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worldexecute) wrote2023-08-13 10:13 pm
worldexecute) wrote2023-08-13 10:13 pm( inbox )
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worldexecute) wrote2023-08-13 10:13 pm
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A donkey. Horses are far more magnificent, as I have said.
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( THIS IS A HORSE. )
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Nay, thou'rt incorrect, but I shall forgive thee for thou hath never seen either in person. Donkeys and horses are similar in the face, verily so, but there are key differences! For one, a horse is a noble beast who's only burden to bear is the valiant rider upon his back! For an ass, however, they must trudge along with luggage and other such sorts of things. One would rather be called long-faced than an ass as well, no? But there are positives to each that mark them differently as well! Horses are known for their shy temperament and fragile health, while if thou'rt strong as an ass then thou hath been called stalwart and unflappable! I do hope thee understand now.
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Don Quixote. Do you, in some fashion, ride this thing in the water to keep yourself afloat, or do you rest something on it to help keep yourself from sinking?
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[ hold on she's thinking if the logistics. ]
Would thee call positioning myself in the hole riding, or resting upon it?
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If it didn't have a hole, your ass would be square on its back. So riding.
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[ she is not admitting she's wrong. she'll die on this hill. ]
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( wings-- )
Send me that picture. I'm outsourcing opinions now.
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Very well! But the only ass that shall be seen here is thine!
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Ten?
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[ ...............
sorry she's staring at her cake trying to think how much she can say. no, it's fine. okay. ]
They are the one who is responsible for us, from morning 'til we are at last dismissed for the night. While they do not recall who they had been before -- the removal of their head thus ensured that -- they are one of my favorite fellows! Ah, they do not fight like the rest of us however, so they linger in the back as we protect them. Manager Esquire allows me to decorate their notes as I please, and listens to me when I talk of things that I like; I am certain it is to learn more about the world they have lost the memory of, but I am glad to have an audience nonetheless! There are very few others who will encourage it as they do.
[ munch... she misses dante. where is her clockhead. ]
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[ via some telepathy type shit. it's fine. she wouldn't be bothered by a voice in her mind. ]
... What is thine opinion on such augmentations, Angela? Judge not by necessity, but simply by thy feelings about it.
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( how could she? but she isn't getting into that.
....hmm. )
As they're part of your number, do you suppose there's something in one of the old branches of L Corp that resonates with them, as it does the rest of you keys?
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Perhaps. That is what is common among our lot at the moment, or so it was noted by a companion of mine. Um, they do not often discuss how they feel when we enter such a place, but they do seem a little off-balance at times. It may be that our connection affects them.
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angela sips her tea. she thinks binah's would've tasted much better. )
Nine.
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[ which... is a little sad, isn't it? but don doesn't sound sorrowed at all, because it's just a fact. most cut her off somehow, so actually being able to talk about it whether they're an enthused fan like herself or not wins points in her book. ]
Her weapon is that of an axe, which she has used to split many a foe twain, and she is most wonderful to hug, though I do not like that she often teases about my height and age! I am not a child, thou must understand, nor am I particularly short! I do not hold it against her though, for she is alike to the trees in the park with their strong, sturdy trunks and ever-reaching branches that grace the sunny paths with welcomed shade, easing the heat of summer off one's back and offering a spot of comfort when rain drips from the clouded skies... I think she is rather like an older sister, one who adores the finer things in life where she had none in her youth, who is quite the gambler and a wonderful player to boot, and who, beneath her warm exterior, hides a heart coveted by winter's embrace, which one may seek to shatter through to uncover the treasure that lies within.
[ ... munches on cake. ]
I think of the Librarians I have met, she and Sir Roland are rather similar. The two of thee would get along.
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( wow? )
I suppose I can relate, though I wouldn't call myself fond of my coworkers either. ( sips her tea again. ) One.
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[ point. that one. ]
Yi Sang, whom I have spoken somewhat to thee already, was the first of us who was signed on! He is a quiet ser, but talkative once thou hath found that which interests him; he is a good listener and a finer pillow. Yi Sang is a genius much like Mistress Faust, though more in the, ehm... It is by his invention that we are able to become others of ourselves, as thou hath experienced. He is one of nine idealists who made up the...
