Forty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[So, in an effort to make her feel...less angry about the events of the last few days, Maladict has gone into town, deciding to throw herself more into her best person duty. After all, if Brock was stupid happy stupid enough to want to get married, he should at least have a decent sendoff. And the art was in the preparation for this sort of thing, she was sure. She flicks through her journal as she walks]

You know, I never thought it would be this easy to find Seamstresses in this world. Guess I was wrong. Seems it's forever the most common profession if people want it to be or not. Nice to know some things are the same here as they are back home.

[Brock]
Candy Muff or Diamond Slick.

Pick one.

[Nikola]
[Ugh, this is not easy to say, especially after her 'you have to make right what you did' rant. Humble pie does not taste good at all]

So, I won't be guarding you any more. I'll probably visit or...something. But no more guarding.

Comments

[arealwoman]

[ YES ] I don't think I'm leaving my room

[unnaturalpause]

It is, however, usually a very safe place...[oops.]

[arealwoman]

'Usually' doesn't help to counteract what you just said. [ She may know that people like to hurt each other and there are dangerous people here but it doesn't mean being reminded is good ]

[unnaturalpause]

No but do remember if they wanted to kill you they would have. By and large the residents are peaceful, except on occasion when they decide to act more like a teenager than their age. [Yes James insulting villains by calling them teenagers is a good idea.] And there are a number of people here who fight only for the well being of others, you need not fear anything.

[arealwoman]

Still not exactly helpful or reassuring; I'm trying not to think of these things.

[unnaturalpause]

And the more you deny their existence the more you will find that you can not escape it. Just accept such things, and you will find it easier as time goes on to deal with them then.