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[dicey]

Okay, okay, I admit it! My hive burned down. Completely destroyed, along with my recuperacoon, most of my oracles, and a fuckton of other supplies. At first I was going to just camp out in that warehouse, but then I decided to do something else instead! And let me tell you, this new place? At least 800% less flammable. Man, what a great idea. Before that event, I had never really thought "Oh hey, maybe I should consider living somewhere that isn't so brazenly wooden". Just another thing to be prepared for, I guess!

I'll be sure to thank the Animus for the reality check after I kick their asses.

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Comments

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Well that's certainly a reason! But I'm not sure it's a good one.

Good to see you're still alive.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

I would have looked like a coward if I'd backed down! Besides, it was pretty cool. Much better than the story of how I lost my eye and arm.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Point. And she probably would have killed you if you did. [He shrugs. Larxene kills people. It's a thing.]

So, Vriska. Was it fun?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

["fun" might not be the right word, but...]

It was cool, like I said!

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Good! [Eyeing the bandages again, amused.] Worth it?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[there's no doubt in her voice there, for a couple of reasons]

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Well. That's the important thing!

[Weird girl.]

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Does she have any rivals?







Just curious.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Good question! Are we talking a mutual relationship, or just people she wants to snuff?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Mutual!

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Not a one.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Oh, reaaaaaaaally.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me you're making plans, Vriska.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Did I say I was making plans? I can ask questions without making plans!

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Well! If you end up dead, around here, at least you come back.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Duh!

But good rivals don't end up dead.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Sure. But get in her way and she won't care how good you are at it.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

That's not really an uncommon thing, you know.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

So the lifespan for rivals must be pretty low where you're from.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

It depends! There's uh. A certain kind of rivalry where you're not supposed to kill your partner. But other than that, yeah, there's a ton of deaths.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Sounds just like home.

Except for that certain kind. What's that about?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

It's not thaaaaaaaat important for this conversation. Trust me.

So what is your world like, anyway? Besides the rampant killings.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

So you're after the homicidal kind?

[Smirking, and shrugging.] Wall-to-wall monsters outside the castle, pretentious names, long meetings and plenty of boredom.

We didn't go in for killing each other all that often! There were only thirteen of us. Special occasions only.

[And it was mostly him or Sora when it happened.]

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Sounds kind of like what the seadweller aristocracy must be like.

Did there used to be more of you?

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Seadweller? Less water, but maybe!

-- Thirteen is the most there ever were.