THREE ☠ fight fire with acid

[hedonic]

[ Echidna herself is lounging in the hot springs at the moment while she dictates into the journal, her snake swimming around in the water nearby as she sips a cup of rice wine. The journal is open and nearby, although it's slightly damp from all the humidity. Her voice is musing; thoughtful. Perhaps even judgmental or mocking, it can be hard to tell from one moment to the next. ]

I find it interesting how quickly people are to turn on a construct, to blame it for their woes, when they can just as easily pack up their belongings and leave. Perhaps you won't be able to go home, or perhaps you will. Perhaps you'll find answers, or a better place to live. Perhaps you'll find death. There's a big world out there, one I've had quite a bit of fun exploring this past week.

Tell me, ordained residents of Cair Paradisa... What exactly is keeping you here? Aren't there others living out in what you call the Dead Zone?

[ ooc; Open over the journal, or in person if your character is at the hot springs! Might want to check the permissions post, especially if it's in person. ]

Comments

[gentleidealist]

Hey, I didn't say that anywhere! Naming myself as a defender of the city and realizing those people need help are two different things. I learned a while ago that the city gets targeted a lot.

Maybe we can tell the difference. Maybe we can't. There are some things here that no one can explain. We'll find the answers-- we're not quitting just yet.

Do you always argue with weird hypothermical questions?

[Lloyd and big words... he still forgets them.]

[hedonic]

Hypothermical?

[ She can't even address the rest since it's pointless anyway, since she'll just be laughing at that. ]

[gentleidealist]

[FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU AND ALSO FUCK THE BANDS YOU LIKE AND ALSO YOUR MOTHER]

... Forget it.