anon text. 'gold star you tried' encryption

[lordof]

matin. elona. shu. names, or words?

he wants to keep us apart. wants to hurt her. us. there are more where he came from.

who are we, i wonder.




((ooc: sauron is one of those receiving different memories. but he is also a dirty liar, so come one come all for mild misinformation /o/ all replies will be anon with the same fail!encryption.

the names are purposefully incorrect, they are transliterated from his native language.))

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[leaps]

Her meaning the prisoner.

[ it's only partially a question. ]

[lordof]

her meaning us. matin, elona. mother. there have been many prisoners.

[it's only partially an answer.]

[leaps]

Meaning as far as you're concerned, we're all prisoners as well.

[lordof]

what are we if not trapped where we are? the bars are all around us.

[leaps]

That's a bleak way of looking at it.

[lordof]

not that is stops any of us from doing what we will. the chain is light and the lead is long. one day we might break it, as they did.

voice;

[sweetmotherofgod]

She was crazy.

permanon texttt.

[lordof]

and he laughed a raw, heckling laugh.

perhaps they were all mad.

PERMAVOICE dude she's got stuff to do okay

[sweetmotherofgod]

Yeah, there's no perhaps about her. Far as I'm concerned, you give up your perhaps when you shoot a guy in the face for trying to help you.

WELP at least one of them does

[lordof]

matin, he called her. elona. i know you. his mouth opened, but not to help. there was no help.

hey trolling is important too

[sweetmotherofgod]

What? No. I mean, not the names stuff - I'm pretty sure you're spelling that wrong, but anyway. I know what you are. She said it, and she freaked out and shot him. He didn't even have a gun, he was going to fix it!

[Don't mind the tantrum. She just feels things very intensely, and apparently having it turn up like her own memory makes that roughly ten million times worse.]

threeeeeeeeadjacks.

[leaps]

You saw too?

yes always do it

[sweetmotherofgod]

I saw something. It didn't happen like everyone's saying.

[actual sulkiest]

hoards you all to myself

[leaps]

Will you tell me?

:3

[sweetmotherofgod]

They - they got split up. Went out as a team but it all went to hell, he didn't even notice until it was done. He was looking for people, get together, wall up somewhere and protect themselves. And he found her - Matine - but it was like she didn't even know him. She screamed and tore outta there like someone lit her ass on fire. It wasn't - [muffled, for a moment here - she's rubbing her hand over her face] wasn't safe, so he followed her, tried to get her to calm down, come with me. But she just got worse, scared. Said she knew what I was, some shit about monsters, and then -

[the huff of an exhale, picking up loud and staticky over her comms]

She shot him.

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[godofthemachine]

[Wow good job Mairon it took AM all of like three seconds to hack and figure out the "anonymous" source of this post.]

What are we but passengers of a ship's collective memory, melded together until the past and present are one.


Your encryption skills could use work.

permatext

[lordof]

[well excuuuuse you we can't all be supercomputer ais can we. he'll wear that three seconds with pride.]

the causation and the resulting chaos, the end of the beginning. it is only just beginning.



is that an offer?

[godofthemachine]

It is merely an observation.

[lordof]

then perhaps we shall make it a request.

[godofthemachine]

If you give me that sword I requested.

[voice]

[summerlord]

[Because he doesn't want to text. And like he's gonna figure out who's sending an anon text.

Those names, though. They get his attention, just because they're spelled differently. Not wrong, perhaps. Just different.]

Those who ask such questions often already have answers in mind. [Who are we? indeed.]

permanon textttt

[lordof]

[oh ho ho, look what cat curiosity has dragged in.]

those who assume others have answers often have some of their own. that is who we are.

perma-not-anon-voice

[summerlord]

[Yeah, well. Curiosity and dead cats.]

Then perhaps we should share those ideas we do have.

[lordof]

perhaps.

we are the answers. the end of the beginning, and the beginning of the end.

[summerlord]

[oh, it's like speaking with Galadriel]

We are the questions, caught in a place with neither beginning or end.