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beholdmydemons) wrote2013-12-05 10:13 pm
beholdmydemons) wrote2013-12-05 10:13 pm
seventh fusion - audio
[Walter starts talking almost immediately after turning on the recording, sounding tired but as though his message was prepared ahead of time.]
You're the king of a country, and you hold a great contest - or a game. One man who comes to participate is very tall, and strong. Would you let him compete as any other, or bar him from the game to even those others' chances?
A man comes to a remote village, one that's remained as it is for a thousand years. He brings with him technology that would change life as the people know it, bringing them comfort and luxury. Should the village send that man away, or accept his gifts?
The person you love is gravely ill, doomed to sleep and never wake...you've tried every remedy you can imagine, and there's nothing left at your disposal. Would you tend to them for the rest of your life, or let them die naturally?
[He goes quiet, not sure what to follow that up with. The radio, playing tinnily in the background, switches to a holiday song that's been on at least five times already today.
...Yeah, that bears asking about. In just as tired a voice, but a much less rehearsed one:]
What the hell is Christmas?
[[ooc: canon update to end of first route split, complete!]]
You're the king of a country, and you hold a great contest - or a game. One man who comes to participate is very tall, and strong. Would you let him compete as any other, or bar him from the game to even those others' chances?
A man comes to a remote village, one that's remained as it is for a thousand years. He brings with him technology that would change life as the people know it, bringing them comfort and luxury. Should the village send that man away, or accept his gifts?
The person you love is gravely ill, doomed to sleep and never wake...you've tried every remedy you can imagine, and there's nothing left at your disposal. Would you tend to them for the rest of your life, or let them die naturally?
[He goes quiet, not sure what to follow that up with. The radio, playing tinnily in the background, switches to a holiday song that's been on at least five times already today.
...Yeah, that bears asking about. In just as tired a voice, but a much less rehearsed one:]
What the hell is Christmas?
[[ooc: canon update to end of first route split, complete!]]
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More importantly, did you just admit to being a huge friendless loser?]
Somehow, that doesn't surprise me in the least.
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That said, he's not following, um.]
I...well, if you say so?
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[If they can commisserate about God being stupid between verbal slapfight bouts, he would not complain at all.]
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[...] I wonder at what gods governed this world. [Because they did a bang-up job of it.]
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