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мarιѕol vιvaѕ ( orιgιnal. ) ([personal profile] champions) wrote in [community profile] therookery2018-10-07 08:21 pm

let's get deep

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Marisol Candelas Ximena Odalys Esmeralda Hierro Asturias de la Nieve Vivas
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: a question
WHEN: whenev
WHERE: Kirkwall (Hightown, probably)
NOTES: don't hate her because she's beautiful


You know, I feel it has been too long since I have had a chance to speak with many of you. That is the way when we are all working so much, no? The coming and going makes it so easy to work with people and never truly know them.

( Imagine her, if you will, reclined on a fainting couch, a glass of port lightly held in one hand, a cigarillo balanced between the fingers of the other, and wearing something appropriately luxurious. )

So, I am wondering, what does responsibility mean to you? More what you consider your responsibilities, than the offerings of a dictionary. Understanding one another is key, I hear.
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[personal profile] foxsays 2018-10-18 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Araceli's laugh is as abrupt as it is bitter.]

You've met other rifters or you've spoken with them, heard them on here. I'd be from here. A girl off a ship. Sailor father. Mother out of a brothel. There's little I'd need to change but this is my home now, I'm not blind to that. It'd be easier if that were the whole truth.
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[personal profile] foxsays 2018-10-20 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That won't stop being part of me: the sea is my blood, if you ever want to hear the stories I'll tell them but that doesn't change. What it does is give people easier leverage, I was at the negotations same as the mages were and I won't pretend that were our situations different, if what I'm posing now were what it was, I'd have a greater luxury when all this ends than you might. I'd be able to walk away, wouldn't I?

[If she hadn't been at the negotiations maybe she could sound hopeful or wistful about it. Instead, since she was there at it, arguing, trying to come to terms.]

So long as I remember, by my culture then nothing is lost. I know who I am, where I come from. But I'm not the flesh and blood that I was, I'm-- I'm something other. From the Fade through a spirit.