[ As he's released he shuffles a little in place, righting his shirt as discreetly as possible, and lifts his chin to meet the Boxer's stare with his own. It's not defiant, not exactly, but it is intense and unblinking. Vigilant. Receptive, maybe unsettlingly so, as if to say "you had something to say, so... say it."
But the thing Boxer says startles a laugh out of him, a short, clipped sound, mostly humorless. ]
Was it that—but, no, I'm, hah. I'm not that optimistic. But I am a little. Surprised. At how quick you took to it, the both of you. Made it your own. I'd say it's become something else now, altogether. Something else entirely.
[ He casts it one more wistful glance. Maybe it's true that in a sense the Transistor goes where the Transistor wants. How disappointing. He'd be lying if he said that didn't sting some. ]
[ He tilts his head a little, assenting. Certainly it's reasonable. ]
If I've learned anything after this long, it's... anything is possible. But, it's true there are a looooot of remarkable people in there. Now, let's not undercut our hosts'... [ he holds onto the consonant a little, a soft hiss, finding the word ] generosity, here, I mean, what cause could they have had to rescue hundreds upon thousands—more than that, probably, these many, many people, this many people? Was it... altruism? Or, or mercy? Shelter from the Storm.
[ The waltz is hitting its denouement; Royce's eyes cut to the open balcony doors, seeking out Thesa low on the horizon. ]
A Storm that, apparently, would've wiped us all out anyhow. Given enough time.
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11/2017 | BOXER (el nysa tdm)
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[ As he's released he shuffles a little in place, righting his shirt as discreetly as possible, and lifts his chin to meet the Boxer's stare with his own. It's not defiant, not exactly, but it is intense and unblinking. Vigilant. Receptive, maybe unsettlingly so, as if to say "you had something to say, so... say it."
But the thing Boxer says startles a laugh out of him, a short, clipped sound, mostly humorless. ]
Was it that—but, no, I'm, hah. I'm not that optimistic. But I am a little. Surprised. At how quick you took to it, the both of you. Made it your own. I'd say it's become something else now, altogether. Something else entirely.
[ He casts it one more wistful glance. Maybe it's true that in a sense the Transistor goes where the Transistor wants. How disappointing. He'd be lying if he said that didn't sting some. ]
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12/2017 | ROSALIND (olympia-wyver holiday ball)
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That's possible, too.
[ He tilts his head a little, assenting. Certainly it's reasonable. ]
If I've learned anything after this long, it's... anything is possible. But, it's true there are a looooot of remarkable people in there. Now, let's not undercut our hosts'... [ he holds onto the consonant a little, a soft hiss, finding the word ] generosity, here, I mean, what cause could they have had to rescue hundreds upon thousands—more than that, probably, these many, many people, this many people? Was it... altruism? Or, or mercy? Shelter from the Storm.
[ The waltz is hitting its denouement; Royce's eyes cut to the open balcony doors, seeking out Thesa low on the horizon. ]
A Storm that, apparently, would've wiped us all out anyhow. Given enough time.
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12/2017 | VARIOUS (olympia-wyver holiday ball)
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team rep!
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