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| Boss Posts: 132
Location: Zion's Reach
Magus Age: 121 years old
| Message #14955 Posted: Oct 19, 2008, 9:21 pm |
"You're a diplomat?" he said slowly, "And you're shocked at how dishonest and petty a man can be?"
"Of course how low a man can sink is one of the great secrets of the universe, but can you really claim ignorance with pride?"
"I'd say you've seen more of how this world doesn't work than is fair. You should know by now that people suck, but somehow thought that didn't apply to him?"
"You thought such a universal truth would just melt away, that innate duplicity would move aside and two people could become a perfect singularity?"
He shook his head. "I fully expect you're too drunk to understand me, but its obvious that you believed everything he said because he really meant it." |
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| Yamikuronue Posts: 1288
Location: Mottonsborough
Magus Age: 122 years old
| Message #14958 Posted: Oct 19, 2008, 9:53 pm |
| Yamiko sinks her head into her hands. "Ugh. No, you're right. I should have guessed. Everyone tried to tell me, but dammit, I believed in him. I guess I just wanted so bad for there to be exceptions I tossed out the rule." |
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| Boss Posts: 132
Location: Zion's Reach
Magus Age: 121 years old
| Message #14962 Posted: Oct 19, 2008, 11:45 pm |
"You ain't listening, Emokid," he shook his head with a grin. You can always tell the praise-worthy ones by how they only listen to criticism. "I just said I believed he meant everything he said to you."
"Barkeep, another drink." he called, "One of us is too sober for my drunken logic."
"Even you can believe he meant for his words to have the affect they did." he looked pointedly at the girl, "And you know a man who isn't aroused is even more impotent than an artist who isn't inspired."
"I don't believe anyone as smart as you could be fooled as completely as you say," he took the drink from the bartender and only sniffed it before he started digging in his pockets for a small bottle, "and until you believe that, maybe you'll consider this:"
He poured some of the glass into the bottle then poured from a flask into the glass, "Why couldn't he just keep telling you pretty lies?"
The mixture began to bubble and spit, bubble over if the glass had still been full, "If pretty lies is really all they were, its not hard to think it could go on forever. If he runs out of ideas, all he has to do is lie about how abscence makes the heart grow fonder, how separation only sweetens the touch, and you'd be out of sight, out of mind, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, you'd be in agony because you couldn't see him, but there's an ectasy in thinking he'd be in the same agony, just as desperate to see you again," He poured another smaller bottle into the glass, and the drink clouded with new color, wispy trails of it sinking to the bottom. "Misery loves company, doesn't it?"
"But of course he wouldn't run out of ideas. All he has to do is want to," he coughed once, "know "everything about you" and you'd tell him exactly what to say. If he was listening."
"Now, me, I haven't asked you a question that wasn't rhetorical, so you know I'm not interested." He cracked an egg over the brim of the glass, but instead of viscous albumin or yolk, a fine powder came out. "But then if you say he stopped telling you pretty lies because he "got what he wanted," I'm afraid you're just too dumb to be interesting."
The powder "steamed" as it hit the beverage. Actually, it was an aromatic vapor wafting up, the same color as new concoction. "Only a fool believes that you don't have anything to offer, either now or in the future, and only a bigger fool would risk losing a lot of good things by giving you up."
He slid her the old drink in the bottle. "I don't believe anyone can lie to someone as smart as you for very long, so either he was sincere romantic, prone to romantic foolishness, or he lied to get close to you, until he got close enough to really see you, and found out too late that he couldn't lie to someone he truly loved."
He settled in with the more interesting drink, "Either way, I'm going to make you admit he was a short-sighted fool." |
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ShanPosts: 589 Location: Arzenbourg Magus Age: 133 years old Clan: ARROW | Message #14963 Posted: Oct 19, 2008, 11:46 pm |
He looks up at the ceiling and tries to clear away his cynical mood with a soft chuckle.
"Heh, it's just bad luck, really. The world's too unpredictable for rules.
Stuff happens. Bad or good, you make it work." |
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| Yamikuronue Posts: 1288
Location: Mottonsborough
Magus Age: 122 years old
| Message #14965 Posted: Oct 20, 2008, 12:21 am |
| Yami snorts, then lets out a low, dark laugh. "Your speech is wonderful, but it assumes one thing - that he came clean. Thing is, I'm not as much of an idiot as I seem - I figured him out and called his bluff." She takes a swig from the bottle, then coughs a little. "Gah. I'm half surprised nobody's come hunting for me yet. I'm supposed to be drafting surrender terms." |
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| Boss Posts: 132
Location: Zion's Reach
Magus Age: 121 years old
| Message #14967 Posted: Oct 20, 2008, 12:58 am |
"Too sober for my drunken logic," he lifted his glass.
"I'm glad to see you're not drafting surrender terms, even if you think you're supposed to."
"Still I don't suppose you'd admit that having you figure him out was definitely finding out too late that he can't really lie to you."
"Nor that not being able to come clean, however much he wished to, and thereby risk losing you only proves how much he loved you."
He stood up, "Because men. Are bastards."
"Anyway, you can't surrender to a bastard, and I can't spend all break here without getting some food." He waved back as he headed out the door, "Don't budge while I'm gone now." |
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| Yamikuronue Posts: 1288
Location: Mottonsborough
Magus Age: 122 years old
| Message #14974 Posted: Oct 20, 2008, 2:39 am |
| "I meant for NWO," she mumbles to herself, running a hand through her hair. "He's got one thing right, drunk or crazy or whatever he might be." |
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ShanPosts: 589 Location: Arzenbourg Magus Age: 133 years old Clan: ARROW | Message #14976 Posted: Oct 20, 2008, 3:42 am |
"I think we're all a little crazy... at least... probably..."
Shan reaches for his water again, but his cup is empty.
His whole body droops with (slightly exaggerated) disappointment.
"...aw..." |
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