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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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Is there anything true?
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And the rest is also the truth because when humans are in love...
[He forms a heart with his fingers.]
...they use tongues to kiss.
Words cannot be more true, maiden.
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But I'm not particularly interested in fictional representations of love. [It's often idealized and given too much importance. There is more strength in a bond of friends and crew.]
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[Frankly, he wonders how that feels. Kissing with tongues. Wouldn't that be utterly gross?
Loki blinks at her last remark.]
Oh? May I ask what your representation of love is?
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It is largely just a matter of perception. What is love to one may not be to another. But I believe a big part of it is trust and respect.
[though trust, for her, is the hardest. How strange, then, that it came so fast]
And what about you? What is your representation?
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Trust is always important. When there is no trust there are only lies. And love cannot be based on lies, right?
[Loki frowns for a moment while he is being very convincing talking out of his arse. Honestly, he has no idea. Love could be many things...and it could be nothing at the same time.]
Mine? Ah. I think it overlaps with your definition. Trust, respect, similar sentiments.