01 | voice

[cashlin]

Hey, gang! Hope some of you didn't get maimed-slash-dismembered over the last couple weeks. [stated as breezily as ever, way to go lilith.]

Got a PSA for you all. I know alcohol sounds pretty great, especially after the wendigo crap, but don't drink the stuff in the restaurants without checking it first. I got lucky with the first one I tried-- sorta tasted like a fruit cocktail kind of thing-- but one time a bottle got knocked out of my hands and it dissolved through the floor. So, uh. Yeah.

Also, does anybody else have guns around here? Are you restocking your ammo at all or are you just... rationing it out? I've been trying to look around the armory but every weapon there's of the stabby variety. That's great and all, but you can't shoot swords out of a shotgun.

[... no one tell her.]

That's it for now. Lilith, out.

Comments

[smited]

With or without the aid of some form of weaponry?

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[cashlin]

[Okay, now she's just going to show off. Lilith clicks the video feed on, props it up in front of her on her apartment's table, and... begins to demonstrate.]

Without.

[She grins rakishly and extends her arm: her hand's enveloped in a wavering aura of rippling purple-and-blue energy.]

Pretty sick, right?

text.

[smited]

[ cullen is both technologically illiterate and kind of a jerk, so he sticks with text. ]

You're a mage, then, or in possession of some other form of magic.

[ a moment later: ] Or is this technology I'm not yet acquainted with?

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[cashlin]

[she's 2lazy to switch back just yet, so she idly scrolls through her phone for the text on-screen, reads it, then looks back at the camera.]

Uh, nope. Siren. I'm pretty sure it's not magic or anything like that. [uttered with a 'wow, he seriously believes in magic' sort of inflection.]

text.

[smited]

I take it they do not have magic where you come from.

[ he's not offended. not after being here for a few months. ]

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[cashlin]

[fine, fine. she'll swap back too. she's too accustomed to the echocomm to send via text as often as people do here.]

not unless you're looking inside a game or a storybook we dont

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[smited]

Interesting. So how do you do that, if not with magic?

text 1/2 sorry cullen

[cashlin]

[long silence.]





I dunno.

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[cashlin]

I kind of just do? I dont really know how my powers work. Nobody does.

[blame gearbox.]

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[smited]

That doesn't worry you at all?

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[cashlin]

Hey, I'm not NOT trying to figure it out.

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[smited]

Fair enough. Though I don't understand why you would use something when you have no idea how it works or where it came from.

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[cashlin]

They work well-- SUPER well-- and I'm not dead. Knowing the mechanics is desired but optional.

What kind of idiot would I have to be not to use the powers I was born with?

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[smited]

Power always has a price. Do you know what yours is?

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[cashlin]

Don't care. I'll pay it to keep them, my powers are a part of me.

[famous last words.]

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[smited]

You may regret that someday.

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[cashlin]

we'll see about that.

[in the years to come, she'll wear herself thin for the powers-- for the sheer strength that comes with them. but she'd never regret it. that's not her.]

Who peed in your cereal this morning though? Seriously.

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[smited]

Who peed in my what now?

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[cashlin]

[oh my god]

What I mean is why are you being such a downer?

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[smited]

Because I've seen what happens to people who have no care for the price of their power. It's never good.

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[cashlin]

Hey, I can be careful enough.

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[smited]

Everyone says that.

Most everyone.

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[cashlin]

Yeah? what's happened to most of the everyones youve known?

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[smited]

They turned into abominations and were subsequently killed.

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[cashlin]

Well that's real cheerful.