:o hey now!clawofsinNovember 23 2010, 02:03:59 UTC
I'm not the one who's worried.
You just use your weirdo yoki powers and point me in that bitch's direction. I've been out in the ruins every day since I got here, so I got no problem findin' my way around.
...yeah she's tipsy. She might sleep it off and answer sober. or not. :|ayetsleepingNovember 28 2010, 11:05:00 UTC
Isley? I think I-- um. hi.
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Are you upset? I mean, were you upset? Just then I felt--
--you. Not the way I always--
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I probably shouldn't have drank the drink. Drunken? I know it's not drinked. Had. I probably shouldn't have had the drink!
But I know I felt. It. ...and I was thinking! I don't know what would upset you that way. Since I haven't asked you to... protect anyone or anything like that.
I still don't know! Are you okay?
I always worry, you know. I know it's stupid. I know that. But I can't help it because you died, so I know you can and... why are you upset, anyway?
...the bottle is... filling up again. Hm.
[There's a fumbling sound, and then she drops the Forge... which turns itself off.]
...How precious. XD Except SHE is talking about his death, too. Hooboy.swordofthenorthNovember 28 2010, 17:44:19 UTC
[ He's more calm now, his yoki like an avalanche that has stopped it's tumult down the mountainside, snow settling, everything... silent. ]
You've been reckless, haven't you been?
[ Her questions? Completely brushed over, although there is a note in his voice that suggests he is displeased at the mention of his dying. Displeased... because he is not the one to have brought it up, and displeased because, as he told Dietrich, he wants no pity. The thought of the warriors feeling sorry for him is something that is nauseating...
The thought of Priscilla feeling sorry for him is something that makes him feel small, and he doesn't want her to think of him as feeble or weak. He wants her to remain awed by him, not fear for him, want to stand with him because he is capable... not because she feels some absurd need to protect him. ]
By the sounds of it, you've drank more than your share of that self-refilling bottle, too.
Put it up, Priscilla. Lest you say something stupid and regret it later on, hm?
If it has nothing to do with trust, then why can't you trust yourself with me? Why do I feel as though you regret what took place between us, as though you regret every moment you spend in private with me?
Home, Priscilla, is where our hearts lie. Your home doesn't reflect you at all, much less what lies within your heart, and it makes me wonder... how much of your heart is in that place at all.
The only sign that it so much as visits is the unsightly toy that you keep there.
Well. I don't really need a lot of things. Why would where I live need to say anything about me? I don't really have-- well I have a lot of money but I'd rather use it on something useful. Like... funding the Patrol. I do kind of. Pay everyone out of... well! The point is, there are better things to spend money on.
And I don't want to say there isn't much to me other than duty, but... that's probably most of me.
Of course, you were raised primarily by the Organization, so I don't expect you to understand quality living...
[ He sighs. ]
Sometimes, Priscilla, you seem quite dispirited. I am not asking for you to switch from living lifelessly, to living luxuriously, but perhaps... a little something here or there, as a treat to yourself to boost your moral, may be in order? Anything that can add color to your day.
For example... when you and I shared a home, you were always surrounded by beautiful things.
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All right, I don't know what you're tryin' to pull with this stupid idea of yours, but I'm in. Just this once.
And just so we're clear, I'm not on the fucking menu. For any of you.
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Riful is liable to respond to your presence, and that is something that can be worked with.
Don't worry, though. I'll keep you safe.
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You just use your weirdo yoki powers and point me in that bitch's direction. I've been out in the ruins every day since I got here, so I got no problem findin' my way around.
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Why should I follow the orders of a man whose life Riful has ended once already?
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[...]
Are you upset? I mean, were you upset? Just then I felt--
--you. Not the way I always--
[...]
I probably shouldn't have drank the drink. Drunken? I know it's not drinked. Had. I probably shouldn't have had the drink!
But I know I felt. It. ...and I was thinking! I don't know what would upset you that way. Since I haven't asked you to... protect anyone or anything like that.
I still don't know! Are you okay?
I always worry, you know. I know it's stupid. I know that. But I can't help it because you died, so I know you can and... why are you upset, anyway?
...the bottle is... filling up again. Hm.
[There's a fumbling sound, and then she drops the Forge... which turns itself off.]
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You've been reckless, haven't you been?
[ Her questions? Completely brushed over, although there is a note in his voice that suggests he is displeased at the mention of his dying. Displeased... because he is not the one to have brought it up, and displeased because, as he told Dietrich, he wants no pity. The thought of the warriors feeling sorry for him is something that is nauseating...
The thought of Priscilla feeling sorry for him is something that makes him feel small, and he doesn't want her to think of him as feeble or weak. He wants her to remain awed by him, not fear for him, want to stand with him because he is capable... not because she feels some absurd need to protect him. ]
By the sounds of it, you've drank more than your share of that self-refilling bottle, too.
Put it up, Priscilla. Lest you say something stupid and regret it later on, hm?
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Mrmph. I did, but.
Now my heads hurts. [She totally sounds like she resents it, too.]
That's a very... unhappy bottle.
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[ Although, if he's not mistaken, privacy has nothing at all to do with it. Hmm... ]
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Don't... hang up on-- that isn't what I meant! You could have at least let me explain. I--
[F-Frustrated noise!]
That's not that I meant.
...please answer.
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Sounding well-rested, if humorless, he greets her. ]
You clearly feel not only as though you can't trust yourself... but that you cannot trust me, either.
If it wasn't what you had meant, then... what did you mean, Priscilla?
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[Her breath catches, just a little.]
That I can't trust you to do what? It has nothing to do with-- I'd trust you with my life.
[...emphasis on my. Although she doesn't actually stress the word audibly.]
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The only sign that it so much as visits is the unsightly toy that you keep there.
Is the rest... simply duty? I'm just curious.
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Well. I don't really need a lot of things. Why would where I live need to say anything about me? I don't really have-- well I have a lot of money but I'd rather use it on something useful. Like... funding the Patrol. I do kind of. Pay everyone out of... well! The point is, there are better things to spend money on.
And I don't want to say there isn't much to me other than duty, but... that's probably most of me.
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The chicken isn't so bad. It's cute.
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Of course, you were raised primarily by the Organization, so I don't expect you to understand quality living...
[ He sighs. ]
Sometimes, Priscilla, you seem quite dispirited. I am not asking for you to switch from living lifelessly, to living luxuriously, but perhaps... a little something here or there, as a treat to yourself to boost your moral, may be in order? Anything that can add color to your day.
For example... when you and I shared a home, you were always surrounded by beautiful things.
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