LIVE AND LET LIVE

[neigh_sayer]

Who: All and whoever!!
Where: Lobby/Lounge/Kitchen
When: 89 morning!! handwave before or after murder idc he'll be doing this for a while

[guess who was up at ass o'clock cooking and waiting for the cafe to open?? IT'S C, IT'S ALWAYS C

anyway when you come downstairs for breakfast or possibly brunch, there's quite a spread waiting. Most of it choice items from the cafe: macarons, muffins, dainty breakfast sandwiches, tea cakes, and such.

BUT there's also at least a 10 person meal's worth of bacon piled high on plates, deviled eggs, and sliced fruit. A pot of coffee is brewing and tea is made too. There's more of the cafe food, since that's always plentiful, but it looks like he didn't skimp on side items either.

C is dressed slightly less like a gremlin today, having brought down one of the alcheme thrones in the lounge and is well, lounging in it. He flashes a grin]

Gooooooooooood morning my lovely little false idols! How are you feeling? Great? Miserable? A whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you? Good, good!

Well, I've a very special announcement to make! It's been a while since we've all had a real heart to heart, don't you think? We're always going on about oh nooo, I died, oh no my feelings, or oh no demons! Demons are especially soooo boring now. Quick refresher for all you newbies--you're playing this game so those rascals can snatch you up and recruit you! Neeheehee, it looks like they're gearing up for something big. . .

But that got me thinking! Why should you all be busting your ass for them? When you could. . .be busting your asses, for me.

[at this point, he stands up on the throne with a grand gesture, spreading his arms]

Neeheehee! That's right folks! I'm officially throwing my hat into the ring! Becoming some demon's lackey is so dull, so I thought, why aim so low? A simple wish, going home. . .why settle. No, no, I intend to become a god. The whole package! I've already have a legion of followers, so this is the natural next step.

So consider this a recruitment breakfast! Oh, and don't worry. Neeheehee, even soon to be gods have to play by the rules! You don't have to put me before your teams or your lovers or your cat or whatever else. Just know that I've got you, when the time comes. . .well, some of you. As god, I'm gonna have to pass a bit of judgement, so not everyone can join. Sowwy!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWHO, that could all be bullshit! But come on on down for an Alcheme Brand Fortune~! And see exactly why you should join my faction!


Or just get some free grub and help me brainstorm a name for the new faction. I'm thinkiiiing. High-Cs? Capital C and all my Lowercases!

[as a side note, for everyone he's recruited that doesn't have one yet: they'll find a handstitched bandana outside their unit's door; it's white and checkered with their team colors.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Isn't it that simple? Even though death is cheap here, you want to go to the person your wronged and try to convince them that their death wasn't cheap.

[liftoft]

That's not really it... I don't mean that their death was super meaningful, I mean that I didn't make the choice lightly! I wasn't thinking "I don't know anybody on that unit, so I don't feel bad about choosin' them!"... it'll never be like that!

Getting hurt is awful, but... it's worse when it feels like nobody else notices or cares that you're hurting. Right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Depends on the person. I consider it a blessing when I don't have to deal with the unnecessary fuss after dying.

[liftoft]

Really? You wouldn't start feeling' weird about it if Fin was gettin' picked in those games over and over?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

My unit is different. That's not what I was talking about.

[liftoft]

You don't want people flocking around all worried and sympathetic?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Seems like a fucking waste of everyone's time.

[liftoft]

It's not your time, y'know? But I get you... I hate it when people worry about me...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It absolutely is my time if I have to suffer through their fretting.

And the difference is you want to worry about other people. Despite the fact you don't want the same extended to yourself. Curious.

[liftoft]

It's not really that weird, is it? Of course I wanna worry about people--the hero is supposed to take care of the people around him! Makin' people worry about me is all backwards!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The hero this. The hero that. Life isn't a fucking script where you're a stereotype. You can deviate from it and still be that.

[liftoft]

I mean, sure, but I don't get why it matters to you if I like givin' people reasons to worry about me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't give a shit about that. It's just fucking annoying that your reasons for your double standards is because it fits your fucking archetype.

[liftoft]

Hey, rude!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But not incorrect.

[liftoft]

[ siiiii-iiiigggg-hhhh ]

I dunno why you can't calm down about tryin' to categorize what kinda person I am for a conversation or two.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then trying having one conversation with me without mentioning the word hero.

[liftoft]

Whatever... you're so weird, man!