, "It's a long story, I should admit. But I will tell you this: I'm a philosopher of sorts, an alchemist of pacifism, a warlock that watches over those that pain. I kind of kept my side of town in check, but not with violence, but with what I draw. With what I paint. Scribble. Sketch. I do lots of things. I earn that title by word of mouth, and it just stuck."
"With what you draw? What do you draw? Do you stick to a particular genre, or do you tend to fluctuate?"
Voidore draws what appears to resemble a small pink blobbish thing, which is to say it doesn't resemble much of anything at all, "You could say that I fluctuate. But truly, I only paint what's on my mind, I can't do anything other than that. It's a surreal feeling, but it keeps my powers limited."
A) "Would you call yourself a hippie?"
B) "Is there a reason why a Poke Doll is mixed in with that pile of beads?"
C) "It sounds to me like you're describing a typical neighborhood watch squadron, don't you agree?"
D) "If you only paint what's on your mind, then why do people pay you to paint what they want?"