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[raiton]

Watch the flock fly towards the fire.
The rain will come and we'll get stuck in its mud.
But it wont exstinguish that fire. Not here.

More calling from the underlayer.
This is tedius. Its all the same.

Comments

[clean_cuffs]

Hmm... have you met Garcian?

[raiton]

I Have.

((ooc: and they will never get along. NEVER EVER. It makes me LOL so hard. ))

[Voice]

[sheathed]

Poetic.

Rain. Mud. Fire. These things cause no harm...unless manipulated to do so.

[voice]

[raiton]

I have my moments.

Even without manipulation of these elements, it is to my last recollection that they can in fact do a good amount of damage.

You missed the point.

[Voice]

[sheathed]

Indeed.

Only when one does not understand. And...damage is relative.

Did I.

[Voice]

[raiton]

What are you suggesting by that?

[like_nimrod]

Then the flock dooms itself unless it takes action to seek shelter from the storm.

But will it? That is the question.

[raiton]

So let it.

I somehow doubt it will.

[like_nimrod]

That, then, is a definition of "tragedy".

Not much to be done, however, if people will not listen to reason. "Curiosity killed the cat" right?

[raiton]

They can do what they wish. Risk's are nessesary. However everyone making the same commentary about noise is annoying and useless.

Although running face first into things reminds me of someone. And I am surrounded by other worldly replications of that someone. How quaint.

The cat has nine lives; by this point, who cares?

[a_naked_flame]

I think the animals your looking for for the fire metaphor are moths, not birds.

As for what's down there... whatever it is, it's waking up. We'll deal with it when it comes.

[raiton]

Wasn't looking for a metaphor, but its all the same.

That we will.

[a_naked_flame]

You're sure as hell using one though.

The question remains; 'how'.

[raiton]

Refrences to my world, I suppose.

Does it matter?

[raiton]

No.