IV.22nd Jan| video | post earthquake

[speaksdaggers]

[... if Nezumi were phased by the sudden earthquake, he's certainly not showing it. He's got the communicator loosely hanging from one hand at an odd angle and is stood on his balcony, giving the viewers a brief glance of his face before he flings his arms out. The swirling, zooming picture settles on an image of the post-earthquake Death City.

Bins, pots knocked over, a few lampposts that look like they're drunkenly swaying to one side, and cracks in the pavement.]

So, is this normal here too? Aside from constant surveillance, ongoing war and random kidnappings in the name of "war effort" they seem so fond of.

[The screen tilts again, and Nezumi gives the screen a very slight, lidded grin.]

Inquiring minds would like to know. If you'd all be so kind.

[... so sincere. :|]

Welcome to the new year, by the way. Late as it is. Seems as though we've been set up for such a fortuitous year.

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[soulparadox]

What do you believe the reason is?

[speaksdaggers]

One of two; you think it's the right thing to do, in which case you have an issue thinking for yourself. Or you have bleeding heart syndrome.

[soulparadox]

Both are incorrect.

The reason is because it is my duty to this city.

[speaksdaggers]

[Nezumi flops backwards, back thumping lightly on the floor.]

Ahaha, seriously? Man that's even worse!

[soulparadox]

Why?

[speaksdaggers]

Tying yourself to a city like that. They'll just end up using you.

[soulparadox]

I am not tied to the city. I am tied to people.

[speaksdaggers]

The people who make up the city are as bad as the city itself. That's just the way it goes.

[soulparadox]

Then you are bad, too.

Why do you feel the need to insult yourself?

[speaksdaggers]

[Nezumi waves a hand.]

Nah, I'm the worst.

[Pause.]

Aren't you asking a lot of questions?

[soulparadox]

Because you are a questionable individual.

[speaksdaggers]

I see. Pity, I'm not a fan of them myself.

[soulparadox]

Then you should not be allowed to ask questions of others.

[speaksdaggers]

[Nezumi raises one eyebrow pointedly.]

One rhetorical question, and one annoyed question to your five annoying ones. Forgive me, oh mysterious lord, for I have most definitely sinned.

[soulparadox]

You are forgiven.

[speaksdaggers]

[He'd fall to his knees in relief if he weren't leaning on the railing of his balcony.]

I'm sure I will sleep well tonight knowing this.

[soulparadox]

I doubt that, but that is fine.

[speaksdaggers]

Mm. How cruel, you doubt me.

[soulparadox]

Because you are a dishonest person.

[speaksdaggers]

I'm hardly the only one.

[soulparadox]

No, you are not.

But if you are aware of it, you should not be surprised if people do not believe or trust in you. That will make finding a Meister or Weapon difficult for you later. You should work on these things, or you can go to live out in the desert since you do not seem to like anyone here.

[speaksdaggers]

I'm intolerant, not suicidal.

[Nezumi rolls his eyes.]

I'd rather go home than get into the whole mess of finding a 'weapon', or whatever the word for 'lackey' or 'minion' is in this place.

[soulparadox]

A Weapon is not a lacky or minion. They are a partner and companion. Do you not understand the meaning of those words?

[speaksdaggers]

Evidently not.

[He shrugs.]

It's pretty obvious I don't trust people. I don't expect partnerships to work. The end.

[soulparadox]

Only because you allow it to be.