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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

[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.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

There are only twelve trolls left. All kids.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

...You said something happened to your world, didn't you?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's gone!

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Twelve people left?

Huh. Sounds tough.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

I guess.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

[Shrugging it off.]

The place I'm from doesn't strictly exist. Never did.

-- Don't ask, it doesn't make that much sense to me either.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Is that why you're a Noooooooobody?

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

It's the other way around.

We don't really exist ourselves! So it's more comfortable staying somewhere that's like we are. Boring, sure. But comfortable.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Why don't you go somewhere real and just pretend you exist? That's what I'd do.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Doesn't change much.

Besides, we're organized! You might have noticed the coats. They don't like deserters.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

What number are you, anyway?

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Eight. Why?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Wait, really?

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Really really. Number eight, the Flurry of Dancing Flames.

[He flicks a hand out disdainfully.] But feel free to ignore the title! Pretentious, isn't it?

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Whatever! You are officially the best Organization member. Yeah!