[Depending on the sensitivty of Namur's sniffer, he might make out
that Ted's clothes aren't the usual. Cotton, polyester, life fibers.
Though just how alive they are is a matter of some debate; a symbiotic
organism with a very slight hint of parasitim. But even this one came from
an archway, whose denizens are completely soulless. Not that Ted's very
clear on whether they had souls to begin with. Or maybe Ted's just used to
talking a lot, even with a little air.]
[Ted waned. He hated it when people preached practicality. Even when
they were right, they were enervating. Now Ted's too tired to be tactful,
and so came to merely saying everything.]
"...I want more than that.
You helped my city simply because I asked. You gave me a nickname. You
invited me into your home to eat and talk and divulge dreams. Best of all,
you burned with enough righteous indignation to boil the sea. All rare and
precious as buried treasure. Then you go and say a thing like that. You
show me nothing but gold, then, like the worst pirate, you lock it up and
throw it overboard to the bottom of the ocean. Who wouldn't be incensed
after that bait-and-switch? Who's turned on who?" [Ted had no idea
what to do with Namur. He came so close. And now he...what, should be
content to make strategic alliances? Be satisfied with strange bedfellows?
It wasn't good enough. So little was. And yet...]
"Why, then, do I still like you, Namur? Why, after being such an ass, do I
still believe you're decent?"
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Re: action
Date: 2016-08-28 02:17 pm (UTC)[Depending on the sensitivty of Namur's sniffer, he might make out that Ted's clothes aren't the usual. Cotton, polyester, life fibers. Though just how alive they are is a matter of some debate; a symbiotic organism with a very slight hint of parasitim. But even this one came from an archway, whose denizens are completely soulless. Not that Ted's very clear on whether they had souls to begin with. Or maybe Ted's just used to talking a lot, even with a little air.]
[Ted waned. He hated it when people preached practicality. Even when they were right, they were enervating. Now Ted's too tired to be tactful, and so came to merely saying everything.]
"...I want more than that.
You helped my city simply because I asked. You gave me a nickname. You invited me into your home to eat and talk and divulge dreams. Best of all, you burned with enough righteous indignation to boil the sea. All rare and precious as buried treasure. Then you go and say a thing like that. You show me nothing but gold, then, like the worst pirate, you lock it up and throw it overboard to the bottom of the ocean. Who wouldn't be incensed after that bait-and-switch? Who's turned on who?" [Ted had no idea what to do with Namur. He came so close. And now he...what, should be content to make strategic alliances? Be satisfied with strange bedfellows? It wasn't good enough. So little was. And yet...]
"Why, then, do I still like you, Namur? Why, after being such an ass, do I still believe you're decent?"