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Forge Contact II
You've reached Priscilla. Please leave your message as you prefer. I will absolutely return your contact, especially in the case of business concerns!
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I'm sorry I left that terrible message up for so long!
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I'm sorry I left that terrible message up for so long!
[beep!]
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I hope it's fun.
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There will always be more snow, Priscilla. [When you're in a better ...space, perhaps. She can't even begin to guess what's happened. Well, she can guess, but she'd rather not, because she knows it's likely off the mark.]
You know where to find me if you have need. [And she'll pretty much drop whatever she's doing if you do.]
...idek.
Like. Um. Say a tiger. Or a... bear?
oh pris, ilu
[????]
[HDHKAHDKA WAT DDJALJLA]
[You found a tiger? No. Wait. A bear?]
[I'm not supposed to understand this at all, am I? Just ...answer it?]
I wouldn't say that it is impossible.
Although, their nature should always be in mind, and it is best to remain guarded. They are predators, after all, no matter how docile they may seem.
[DON'T DO IT. DON'T ASK DON'T ASK FFS JST KEEP QUI--]
...why do you ask?
She just gets more ridiculous.
Um... It was just a thought, really.
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[Not really.]
/sob p-pets her
Hm.
It's unpredictable, either way. There are always the odds that a wild animal won't turn on its [WE ARE TALKING ABOUT BEARS, HERE, AREN'T WE?] ...caretaker.
I wouldn't say that those odds are even, but there it is.
She needs it. SHE. NEEDS IT.
The kinds of stories you tell children.
It's funny when you think about some of them. They're told so simply and they end so well, but if you think about what it would be like to live them... the heroes and heroines would be so frightened, and so confused before the happy ending.
They wouldn't even know that the ending would be happy.
PETS WITH CAPSLOCK HANDS IDK
[Were they full of wild animals? Or is that. Ah. She might know where you're going with this. Honestly, a family of bears would be easier, but.]
I would like to think that they would be able to rise above the terror, and the confusion. [Sigh. Headshake.]
Forgive me, rise above is not the best word choice - perhaps it's walk through.
They wouldn't be heroes and heroines otherwise.
Sometimes, things are happiest when we look back on them. That is unfortunate, because there is always distance between the two. That is not the way things should be.
Superawesome badass petting!
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...if you're a normal person, and you live with a bear, even if it's nice to you all the time, you must be worried, too.
I thought about not talking to him anymore. I even mentioned it to him. He said... not to take away his reason for trying. And that I wouldn't like the result.
...it isn't-- ...I'm not worried that he'll hurt me. But I worry that he'll hurt everyone else. And I don't think I can separate from him, because I don't want him to... do anything terrible, but the thing is...
The thing is. Part of me is glad that I can't. Or... most of me. Is glad that I can't. Because even if he is a monster, I still...
I still.
[...silence. For a bit.]
It's a little like blackmail. But I was glad for the excuse. Is that terrible?
/BADASS PETTING WITH SOBBING
I would wager that none ...or nearly none of us here are normal. At least, not among those of us who have been brought here forcibly.
It's a lot like blackmail. It's something like the razor's edge. And it's an unbearable weight on your shoulders, truthfully. Had he no reason to restrain himself I doubt any of us would like the result, were we left alive [or brought back] to see it.
[Oh, thinking aloud. Thinking aloud.]
Then again, perhaps it could be borne because you are not normal. You are like one of the heroes, or heroines from the stories?
[Silence. There aren't even any brackets for this. Just.]
No, it's not terrible.
And even if it were, maybe I'm wrong, maybe it is a little terrible - it doesn't make you terrible.
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I still cared for you. Greatly. [Oh, pause. And her voice becomes very quiet. Measured. But mostly quiet.]
After you awakened. I couldn't loose myself of it. It was tied up in fear and regret and self-flagellation, but beneath it all was love.
/SOBS WITH
[A joke? Maybe. She doesn't laugh.]
I don't feel like a heroine, Irene. I feel like I'm standing at the edge of the dark, trying to pull him out. But instead... he's pulling me in, a little at a time. I can't be a heroine. Heroes don't love dragons; they slay them.
But I still want to help him.
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Maybe. [But you're stuck with her, Pris. Just like everyone is now stuck with ...him.]
You may well be standing at that edge, and I've no doubt of the darkness beyond it. But I also know that as small as it might seam, and as dim the beacons, there are many here, including myself, that will do all they can to pull you back, no matter what.
How could you not want to help him? [You're more human - more connected to humanity, even if it slips by degrees in his presence. All the more frightening is the knowledge of how monstrous she would be should she be dragged down and into that darkness.]
The repercussions of slaying this dragon are outside of the real of fairy tales, I think.
[Pause forever!]
There is very little I can offer you that I have not already, but I will willingly walk into the darkness with you, should you have need of it.
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...it's a romantic story, really. In the end, he changes into a prince because he loves her.
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I'm not that naive, Irene. I don't think he's going to turn into a prince. But I can try to um. Quiet the beast, a little.
But.
Promise me that if he gets to me... if he turns me into a beast instead... promise me you'll slay me. Just like any monster.
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A little.
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[The sound of surprised laughter. It's soft, unchecked, and fueled by buried fear.]
I promise I will make every attempt. But we both know that you would kill me in an instant. I am not even an afterthought to ...that Priscilla.
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I like to think there's a reason for that.
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You're right. There are always reasons.
[Even if they aren't good. Or make little sense at the time.]
[Truth be told, I'd rather take his head, if I were able. Although, if I were I'd likely stay my blade at your word.]