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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]

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!

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

Well, I always thought so. [Glancing demurely away before he spoils the act with a smirk.]

But that's not saying too much!

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

The other guys aren't number eight.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

There's only one of me, after all.

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Well, of course! It'd be pretty lame if there were two eights.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

I'd have to kill the other one. [Tragic sigh.]

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

Because not just aaaaaaaany old loser can run around claiming to be number eight.

[doestheickyjobs.livejournal.com]

And I never liked competition!

[eightshoutpoles.livejournal.com]

I like competition!

I like defeating competition.