don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

Oh stow it.

[ She does lower her "claws" but she keeps the predatory eyes, her emotions still running high. He hisses, keeping her eyes fixed on the ... man. ]

[hentopan]

Hah, not in the mood for a fight right now anyway.

[ It just would not be a good idea for a bunch of reasons. ]

So do you just hate Gods or what?

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Her own secret- ... ah, that's right, it didn't spell it out too explicitly, did it? Even if you could infer it between that and her dislikes on the profiles. ]

I've never met one before now, it always seemed to me their place was to sit back, unknowable to anyone and let their followers squirm and grow insecure for their love. Let them justify their prejudices through paranoia, and then purify themselves through whatever means the people at the helm tell them are best. ... So yes. I believe I have a great cause to say I hate the God of my childhood, and I've never heard of another fit to redeem the position.

[hentopan]

Keheheheh, some of them are like that. Others fuck things up by trying to help, because they think they know what's right for everyone. I was never interested in any of those bullshit games they like to play with their followers.

[ What you see is what you get, at least. ]

[matchbreaker]

... Yeesh. You really do just do whatever, don't you?

[ Hardly particularly divine, really. ]

[hentopan]

I hate being told what to do.

[matchbreaker]

So you've said. No idea who'd be bossing you around in the first place, though.

[hentopan]

Wouldn't you like to know. [ But he's not keen on elaborating, and this was supposed to be a short stop so he's grabbing a bottle of sake now. ]

Fun theology talk, old hag. [ He's gonna make to leave, if Elda has any last words. ]

[matchbreaker]

I'm younger than you!

[ BITCH.

... But yeah that's last words ]