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This Is Kanaya Maryams Livejournal
Or It Was But Then It Transformed Into A Dreamwidth When I Wasnt Looking
Im Still Not Entirely Clear On How That Happened

I Have Taken The Courtesy Of Not Speaking In My Blood Color Or The Standard Font To Display Cultural Sensitivity
Though If You Want To Converse In The Fashion To Which I Am Most Accustomed That Would Be Fine
If You Would Like Me Not To Represent My Enunciation Textually That Would Also Be Acceptable Though I Would Prefer Not To All Things Being Equal
It Causes Me Moderate Strain

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Thats All

Comments

[speakveryclearly]

Well, the alternatives are worse.

[Can totally tell Vriska is just being Vriska.]

[dicey]

Whatever. I'm glad that in Adstringéndum I can have my room as messy as I want.

[speakveryclearly]

Autonomy is certainly nice.

[FUCK you're reminding her how little of it she has in her asylum game...]

[dicey]

So is not worrying about stupid games. Or feeding lusii. Or culling drones. Or imperial drones, for the future.

[speakveryclearly]

True. I worry sometimes about the consequences of lacking the imperial drones, though.

[dicey]

Why?

[speakveryclearly]

Well, our -- entire species' future.

[dicey]

We need more than imperial drones for that! Face it, our species' future is fucked.

[speakveryclearly]

...you're probably right. But how on Alternia are we supposed to go on. When we can't even say "how on Alternia" anymore.

[dicey]

Who cares!

[speakveryclearly]

I do. Do you think I shouldn't?

[dicey]

I don't know. I guess you can if you want? I just can't really bring myself to.

[speakveryclearly]

You're sure about that?

[dicey]

Pretty sure, yeah.

[speakveryclearly]

I have the feeling that if I don't make an attempt to continue caring, a void will consume me.

[And then she'll try to fill that void


with



...blood]

[dicey]

I guess I know what you mean.

I'm in Adstringéndum now though, so it doesn't really make much difference to me.

[speakveryclearly]

That's true. I do still preserve the hope of returning home upon an endgame, though.

[dicey]

Not me.

[speakveryclearly]

I hear larger games do that sort of thing more rarely, yeah.

[dicey]

Yeah, no "end-game" in sight here!

[speakveryclearly]

All things come to an end, don't they?

I wonder if an apocalypse buff is a thing you can be on Adstringendum.

[dicey]

Probably. It is an apocalyptic city.

But who says it'll come to an end?

[speakveryclearly]

Do you really see the mundanes keeping you all there for eight years.

[dicey]

Yup!

[speakveryclearly]

[And she starts tittering and -- Vriska, this is why she pities you]

Well, then. [SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE YOU BUT...]