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queenofheartsrp2010-11-27 04:09 pm
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Entry tags:
- ! video,
- sakurako amamiya | gentlecuteside,
- † anna lin | hotshot_momma,
- † caprica-six | experiencedlove,
- † carly nagisa | dieforyoumylove,
- † dahlia hawthorne | traces,
- † death | beforemetoday,
- † katniss everdeen | anythingburns,
- † konoka konoe | konoka_chan,
- † minako aino | thevenusian,
- † mireille bouquet | reliablekiller,
- † noi | thetrueblow,
- † saber (nero) | bishoujo_ga_yoi,
- † yukari yakumo | border_phantasm,
- † yuna | faythfulprayer
i. video.
[ there's a young, cheerful woman in the mirror, white as a sheet. Around her neck hangs a silver ankh, and in one hand she holds an umbrella ]
Oh, this is wonderful!
You mortal types – and not-so-mortal types – and your pocket dimensions, I mean. Your little rolled-up universes tucked away into the corner of who-knows-where. Y'know, they obliterate any sort of logic that ought proceed them, mess around with the very foundations of time, and completely shatter any hope we had of keeping continuity, well, continuous! In the end, though, none of this really matters. It's like a drop in the ocean, compared to everything that's come before it. Still, we all have a tendency to believe that the world, that all worlds, revolve around us. Like the Universe or the Creator or whatever you believe in purposely did this to mess with you, and you alone, and everyone else has fallen by the wayside. Not that this isn't important. Not to you, anyway.
But what am I saying? Listen, it's like this: take a moment to step back from it all. Stop with the whys, wheres and hows, and all those other question words, and breathe it all in. Some days, I feel as if nobody appreciates life anymore. Not even the little things, like being able to enjoy the chemical aftertaste that follows food, and, oh, I already mentioned something about breathing, didn't I? So take a look around, take a moment to relax! I promise you, nothing's going to fall apart while you all kick back.
Anyway, it's great to be here. I hope we can be friends!
Oh, this is wonderful!
You mortal types – and not-so-mortal types – and your pocket dimensions, I mean. Your little rolled-up universes tucked away into the corner of who-knows-where. Y'know, they obliterate any sort of logic that ought proceed them, mess around with the very foundations of time, and completely shatter any hope we had of keeping continuity, well, continuous! In the end, though, none of this really matters. It's like a drop in the ocean, compared to everything that's come before it. Still, we all have a tendency to believe that the world, that all worlds, revolve around us. Like the Universe or the Creator or whatever you believe in purposely did this to mess with you, and you alone, and everyone else has fallen by the wayside. Not that this isn't important. Not to you, anyway.
But what am I saying? Listen, it's like this: take a moment to step back from it all. Stop with the whys, wheres and hows, and all those other question words, and breathe it all in. Some days, I feel as if nobody appreciates life anymore. Not even the little things, like being able to enjoy the chemical aftertaste that follows food, and, oh, I already mentioned something about breathing, didn't I? So take a look around, take a moment to relax! I promise you, nothing's going to fall apart while you all kick back.
Anyway, it's great to be here. I hope we can be friends!
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They're notoriously difficult to herd.
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Well, other than a very desperate situation?
...surely there are other things that would be easier to catch, or plants we could eat?
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But if you're worried, you're not going to starve here. There are, as you've said, plenty of plants.
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[It's been bugging her, though. She doesn't feel familiar with Death, but something seems... off about her presence. And she can't quite tell what.]
...by the way, who are you? M-my name's Konoka Konoe.
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Is that just a name, or is it like a representative spirit? You're not carrying a scythe...
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Those robes are unflattering, and I honestly don't know what I'd do with a scythe.
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[Konoka's preconceptions have been shattered! Her mind = blown.]
Well um, where I come from people get hurt, from wounds and scratches and stuff, and I heal them. That doesn't make you angry, does it?
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