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wolfishflame[Aly looks contemplative - which is weird for her.]
Hey.
D'you ever wonder why we're here?
Like, us, specifically.
Hey.
D'you ever wonder why we're here?
Like, us, specifically.
wolfishflamewolfishflame[Aly looks a little chagrinned, and blows out her breath with a "whuff" sound.]
Okay, I have a confession to make. The name I've given out isn't the one I usually go by. It's Aly. But you can still call me Keahi. I don't really care.
[She shrugs.]
No such thing as an overabundance of caution, right? And for any faeries out there...this is your only warning to stay well clear. You try and step, and me and Dr. Bonkers will fix the little problem of you being alive.
That's all.
private, to devin;
[Aly looks like the cat that ate the canary.] Told you I could work with hardball.
Okay, I have a confession to make. The name I've given out isn't the one I usually go by. It's Aly. But you can still call me Keahi. I don't really care.
[She shrugs.]
No such thing as an overabundance of caution, right? And for any faeries out there...this is your only warning to stay well clear. You try and step, and me and Dr. Bonkers will fix the little problem of you being alive.
That's all.
private, to devin;
[Aly looks like the cat that ate the canary.] Told you I could work with hardball.
wolfishflame| I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. – Robert Frost, "Birches" |
wolfishflame[After getting the lowdown from a rather nice lady, a very annoyed-looking young woman is staring balefully at the camera.]
Are you serious.
Are you serious.
Because people keep explaining this Life-Death-Dreaming thing to me and it sounds like bullshit. There are two planes I can be on and I’m apparently not on either of them and that is so much bullshit I have apparently been dropped into the former pasture of a hekatomb of oxen because what the hell.
Look. Look at this. [She holds up her journal with a helpful diagram of a stick figure, a vertical line, and another stick figure, and a double-sided arrow.] My soul can be Waking, or it can be Otherside, or it can occasionally be both at the same time because my life is a dumpster fire. Not this, okay? [She puts the journal down, raises her hand, and taps the labradorite ring she’s wearing.] My soul is not in a rock. Even if it’s a really pretty rock, and I know from pretty rocks.
[Frustratedly:] Like, oh my gods. Every single god I have ever met. All of them. Up to and including Inari-Ōkami. For the love of baby Jesus in his mangery crib. Put me back. I want to speak to the manager. Yeah. The spell manager.
Fix this, Obama.
Are you serious.
Are you serious.
Because people keep explaining this Life-Death-Dreaming thing to me and it sounds like bullshit. There are two planes I can be on and I’m apparently not on either of them and that is so much bullshit I have apparently been dropped into the former pasture of a hekatomb of oxen because what the hell.
Look. Look at this. [She holds up her journal with a helpful diagram of a stick figure, a vertical line, and another stick figure, and a double-sided arrow.] My soul can be Waking, or it can be Otherside, or it can occasionally be both at the same time because my life is a dumpster fire. Not this, okay? [She puts the journal down, raises her hand, and taps the labradorite ring she’s wearing.] My soul is not in a rock. Even if it’s a really pretty rock, and I know from pretty rocks.
[Frustratedly:] Like, oh my gods. Every single god I have ever met. All of them. Up to and including Inari-Ōkami. For the love of baby Jesus in his mangery crib. Put me back. I want to speak to the manager. Yeah. The spell manager.
Fix this, Obama.