We were helpless but to sit and wait for her to pass, like a violent storm in the blackest of nights. And even though the rumbling was distant and the lightning unable to reach our shelter, there was the quaking of fear deep in our hearts... for humans perhaps fear most that which they are unsure about. Could we only see into her head, past those
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QUIT WHINING. Talk like that isn't gonna make things any better! We can take this thing down, but nothing's gonna get done if you just sit around and complain about how its tearing up the town. You have to do something! Stop "picking up the wreckage" and start making sure the wreckage doesn't happen. Sheesh... All you need is a powerful enough weapon. All it takes is to find out what that weapon is.
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If you've got any ideas to that note, please, do sing them for me. And do stop calling my musings "whining". Those who never stop and reflect will never see the section of the painting behind them. That's one of my rules.
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Hey, I'm still working on getting myself used to this place. I'll get to it eventually! I've still got a whole line of projects to complete first!
So stop painting them in such a depressing light! Yeah, it's destroying the city, but it's possible to present the facts without making them seem that horrible. What do you think others are supposed to think when they read that, huh?
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I find it more comforting to present the facts and the bitter truth than to sugarcoat and soften them.
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Hey, that helmet... thing. What is it? Did you modify yourself?
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What happened between you and Wolf?
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And it was nothing to worry about.
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You sure? You know I'm totally willing to bust some heads for you
(ooc: strikes are legible if you wish XD)
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That's very sweet? of you to offer, Molita, but no worries. It was a matter between men settled between men. And I'm more than capable of busting heads... as he found out.
But, heh, don't solve your problems with violence-- for violence is the last refuge of the weak. That's one of my rules.
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Hrrrr, I've endured worse, so I guess it's okay. And I wish more folks were willing to forgive cruel reflexes! You still need to show me how to make more of the coffee, hehhr.
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And I figure until I can control my own urges, I better not get anybody's case for the same. Let the sinless one cast the first stone. That's not one of my rules, but I follow it anyway. You're on for coffee anytime you like.
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...Why, did you encounter her at some point? Hohh, is that the reason for the blindness?
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Last time she came around, I almost headed out kissing a car she flung in my general direction. I'm a better dodger than I thought.
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