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@nightdoctor | Jonathan said "This is for your own good."
Bella lets out a little laugh. Not at him, necessarily, but at the idea that someone so much younger (not that he looked it, of course, Bella cursed with an eternally young face) thought he could dictate what was for her own good.
"Tell me more, darling. How exactly is this good for me?"
@nightdoctor | Dr. Ried sent "You need to rest."
Callisto bristles, a bit - both at the idea that he felt he could come in here and think to tell her what to do, but also that her lack of sleep was so obvious that he could see it.
"I'm fine," She says, as bluntly as good customer service will allow. After a moment, Callisto relents, huffing. "I get caught up and work through the night, is all. Nothing to worry about."
☾ ─── ⋆ her hand simply freezes. half way in the air. she had already taken a spoonful of yogurt and was about to place it into the blender. blue eyes lift and her whole head turns to the right. a customer is standing on the other side of the counter - but they could clearly see right into the kitchen. ❛ what ? what ? ❜ she asked. sure she was trying to make her smoothies a little more healthy. but she didn't think it was a crime to yogurt instead of ice cream ?
☾ ─── ⋆ @nightdoctor : asked ❛ dear god, have you gone mad ?
we do not have time to argue. we have to move!
a tree in the distance cracks, followed by the rumble of its crashing. not soon after, another. then another. whatever it is back there, it is very large.
"i cannot," the paladin insists, hand resting firmly on the pommel of his sword. heavy armor and thick jungles do not mix, the consequences of such seeming to culminate in this very moment. through the heat and dense brush, the possibility of a quick escape borders on improbable. "listen to me, i will just slow you down!" his great armor clangs with his efforts to keep up with the doctor as if shouting the same.
his footsteps falter, gaze turning back towards tumbling trees. "press on!" he calls over his shoulder. "i will hold it off for as long as i can."
I see the gods avert their gaze from me.
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God talk always seemed to come up around her. Talk of the divine and its wrath, of power and holiness and sacrifice. She hated it then and she hates it now. Maybe because she knows the truth and the truth is more than most could handle. There were no gods, the gods are dead. They made men, enslaved them, and then they died, victims of their own hubris. And yet God talk follows her around still. Only now they no longer call her a goddess or a demigod, she doesn't give them the chance to know what she truly is. She barely gives them the chance to know her name.
"Were you a holy man before this, doctor? Or do the whims of the gods only concern you now that you are cursed?"
we just cannot resist the violence.
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It wasn't a matter of resisting violence for her. It was a matter of constantly being pulled toward it. Her very duty demanded it. Those who sought the artifacts would resort to madness to get it. Those who had the artifacts would kill to keep it, no matter how good they may have been at one point in time. If she could do the whole job non-violently, she would. But alas, perhaps she is too much of a Spartan at heart because the battle will never leave her.
But the doctor before her, oh he was a different breed entirely.
"I'm not sure how reassuring it's going to be, but man has always been drawn to violence. It's just sometimes violence presents itself in different ways. Ways that others may find... not as savory or glorious." What difference was killing men in war or consuming their blood to survive? Someone was still dead by the end of it.
@nightdoctor: “vitamins, the one-a-day kind.”
memes, accepting
the dubious boy scowls at tablets within doctor’s hand. august was gaunt and sickly. (a life lived, penniless, scared, on the road. his diet lacks central nutrients.) purple blots his chestnut eyes like contusions.
“ no. ” a mutter, smooth, twang-in-voice. his hand tightens around his backpack. his scarred knuckles twitch. “ ain’t takin’ a thing from you...doc. ”
圭ちゃんのあいさつ、かわいー♡てなったけど
あとはひたすら岸君がかわいいだけの座談会だったなw
