Jill Valentine (
survivethis) wrote in
hadriel2017-03-15 01:22 pm
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Video - Patron Gods Event
[Video broadcast begins with Jill mad as hell! She's had enough and she's not gonna take it anymore!]
That's it! I've had enough of the gods playing with us. We're not toys for them to wind us up and watch us go once a month for their amusement.
And I know I'm not the only one pissed off about all this.
Maybe the gods are too cowardly to do nothing else but show their faces on the network, so let's take it to their doorsteps.
( The second person in this broadcast is unfamiliar but to the few who've run into her for her first few days here. Really, Dylan hasn't got the experiences or history to talk about the gods in the same way, but they did drag her away from something important to… serve as food? What the hell?
But, more importantly, this friendship bracelet? Has her determined to win whatever the heck sort of contest this is. Which is why she's with Jill, outside one of the temples and stood next to a bunch of supplies - toilet paper, random scavenged foods, paint, rubble - with a bucket of paint in her hand. )
We're taking back our control.
( By splashing paint all over the temple? Kay, Dylan. Okay. )
You better not be too scared to join us.
[ooc: You will find similar supplies at every temple for you to let your rage loose at the gods! Logs can appear here or in the designated log community. When replying to the network post here, you can tag Dylan, or Jill, or both!]
That's it! I've had enough of the gods playing with us. We're not toys for them to wind us up and watch us go once a month for their amusement.
And I know I'm not the only one pissed off about all this.
Maybe the gods are too cowardly to do nothing else but show their faces on the network, so let's take it to their doorsteps.
( The second person in this broadcast is unfamiliar but to the few who've run into her for her first few days here. Really, Dylan hasn't got the experiences or history to talk about the gods in the same way, but they did drag her away from something important to… serve as food? What the hell?
But, more importantly, this friendship bracelet? Has her determined to win whatever the heck sort of contest this is. Which is why she's with Jill, outside one of the temples and stood next to a bunch of supplies - toilet paper, random scavenged foods, paint, rubble - with a bucket of paint in her hand. )
We're taking back our control.
( By splashing paint all over the temple? Kay, Dylan. Okay. )
You better not be too scared to join us.
[ooc: You will find similar supplies at every temple for you to let your rage loose at the gods! Logs can appear here or in the designated log community. When replying to the network post here, you can tag Dylan, or Jill, or both!]

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For the record, I don't trust these gods either. But I don't approve of inciting riots and mobs, and I don't approve of bullying either.
You're a grown woman, and your response to someone disagreeing to your plan is to call names and throw eggs at them. At this point I hope that you're trying to win this competition, because otherwise you're just embarrassing yourself.
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Talking to you is the most embarrassing thing I've done all day. Or month. Or year. Yeah, the most embarrassing thing all year.
[His attempt at standing up to her appears meaningless to Jill.]
You don't stand for bullying? Well, I don't see you doing a damn thing about it. You wanna lecture me? That's not going to stop me. Someone like you doesn't have the power to do anything right. Let alone protect anyone.
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Don't mistake my patience for inaction. The gods can take care of themselves but if you threatened to physically harm anyone else, then I wouldn't hesitate to intervene.
But I don't believe in unequal responses. I can only try to convince you, failing which I can only wait for you to finish and leave.
[He's not Brotherhood anymore. But inside he is still steel, and he is unyielding.]
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[He seems all talk to her.]
But fine, stand there while I continue to trash this temple.
[Jill grabs a bucket of paint with the intention of walking right past him. Is he going to stop her? She doubts it.]