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[fionnuisce]

[Standing in front of the terminal, Waver looked like hell. More accurately, like he got the hell to a terminal within two minutes of sleep paralysis wearing off. His suit jacket forgotten, the usual sunglasses were hanging off a collared shirt as black as his disheveled, untied hair.]

[Let it never be said Waver Velvet was an unkempt mess; there were just much more important things to consider right now than his personal appearance.]

I have a question. Technically several, though all geared toward the same subject.

Has there yet been any evidence of limits to this place's resurrection capabilities? An upper limit on times one can return, for example?

And what of side effects: has there ever been any indication of lingering illness or other such afflictions?

You'll have to excuse me if these are stupid questions. I hadn't had time or reason to consider the implications of this until now.

Comments

[fionnuisce]

Afraid not. God forbid one not have a bloody sunshine and rainbows disposition, right?

[true_noir]

Or openly join the resistance against the administrators when it might mean their permanent destruction. Yes, I'm quite used to being a cog that doesn't quite fit.

[She liked it, too. It made her stand out among armadas of stand-alone individuals, and she was a special little snowflake, the "True Noir," and she wanted people to know it any way she could.]

[fionnuisce]

While I find myself more on the side of resisting, I honestly can't say I fault you for the opposite.

[true_noir]

I will admit that I'm more or less neutral to them, which is not quite the same as it was in the last world I was captured to.

[fionnuisce]

I'll give you credit for not actively obstructing people against them, assuming that is in fact what's going on.

[true_noir]

I have no reason to. There is little clear merit in either side, at least to me.