stupid network banter | crystals

[wythersake]

FORM: Crystals
SENDER: Isaac
RECIPIENT: You!
NOTES: Roëmænce Partnær Quiz. This whole post is NSFW.

Now that we've the proper criteria, who do we think is compatible? Quietly simmering with lust, and unable to act upon it by virtue of their, oh. Virtues.

While we're at it, we ought to determine the next public breakdown. Perhaps we can reuse the quiz — Have you ever shared laughter, only while quivering with barely-controlled rage, etcetera —

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[laruetheday]

[ whaaaat ]

What starry-eyed gaze?

[wythersake]

I suppose that now I couldn't possibly comment. Unless I received a better offer,

[laruetheday]

What, like a full day's pay?

[wythersake]

A day's pay, eight hours a night unsupervised with my own stores, and not being run through with a spear.

[laruetheday]

Or I can just get her to tell me.

[wythersake]

Foiled again by the cunning of youth.

[laruetheday]

Or the power of friendship?

[wythersake]

Warm friendship?

[laruetheday]

No, I definitely got 'eternal lovers' when I took the quiz for Abs.

[wythersake]

[ just doing a little math about whether that's obtainable without the sixth question — ]

Ah. The power of eternity.

[laruetheday]

[ it is, if you pick the 3 point option for the first five... ]

Yeah, we know how long that is.

[wythersake]

[ oops

a delay, then privately, ]

Are you familiar with the structure of the Fade?

private ∞

[laruetheday]

Do I seem like the kind of person who'd be familiar with "the structure of the Fade"?

[wythersake]

You're bright, and Anderson reads. The Fade is a realm of dream, more accurately, a realm of thought; emotion. Those we bring to it impress themselves upon its substance.

[laruetheday]

Well... yes. I know that much.

[wythersake]

Then you know that those of significance last. Nothing eternal, but certainly, nearer to it than our flesh and blood. A hundred years from now, amid some tedious nightmare in which her teeth hatch to spiders, a dreamer may instead stumble upon some moment of your companionship, and the spirit that saw it worth preserving. Devotion, perhaps. Love.

[ and that spirit absolutely cannot be trusted. but that's a different lecture. ]

We don't know how long any of us get. We do know that it matters.

[laruetheday]

That's real romantic. Maybe someday I'll be a nice dream.

[wythersake]

Oh, I've faith you can be a terror if you wish.

[laruetheday]

[ a quiet laugh, genuinely pleased ]

Now you sound like a teacher.

[wythersake]

Maker, don't tell my students.

[laruetheday]

Ha. Seriously?

[wythersake]

Herbalism and alchemy, history and literacy. Poor manners, middling manners, basic theoretical magic, advanced applied magic, remedial applied magic, Antivan if you'd only like the word for 'no' —

[laruetheday]

Those are... a lot of things. Where I'm from people usually just teach one thing.

[wythersake]

I didn't even mention the Nevarran for 'no'. But I'd wager that you've traditionally found educated men and women a deal more common. Here we've beggars, and choosers, and the poor bastards minding both their letters.

[laruetheday]

Yeah, that's true. I was never one for school, though.