animus_network | First Specter; Text/Action

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I find it a little weird that I was supposedly saved from the apocalypse when the apocalypse already came and went several hours ago.
Little late to the party there, mysterious letter-writer.
But whatever.
Accidents happen, nobody is perfect, and by the way: you have horrible taste in accessories.
To be honest, I am slightly more concerned with the fact that I appear to be alive again.
So I am guessing that I was either lied to or some other, outside force interferred with the way things were supposed to go.
Because this place seems like a far cry from what I was promised.
Or perhaps this is

[Nope, changed his mind apparently, abrupt subject change is a-go!]

Dave, Rose, Jade, please let me know if you ended up here as well, hopefully the four of us together will be able to figure this shit out.
And if someone would be willing to give me a more in-depth low-down of this place, I would appreciate it.
The letter was informative and all but I think a first-hand account might be better in this case.
In addition, I seem to find myself in need of a blacksmith or anyone who deals with weapons repair.
Alternatively: the location of the nearest alchemiter.
It seems that our kind, anonmyous host decided to break my weapon and shove it into a trunk when they saved my life.
And I would really rather not be caught unarmed.

Oh, and one more thing.
If anyone happens to run across a larger-than-average, bipedal, yellow salamander, please let me know.
Losing functionality of my sylladex seems to have made me lose track of Cheryl again.

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[A short boy in a rather dark outfit can be found wandering around the dormitory levels. It seems that he doesn't want to stray too far and chance getting lost or losing terminal access in case somebody answers his questions. He's clearly looking for something, pausing at every nook and cranny and looking behind every terminal he passes. Fortunately, he refrains from trying to barge into anybody's room. The search for his ~~loving daughter~~ salamander hasn't gotten quite that desperate yet.]

[Won't it be sad when he finally realizes she isn't here?]

[Feel free to bother him, it's not like he has anything that's actually important to do right now.]

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Just as soon as you prove worth helping. I'm not exactly holding my breath on that, but who knows? Miracles happen every day.

Are you one of those routine types who has to fold their towels a certain way and eat the same thing for breakfast every morning?
Random question, I know, but really it's the second part that I am interested in.
Because it seems like somebody pissed in your Wheaties this morning and frankly that's not a flavor I enjoy, so I would like to avoid it if at all possible.

Seriously though, if you're just going to be a jackass until I "prove myself," I am not going to bother answering you again after this.
I can think of better ways to spend my time.

Yes, that is exactly it! My favorite brand of oatmeal was poisonous this morning and that combined with the fact that I didn't get enough hugs as a child means that I'm going to take it out on you.

And not, you know, the more plausible idea that not everybody vomits rainbows when they receive the honor of talking with you.

But hey, if you don't want to get your next alternate universe sessionmate bingo tile and jump straight to the torture porn that abounds around here be my guest. Watching you assholes fuck up never gets old.

Wow.
Just wow, that's really all I have to say here.
The crowd is going wild over how far you took that out of context and ran with it.

Hey, give yourself some credit. You knocked the ball out of the park, I just recorded the incredible hit for posterity.

Pretty sure all I did was be irritated over the fact that someone who I just met apparently decided that civility was just a waste of their time.
If I remember correctly, all I did was ask a few basic questions.
You are the one who decided to insult me right off the bat instead of saving that shit for, oh I don't know, maybe after we actually had a conversation and I actually did something to deserve it.
Do you really have that much trouble being nice when you meet someone for the first time?
First impressions are hard to change, Miss Strider.
I don't know if some random alternate John did something to piss you off or what, but I'm not him.

Hey, you figured out who I was all by yourself! Assuming that somebody didn't feel bad for your sorry ass and tell you first, congratulations on reaching basic comprehension skills.

I don't need to have a fucking conversation with to know that you're going to be a complete asshole who is a liability at best and total headache at worst. Alternate universes have constants that run through them, and shit like that is a big one.

I've had a first impression of you before you ever showed up, same as every other sorry John who dragged his ass through this tower. Get over the fact that no iteration of you is worth the effort of 'real' manners or stop bitching.

[So jade might have told him. Whatever, she doesn't need to know that.]

Ahahahaha!
Wow.
Really?
Just wow.
Yeah, I'm done now.
There is really only one Rose whose opinion I give a shit about, so you keep on thinking whatever the hell you want.
It's no skin off my bones.

[Say whatever else you want, Rose, but like he said: he's done. He's not even going to bother reading anything else you have to say.]

Christ, you've got to be the easiest John to rile up that I've ever run into. Go on and walk away from the mild argument that's too much for you, wouldn't want you to pop a blood vessel.

Considering that every other version of me's been a complete hack I'm not too heartbroken over losing the esteem of someone who'd think her opinion was worth more than a sack of shit.

[she doesn't mind at all. a ragequit is a win for her in the neverending game of 'be as antagonistic as possible to every alternate version of your sessionmates'

the fact that it's a John this time just makes it all the sweeter. her John is an unflappable cheerful fucker and this is such wonderful vicarious revenge.]

[It's funny how you think you have him riled up Rose. If he had bothered to read this message, he would have been laughing again. Because while you did have him pretty well and irritated at first, your last comment pretty much put a pin in that anger bubble and sent it flying across the room.]

[He literally just has no fucks to give about you, your opinions, or your anger. Honestly, it makes him laugh now and he can think of better ways to spend his time than carrying on a conversation with an angry brat who obviously doesn't really want to talk to him anyway.]

[More important things like finding his beloved salamander daughter and hanging up posters in his room.]

[man why are you John Lalondes always such egregious douchebags who appear impervious to being antagonized into an area Rose is comfortable interacting in >(

she hopes your salamander gets eaten by one of the monsters and that it takes your leg off with it before pissing on the posters. or something.]

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