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[Action/Anon text] Dead Man Walking and Talking
[Action - Honnoji Academy Gym, Closed]
[Swordplay with Star was one of the most enduring constants in Ted's life. Satsuki had remained in the world longer than him, and he couldn't help but love her and her indefatigable instruction. It showed in that he practiced and sparred with her with ease; an unusual thing, for he'd normally find any combat with women forever an offense against beauty. And yet, whether through affection or repetition, it had become a reliable, relaxing routine. Even if her severity pushed him to uncomfortable limits, every so often.
Their fencing finished, Ted's resting on a bench and wiping his face with a towel.]
Sterling as always, star. One day I'll get the better of you. Speaking of betterment, you said you had something special? What's the occasion?
[Action - All over, morning, OTA]
[Ted's been feeling funny these past few weeks, like one in the eye of a storm. A presentiment of peril that crept nearer and nearer; a call for action loomed that was both as exciting as it was frightening. It was like death as the Trumps knew it: an end and a beginning. And if it is an end, he had better make the most of whatever time he has left. Perhaps he's just being silly and melodramatic, like usual.
Perhaps not. It's morning, and like most Sunday mornings, it starts with him walking out of church, thinking out loud on what the sermon contained. These and other discursive, verbal meditations overpower his mind and mouth as he airs them into the ether, wandering aimlessly.]
"'Made sin'. Made sin? For all the injunctions to imitation, that one's impossible; none could know such a sensation, if sensory it was. A man can be crucified, killed, hated and torn by men. But made sin--only the perfectly pure can do that. Or...goodness, so much is possible in Genessia. Certainly more than I dreamed. If one could become sin...should they?"
"Aheh, the world plucks so many saviors, no doubt hoping that their heroics might transfer. Well, the world's unsaved still. What's taking them so long, I wonder? Is Genessia very difficult? Has destiny removed her favor, leaving them lost? Or does the world...dampen, somehow. Cast a pall. Lessen? Heroes of myth and legend take nine-to-fives, here. Good for them; no doubt it's saner. Yet for others, men more mundane, it seems to be working the other way. Hah, maybe it wants to give the ordinary the opportunity to be extraordinary? God help them; how are the conventionally sane to handle insane adventure?
"To be loved is good, and feels so. But suppose one were loved by a villain; what then? Treated well themselves and yet knowing the one who treats them so well holds others in unholy contempt. Does not one become complicit in the wickedness directed towards others? An accessory to the crime? How could one stand it? How is it possible to bear a love so unjustly preferential? Does being cared for so well obliterate the utter spite shown towards the stranger? Should woe be warned for the apple of the eye of the evildoer?"
[Ted will never mind being interrupted in these musings; always more fun to talk to others rather than himself. Speaking of others, he has a few to call.]
[Audio Calls - Closed]
To Sync: Hello, Sync! Has work been going all right? How about Ott, eh? Been learning the lessons therein, well enough?
To Sonico: Good morning, Sonico. I've finished the book, per our exchange. How about yourself?
To Koishi: Hello, Moon. Suppose I can't expect to meet one so nocturnal in the day, eh? Still, we've not seen each other quite enough; rather inexcusable for one with so many eyes. Shall we rectify that?
[Anon Text]
Where could a nuclear weapon, say for testing purposes, be most safely deployed? And how might the radiation from such an explosion be mitigated, if it came to that?
[Y'know. Hypothetically]
[Swordplay with Star was one of the most enduring constants in Ted's life. Satsuki had remained in the world longer than him, and he couldn't help but love her and her indefatigable instruction. It showed in that he practiced and sparred with her with ease; an unusual thing, for he'd normally find any combat with women forever an offense against beauty. And yet, whether through affection or repetition, it had become a reliable, relaxing routine. Even if her severity pushed him to uncomfortable limits, every so often.
Their fencing finished, Ted's resting on a bench and wiping his face with a towel.]
Sterling as always, star. One day I'll get the better of you. Speaking of betterment, you said you had something special? What's the occasion?
[Action - All over, morning, OTA]
[Ted's been feeling funny these past few weeks, like one in the eye of a storm. A presentiment of peril that crept nearer and nearer; a call for action loomed that was both as exciting as it was frightening. It was like death as the Trumps knew it: an end and a beginning. And if it is an end, he had better make the most of whatever time he has left. Perhaps he's just being silly and melodramatic, like usual.
Perhaps not. It's morning, and like most Sunday mornings, it starts with him walking out of church, thinking out loud on what the sermon contained. These and other discursive, verbal meditations overpower his mind and mouth as he airs them into the ether, wandering aimlessly.]
"'Made sin'. Made sin? For all the injunctions to imitation, that one's impossible; none could know such a sensation, if sensory it was. A man can be crucified, killed, hated and torn by men. But made sin--only the perfectly pure can do that. Or...goodness, so much is possible in Genessia. Certainly more than I dreamed. If one could become sin...should they?"
"Aheh, the world plucks so many saviors, no doubt hoping that their heroics might transfer. Well, the world's unsaved still. What's taking them so long, I wonder? Is Genessia very difficult? Has destiny removed her favor, leaving them lost? Or does the world...dampen, somehow. Cast a pall. Lessen? Heroes of myth and legend take nine-to-fives, here. Good for them; no doubt it's saner. Yet for others, men more mundane, it seems to be working the other way. Hah, maybe it wants to give the ordinary the opportunity to be extraordinary? God help them; how are the conventionally sane to handle insane adventure?
"To be loved is good, and feels so. But suppose one were loved by a villain; what then? Treated well themselves and yet knowing the one who treats them so well holds others in unholy contempt. Does not one become complicit in the wickedness directed towards others? An accessory to the crime? How could one stand it? How is it possible to bear a love so unjustly preferential? Does being cared for so well obliterate the utter spite shown towards the stranger? Should woe be warned for the apple of the eye of the evildoer?"
[Ted will never mind being interrupted in these musings; always more fun to talk to others rather than himself. Speaking of others, he has a few to call.]
[Audio Calls - Closed]
To Sync: Hello, Sync! Has work been going all right? How about Ott, eh? Been learning the lessons therein, well enough?
To Sonico: Good morning, Sonico. I've finished the book, per our exchange. How about yourself?
To Koishi: Hello, Moon. Suppose I can't expect to meet one so nocturnal in the day, eh? Still, we've not seen each other quite enough; rather inexcusable for one with so many eyes. Shall we rectify that?
[Anon Text]
Where could a nuclear weapon, say for testing purposes, be most safely deployed? And how might the radiation from such an explosion be mitigated, if it came to that?
[Y'know. Hypothetically]
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