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Who: Dirk, Dave, curious individuals and whoever hears Dave's raucous vulgar mumbling
When: Day 89, morning
Where: same place new people always show up of course
What: two for one special

[there are two blond boys who look like they are probably brothers standing in the shrine area. they are both wearing radical shades, and one of them--with the round shades--is holding a broken sword, which seems to change states from being broken, to whole, to old and rusted, without any kind of prompting]

Oh my fucking god.

We are literally going to spend the rest of our afterlives being blown like a wayward tumbleweed between worlds and physical states until we land some place full of ghost centaurs where all the trees grow apples and all the grass is made of hay and they accept us into their tribe or herd or whatever the fuck horses or horsepeople call their gatherings with a welcoming neigh, tell us to lay our newly-acquisition hind quarters down and have an apple, spend the rest of our days frolicking in the clover fields engaging in incestuous horseporn.

And where the fuck did this sword come from.

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Judging by statements like that you should probably buckle in for a slew of 'new ones'.

...

What about you? What world do you come from, where this is all just something to talk calmly about?

I dunno.

I mean, 'Earth' is the planetary designation supplied by whatever part of my gray matter wasn't wiped clean, but I've got basically two memories of my pre-death life to my name. Of those, I remember exactly one other human and a whole planet full of a presumably alien race.

Anyway, I think it has less to do with the fact that I come from a world where racial differences are universally acknowledged as being meaningless for hate-based discrimination, and more that I'm pretty sure I'm just not the sort of guy who gives a fuck.

. . .

[makes a bit of a face like he's hesitant to say something, but...]

What is "discrimination"?

A method of determining one thing from another thing. In this context, discriminating based on race. Or species, I guess, depending on what word you want to go with there. I say hate-based because the act of recognizing one thing as different isn't bad on it's own, but using physical attributes as a motive for hate is probably the reason for whatever racial conflict you're familiar with.

... Hmph. Well, that's familiar enough. Though there was plenty of other reasons, like actions, not just looks.

Here is different. ...But I've lived my whole life and only one place was as peaceful as this, and it was burned to the ground. So I don't expect this to last.

I don't think I have enough memories of infantile civilizations to make a guess. But this place looks to be pretty small. If you decide you're unhappy with the way things are going you can decide to do something about it and have a reasonably high chance of making a significant impact.

... An impact...

[...]

Do I really want to carve my will in another world...

Sounds like you've got a veritable banquet for thought.

"A veritable banquet?"

An unruly amount of metaphorical munchies to chew on.

Stuff to think about.

... Tch! Then yes, I possess a veritable banquet. So does everyone else.

Look at that, more shit you have in common with everyone here.

--!

[immediately tenses up]

I'm nothing like anyone here! I can't... calm down like the rest of you!

So in the similarities column you've got early and probably violent death, revived on alien planet, peaceful intentions, and lots of shit to worry about. On the differences column you've got 'excitable'.

I don't know what to do with peace! Or people just-- talking!

I don't know what to do with having failed myself and everyone important to me. Something about this shitty situation is trying to throw everyone here. Just because people ain't cursin' and hollerin' doesn't mean they're holding onto this wild bronco by more than the skin of their teeth.

. . .

[stills up at that...]

[=|a]

... Why bother holding it in? What are you hiding?

Holding what in?

Your pain or your anger!

Oh.

...nah, I don't think I am.

. . . Then you're just. . .

[wait

is this like Bebedora =|a]

It's not an act, or a carefully crafted mentality to better facilitate action unhindered by dramatic emotion. I think my lack of obvious affect is probably connected to my missing memories, though I have every reason to believe I am typically the chilliest of motherfucking cucumbers.

Edited 2012-10-30 05:27 (UTC)

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