[ hold on. she's gonna get this pronunciation right. ]
League of Nine Littérateurs. They were his colleagues and more than that his friends, with whom he had come from another District in search of better resources for their inventions and research. This was prior to his involvement with our Company, of course, so I shan't say more than that! He has begun smiling more as of late, and is far more eager to involve himself with the merriment of others -- it is nice, and a show that he is slowly letting go of that which ails him.
[ ... of accepting them as his friends, too, and don's smile is fonder. ]
He is a good friend to me, and oft acts as mine advisor when I am playing chess and the like against Young Sinclair. If he were to appear, our arms would welcome him into our home -- even if it should mean one of us would share a bed, or that we must move to someplace a tad larger. Yi Sang is a very calming person to be around.
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Does it truly seem that way to thee?
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( she needs to speak to yi sang, too, huh. )
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Do thee claim to know any better?
[ what with her maybe real, maybe not relationships. ]
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( ............
that is LITERALLY ONE PERSON, angela. )
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she'll point at another orange-ish one. ]
That is spice cake. I think thee should like it.
[ now then, she'll quickly list off the others-- ]
I have spoke to thee of Mistress Faust before, but allow me to give thee a better gist; she is a soft-spoken but strong-willed woman who is a genius in a scientific field, and it was she who mothers Mephistopheles, our omnibus. She also takes part in contracting many of us, alongside Sir Vergilius who acts as our guide. I rather like speaking with her, though she does say things I do not understand at times, and trust that if she is hiding anything at all then it is because she is not completely certain of it, for when she is certain of something she makes to speak it as soon as it is asked. The two of thee look alike, somewhat... She wields a large sword and would much like to converse with thee as well, I am certain.
Ishmael is the only other Fixer among us, and she has made much of her living upon the Great Lake 'fore she came to join the Company. She holds much of the same principles regarding our shared occupation as Sir Roland does -- that is, that it is not a heroic thing and more for money than not -- but I shall owe that to her vast knowledge of all things Wing and Office related; she is an avid information gatherer, perpetually book-smart one could say, and is often teased for knowing only what has been written before. Ehm, she is freckled and wields both a shield and a mace.
Next... are the two whom first arrived here with me, though one is gone now. [ she had seen him as of late, which is a comfort, but a hollow one considering...
anyway. ] Dear Gregor is a veteran of the Smoke War, and has a bug arm as his most notable trait. He is a kind man who always seeks a peaceable solution rather than a violent one, who would rather slide by a potential fight if he could help it, and has a small friend whom rides upon his person no matter the "life" they live together; it is affectionately named Buddy. [ everyone has their name for the amigito probably but that's hers. ] He and Madame Ryoshu often smoke together, and I do not believe there is anyone on the bus who does not consider him affable and easy to speak with. I missed him more 'fore I had seen him once again.
Last, but certainly not least, is Young Sinclair.
[ fond, just a bit, but certainly more relaxed as she smiles down at her cake and picks it apart. ]
He is my dearest companion here, one whom I can attribute much of my current comfort towards. Whilst the least battle-experienced out of us all, he no longer shies away from pulling his weight, nor does he turn his stomach out at the sight of the dead. Sinclair is kind, and while one may consider him weak for the empathy he shows not only to our Company but even to the Abnormalities we face... I think it is his greatest strength, for much of his courage and anger comes from that soft heart of his. [ there is nothing wrong to be soft of heart, she had said. and that's still true even now. yi sang was as well -- it was his greatest strength to help him stand, and don presses the thoughts of her own heart away.
there isn't much soft about it. ] I am grateful for his patience and worry, his gentle hands and attempts to cook. Young Sinclair wields a halberd, and we have become used to fighting alongside one another's reach -- at least, back in the City. Our times differ now.
[ their memories, too. but that's okay. ]
That is the rest of them: One, eight, thirteen, and eleven. And now thee know all of my compatriots.
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