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toujoursfluer) wrote2012-11-09 04:55 pm
toujoursfluer) wrote2012-11-09 04:55 pm
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Log 007 [video/Action]
[The video appears on Robin, looking up at her as she is sitting on her windowsill, despite the chill in the air. The wind stirs in her hair before she speaks]
Living here is hard on everyone it seems. People are changed. People flow in, go home, die and are restored. The Malnosso have us forget one another, betray one another, even forget ourselves and yet we live on broken in our own way.
[She glances down at the journal]
But we are all united here. Wether or not we wish to go home or we call this our home. Whether we love or hate it. We all exist for the same reason. For our friends. To find something better. But whether dark or light, living in silence or in grief only divides us. [She remembers broken nakama too much. It is almost too hard to bear sometimes because there is no reason to be]
There should be a place to talk about this. The fears, the joys, the grief...who we miss. Who we are glad have gone. A place without judgement or worrying whether or not you will cause concern. In order to live. In order to survive we must understand one another and we must not be afraid of the truth--whatever that might be.
[She will stare at the journal more as if contemplating what to say, then kills the feed. Then she leaves the window to make her rounds about town and will ultimately end up in the library. She may seem a bit preoccupied but feel free to approach her, and never mind the cat tail, that will be gone soon enough]
Living here is hard on everyone it seems. People are changed. People flow in, go home, die and are restored. The Malnosso have us forget one another, betray one another, even forget ourselves and yet we live on broken in our own way.
[She glances down at the journal]
But we are all united here. Wether or not we wish to go home or we call this our home. Whether we love or hate it. We all exist for the same reason. For our friends. To find something better. But whether dark or light, living in silence or in grief only divides us. [She remembers broken nakama too much. It is almost too hard to bear sometimes because there is no reason to be]
There should be a place to talk about this. The fears, the joys, the grief...who we miss. Who we are glad have gone. A place without judgement or worrying whether or not you will cause concern. In order to live. In order to survive we must understand one another and we must not be afraid of the truth--whatever that might be.
[She will stare at the journal more as if contemplating what to say, then kills the feed. Then she leaves the window to make her rounds about town and will ultimately end up in the library. She may seem a bit preoccupied but feel free to approach her, and never mind the cat tail, that will be gone soon enough]
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That works.
[There were also the spirits of dreams broken and missing comrades that lingered in every building and around every turn. It was a weight everyone shared, and it was only right to shoulder it together.
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Now to decide how to set this up and gather volunteers. I assume you will be one Thief-san. And Marco. [Since he has no choice about the matter] Anyone else you know of?
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...Yeah, actually. [He spoke slowly, as if he were thinking.] I'll volunteer. I need a project around here anyway.
Unfortunately, most of the people I know around here are pretty darn busy. They have their own clubs or projects. Do you think one of your nakama would be interested?
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I'm sorry for presuming, but regardless thank you for volunteering.
As for my nakama. [She sighs a bit] Perhaps they would need this more than anyone but who can say if they will even use it. [Though she will talk to Brook. What better person to have for a spirit society than a skeleton? He will certainly improve the atmosphere anyway.]
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[He echoed her sigh.] ...Yeah, guess I shouldn't have asked. You and yours have been thrown into the worst of it around here. Shame, really.
...Actually. Do you think Keimi-chan would want to help? She always wants to do her best to help people, and her smile always brightens the day.
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Oh yes, she might want to. I rarely speak to her but she's always been pleasant. [She makes a note of that too. Then she looks at her notes and sits back]
Hopefully some good will be done. If not, everyone will be too drunk to care, ne?
[She meant it to be flippant but it sounds hollow even to herself. There has to be more to this place than that kind of despair. If only she could rouse it in herself as strongly as it is in Marco. If only she could rouse it in others]
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Faking it could only work for so long.]
Drinking and laughing, hopefully. After all, we haven't let ourselves be defeated.
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I'll work out more details and get back to you...and of course feel free to add any ideas of your own.
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[Somehow, she's starting to like you in spite of herself.]
Thank you, Lupin-san.
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We'll talk later, over coffee or spirits--I don't care at this point. It's a celebration.
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But don't call me Robin-chan.
[She sounds cold about this. She may appreciate you. She may even come to like you. But if she's going to be working with you that is one thing she won't tolerate. When all is said and done, she barely knows you after all]
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[He wasn't that put off by the tone. In fact, he chuckled in amusement.]
All right, okay. I'll just need to find you a different nickname then.
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If you must.
Until later, ne?
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