OTA | Sending Crystal

[alankazam]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Alan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Maybe y'all should keep closer track of your crystals
WHEN: Waves hands vaguely
WHERE: Everywhere
NOTES: Jack away...I'm sure there's a better way to phrase that

Hello, little rock.

You ask so many questions. All day, all night, and in all voices. What's worse than dying? Who are elves? How do you kiss one?

Listen to me: I can ask questions too. What are stars made of? Who put them there? Do you think they must have been very, very tall?

And — Who do you belong to?

Comments

[nonsibi]

Pretty much, yeah.

What happened to the woman you got it off of?

[alankazam]

They should come in more interesting shapes.

[ A pause, as he considers how to phrase this: ]

Too much had been eaten to tell — they'd already taken an arm. She had long, red hair, and most of her teeth. She wouldn't sleep, she was very angry.

oh my god Dewey i laughed

[nonsibi]

[uh.]

She still there? [Also, wait--] Are you all right?

[alankazam]

I'm all left over, [ So...yes? ] Anger made her slow. Easy to fool. She's resting now, in the fires of the Maker.

Did you know her?

[ there can't be that many gingers in an entire country based off the celts ]

[nonsibi]

Probably not. There's a lot of people who could match that description.

[Or at least the identifiable parts might match, anyways. It's a grim thought, and not funny--actually it's a little horrifying considering this conversation is likely taking place beside that corpse.

So.]

You're saying you fooled her?

[alankazam]

Yes. When she tried to strangle me, it gave me her hands. The rest was simple.

There were no names in her things. I drew a picture of her, on her map — if anyone looks for her, maybe they'll know.

[nonsibi]

That's-- good.

[Maybe. The dead should be remembered, but some people should just be dead. Then again, everything about this conversation so far has been highly unclear; maybe he should get more facts before making a judgement either way.]

Hey, where are you?

[alankazam]

South. Very south, but before the sun goes out. It’s peaceful. The Wild Ones don’t come here, they say it’s cursed. There was a house here once, and the elders remember.

[ he's Helping ]

[nonsibi]

["Helping"]

Which elders?

[alankazam]

Andros Tentrees and the Grey Mother, likely others of their tribe and years. There are not many of those. This not an easy place to grow old.

[nonsibi]

Yeah, well, with the way things are, I don't think there's anywhere where it's really easy to grow old. Not anymore, anyways.

You know none of this is really all that helpful, right.

[alankazam]

In a casket, perhaps. [ Presumably that's why people do weird shit like bury their dead. ] What would you say, if you were being helpful?

[nonsibi]

I don't think a casket counts as getting old.

[Just dead.]

For being helpful, I guess it'd depend on whether or not you want some help.

[alankazam]

The meat ages, the bones. I could use answers, more than help, but I'll not turn down either.

[nonsibi]

[Not exactly comforting.]

Answers for what?

[alankazam]

The Inquisition. Has it been worth it? To you?

[nonsibi]

That depends on what exactly you're asking about. Has it been worth it as a place to live? An occupation? A cause?

I've lived in worse.

[alankazam]

And the occupation, the cause?

[ He assumes now, that Bellamy's in it for the place. It's the real point of asking. ]