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maskormenace2016-02-08 10:11 am
wizzardly) wrote in maskormenace2016-02-08 10:11 am
Entry tags:
- anakin skywalker | darth vader,
- † bill cipher | your lord and master,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † francis urquhart | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † l'arachel | n/a,
- † lucifer | n/a,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † ray kowalski | n/a,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † yuri lowell | n/a
Video; open to Action for Nonah #03 residents
[This is not Rincewind's first attempt at accessing the network. Shamefully, it's not even his fourth attempt, even after all the helpful advice (which he smiled brightly through and nodded at and didn't listen to at all). Obviously he's managed to get the unfamiliar technology to finally work for him though, as that's definitely his sullen face coming across the imPort channels. He's on the floor of his new room, his back against his bed and his arm slung over a large wooden chest. His broad-brimmed hat proclaims him to be a 'Wizzard'.
He is also, quite obviously, very drunk.]
Right. I think we can all agree that this is absolutely mad, right? And not even - not even all these things that are going 'round doing stuff without any sort of magic or tiny imps painting pictures inside them, that's not even what I'm talking about here, that part I could almost like, since it seems somewhat sensible, the principle of it. ...Although it still isn't, is it, because there's apparently all these powers and such, which totally throws that whole thing about being sensible right out the window. And being handed out like meat-pies or something too, with no thought as to who's getting them. M'sure that's not something that's going to blow up in anyone's face, is it? Probably literally, if I had my guess.
...Right, where was I going with this?
[there's a pause as Rincewind casts about for the tenuous line of focus that brought him here in the first place, and which he's sure to be appropriately horrified he followed when he sobers up tomorrow.
Apparently he finds it again, and slaps his hand (the one not currently holding a bottle of wine) on the wooden trunk for emphasis. The chest lifts its lid some, in grumpy protest.] - Heroes! Heroes, that's what I was getting at - this whole business about people being fished out of their own perfectly good - well, okay, mostly good. Somewhat. ...At least familiar worlds, and then being asked to - to - to do what? Be a hero? I've met heroes, you know, quite more than I'd have liked, and do you know what heroes are?
Dangerous, that's what. [firmly.] Dangerous, utterly reckless madmen, that's what heroes are. People who have as much trouble realizing why you shouldn't go barreling into dark caves full of horrible monsters to get the gold, or rescue the girl, as they do recognizing a good thing when they have it. Which is living. ...Which they risk. ...To be heroes.
But you know the most important thing about them? [he continues, fervently] The most important thing about heroes is that - ! Well, it's that - !
...It's that I'm not one.
[Rincewind quiets, and swipes the sleeve of his robe across his nose with a miserable, dry sniff. He frowns, sighs.] Not that it matters, I suppose. Not that it ever matters.
He is also, quite obviously, very drunk.]
Right. I think we can all agree that this is absolutely mad, right? And not even - not even all these things that are going 'round doing stuff without any sort of magic or tiny imps painting pictures inside them, that's not even what I'm talking about here, that part I could almost like, since it seems somewhat sensible, the principle of it. ...Although it still isn't, is it, because there's apparently all these powers and such, which totally throws that whole thing about being sensible right out the window. And being handed out like meat-pies or something too, with no thought as to who's getting them. M'sure that's not something that's going to blow up in anyone's face, is it? Probably literally, if I had my guess.
...Right, where was I going with this?
[there's a pause as Rincewind casts about for the tenuous line of focus that brought him here in the first place, and which he's sure to be appropriately horrified he followed when he sobers up tomorrow.
Apparently he finds it again, and slaps his hand (the one not currently holding a bottle of wine) on the wooden trunk for emphasis. The chest lifts its lid some, in grumpy protest.] - Heroes! Heroes, that's what I was getting at - this whole business about people being fished out of their own perfectly good - well, okay, mostly good. Somewhat. ...At least familiar worlds, and then being asked to - to - to do what? Be a hero? I've met heroes, you know, quite more than I'd have liked, and do you know what heroes are?
Dangerous, that's what. [firmly.] Dangerous, utterly reckless madmen, that's what heroes are. People who have as much trouble realizing why you shouldn't go barreling into dark caves full of horrible monsters to get the gold, or rescue the girl, as they do recognizing a good thing when they have it. Which is living. ...Which they risk. ...To be heroes.
But you know the most important thing about them? [he continues, fervently] The most important thing about heroes is that - ! Well, it's that - !
...It's that I'm not one.
[Rincewind quiets, and swipes the sleeve of his robe across his nose with a miserable, dry sniff. He frowns, sighs.] Not that it matters, I suppose. Not that it ever matters.
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[wow being a bit of a bastard has really improved his mood, thanks, L'Arachel.]
Oh I'd say you've faith enough for the both of us, yes. ...And you never did get into what they'd have to contend with, exactly.
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[She ponders this briefly, then shakes her head.] No, no, this needs to be a personal, one-on-one correspondence. It's quite unseemly to stir up strife and complain about how someone runs their nation behind their back. [Never mind that they were sort of doing exactly that less than a minute ago.] If others have grievances of their own, they may write their own letters.
[She can't do everything around here, sheesh.]
Oh, but I did get into it! I told you, I have battled the Demon King and emerged victorious, therefore it stands to reason that there is nothing this realm can throw at me that I cannot overcome. I myself am a force to be reckoned with! My blessed Light magic is nothing to scoff at, and neither is my righteous wrath! [She says, quite cheerfully.]
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"Light" magic. [he squints hard at her.] What the hell is that? Like fireworks? And it's a bit hard to imagine you being wrathful at most anything.
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Yes, it is hard to imagine, isn't it? But believe it or not, I--who am typically the picture of gentleness--can unleash a wrath so righteous that darkness itself quakes in terror! As far as the forces of evil are concerned, I show no mercy!
But no, no, it's nothing at all like fireworks. It is light. Pure, holy light. [She beams.] If you'd like to see it, I shall be happy to show you!
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[simply. He takes another sip of tea.]
Oh, surely. You'd give anyone a fright. [particularly if they were very afraid of stern talking-tos and finger-wagging.
But for all that he's teasing her now, he's... admittedly a little nervous about all this talk of Light magic. Nervous and strangely jealous and that's an unpleasant combination to have churning in one's stomach before bed. He shakes his head, looking away.] Another night, maybe. I'll take your word for it, for now.
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Or perhaps she simply misheard him. Brushing the matter aside, she reaches for the teapot and refills her cup.]
Oh, no, not anyone! Only evildoers. [She responds earnestly, not even considering the possibility that he might be teasing. Why would anyone ever want to tease her?] Those who follow the path of justice have nothing to fear from me.
[And she looks a little disappointed that he doesn't want a demonstration of her magic at the moment, but nods nevertheless.] Another night, then. But don't forget! And I also wish to learn all about the types of magic in your world!