let's get deep

[champions]

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.

Comments

is there another way to imagine her

[wythersake]

Not 'working too much', then?

[indissection]

[ Well, well. That's a voice she hasn't heard in a little while. ]

I find responsibility to be quite the complicated thing.

[bouchonne]

Responsibility...I think of darkspawn.

[chainlightning]

Remembering - and, if the knowledge has been lost, finding it again.

[untiltheyarent]

Continuing your duties even if they have lost their joy, or their meaning. [Ennui party, folks] For the sake of something greater than yourself.

[in_death_sacrifice]

Responsibility is everything. You owe it to your allies, and you owe it to yourself, to carry out those responsibilities.

[foxsays]

Accountability, unasked for, unwanted, by anyone and everyone but still tossed in your lap like yesterday's fish guts. A state of blame.

[As if everyone doesn't have the same number of fingers curled into their own palms leaving welts.]

[sclavus]

What vows I make to others myself. Nothing more.

[ society can bite him. he's responsible for what he decides he's responsible for. ]

[thunderproof]

❰ oh, hey, this'll be funny. no one will believe her or care, least of all marisol. ❱

In Toril I was fighting against the return of a terrible god of undeath. It was my sole responsibility to stop him, or kill him if I couldn't. No one took me seriously and everyone mocked me for being young and foolish, but responsibility isn't there to make you feel fuzzy. I could do something, so I had to.