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crisisrain) wrote2012-08-13 06:27 pm
crisisrain) wrote2012-08-13 06:27 pm
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[It's such a lovely day in Luceti that Raven thought it would be quite nice to take the time to cook something new for his fellow housemates. Not out of generosity mind you, more out of sheer boredom since he had no intention of eating it himself. After flicking through the recipe books he had settled on making a refreshing coconut flavoured sorbet.
However, he wasn't expecting coconuts to be this difficult to work with and had no idea how to get it open. After struggling with a knife for twenty minutes he decided that it was going to take more extreme measures to get through it's deceptively furry shell. Using his bow he placed a magic spell into the ground, then jumped back and threw the coconut at it. As a result, the coconut exploded into little pieces and splattered across the front yard, not exactly what he was going for.]
That's it, I give up! [He sighed and scratched his head, he didn't want to waste the nice weather so he needed a new idea. So he decided to grab his journal and ask. Might as well clean up the mess he made too, thinking that maybe he should have just gone to the store to get a hammer instead of being so lazy about it.]
Alright, I'm tryin' ta make a nice summery dessert and I need some suggestions! I'm thinkin' something exotic? Ya know, the kind that screams a nice hot day at the beach? Sorbet, ice cream, parfait, all the stuff I hate eatin' myself and really I don't know all that much about.
However, he wasn't expecting coconuts to be this difficult to work with and had no idea how to get it open. After struggling with a knife for twenty minutes he decided that it was going to take more extreme measures to get through it's deceptively furry shell. Using his bow he placed a magic spell into the ground, then jumped back and threw the coconut at it. As a result, the coconut exploded into little pieces and splattered across the front yard, not exactly what he was going for.]
That's it, I give up! [He sighed and scratched his head, he didn't want to waste the nice weather so he needed a new idea. So he decided to grab his journal and ask. Might as well clean up the mess he made too, thinking that maybe he should have just gone to the store to get a hammer instead of being so lazy about it.]
Alright, I'm tryin' ta make a nice summery dessert and I need some suggestions! I'm thinkin' something exotic? Ya know, the kind that screams a nice hot day at the beach? Sorbet, ice cream, parfait, all the stuff I hate eatin' myself and really I don't know all that much about.
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Now, harder questions: when is it alright to snuff someone else's life out?
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I'd leave that sort of decision in someone else's hands... but if I had ta give an answer, sometimes there's things ya have to do, whether ya want to do them or not. And I'd never want ta kill someone.
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[WUH OH.]
You...sure about that, mate?
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But that's how the story goes, doesn't it? Seems ta be the same sort of idea in many worlds.
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Then maybe there's hope for folks like us? Fer some worlds souls are as important as any other organ in the body, in other worlds they're just myths and stories. I dunno about this world, but maybe we do have souls here? We do come back when we die after all.
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I suppose I've lost nothing by it, in the end.
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If we do have souls then, does that mean I'm one of those hundred yer gonna save?
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These horrid, horrid pamphlets.......
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They look kind of messed up. You been handin' these out?
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[Jack tilts his bottle back and takes a refreshing swig.]
Just for you. I don't think they're a good way, though. To save souls. Too hellfire and brimstone.
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If that's how yer gonna save souls then count me out.
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For science.
[BOTTOMS UP, RAVEN.]
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[He'll be knocking back the bottle himself. This soul stuff is too deep for a guy like him.]