<By the way, isn't odd how our voices are similar?>
<Like mine and Conny's?>
Aedan starts yelling in... Celtic? Yes, Celtic. He's saying something about finally having another supporter of the pagans on the team.
"Alice is fine for now... Mistress."
Ha! And may we spill the blood of many wyrms before the day is over!
Everyone hears some irritated growling over their mindlinks.
<...What the hell?>(And while I'm here...could you change your glow color, mcclay? It's practically unreadable for anyone not using darkling.
And while I'm here, could Alice get a glow color? Blue or navy, maybe?)
"Not to offend but... there's a lack of Wryms here for some reason."
Good! That means the scaly monsters have learned their place!
The growling intensifies and is accompanied by...scribbling?
"Well, I have some good news and bad news Corebus!"
Aedan then gives Corebus a funny and comprehensive lesson on history since the fall of Rome.
Will listens.
"You mean he doesn't have a crush on all the goddesses and female entities ever? About the only god I HAVEN'T seen him hit on was Hestia. HESTIA."
Richard walks in.
"Hey, Richard. Now that you bring that up...why hasn't he hit on Hestia?"
"Just lampshading how Kyle hits on everything with two X chromosomes and legs."
"When did he hit on Stella, Angel, Alice, and/or Meme? Also, which ones, and how often? I need to know so I can pummel Kyle properly."
"I don't know what you mean!"
Cue furious scrubbing.
There is now a long knife at his throat.
Fuck. Off.
"Interesting."
"Huh? What's going on?"
"A stranger with voices in her head walked up and was invited to stay. The usual, really."
"Okay."
Kyle is still in the corner. He doesn't seem to care.
"Shys'm Caes, we need to get that kid to a psychiatrist."("Shys'm Caes" being said in the same way someone not on a first-name basis with God might say "Good God".)
"Do you also kill birds for defending their nest, or ants that swarm out when you step on theirs?"
"If the birds or ants were killing me, yes. And you had other options, you, hm...you bloody quim."
"We do not actively hunt for humans for fun, or even nourishment, but for survival."
"Given the remote location and invisibility of your settlement, and the fact that in your lifetime you alone have killed nearly forty humans, either you are lying or you live in the middle of a highway."
"If that is a bad thing, then you guys are a group of villains, for killing the monsters that threathen the world, and could need a lesson in humility and a lower viewpoint."
"As it so happens, this requires an extremely improbable tale to be completely true, and that hundreds of people are somehow vanishing into one specific spot in the Outback without anyone noticing. Frankly, I'm growing increasingly convinced that you were shrunken down by some other mage and have since gained delusions about your origins. It fills in quite a few holes.
"Regardless, if this all turns out to be true and you were only defending your home from big bad meanies trying to turn your candy into broccoli, shut off the sun, or capture your people for food--and Kyle had no intention of swallowing, he doesn't count--I will then apologize for my viewing of you as delusional and/or murderous. Oh, and on that second note, I should probably file a report to the local police. How many people did you admit to killing? Thirty-eight, thitry-nine?"
"Peace talks you say? We are not at war with humanity, nor are we a menace. It's the giants that are a menace to *us*. But you are the descendant of a dragon ((assuming I caught that correctly)), so this is a viewpoint that you may never understand, because there might not be a single being in the world that doesn't take a dragon seriously."
"We don't even know you exist. If you don't do anything, the status quo will continue for everyone except you, who will be in jail for an absurd number of murders."
For my kind, that is different. Giants do not fear our needles."
"The needles with which a single individual can kill nearly twoscore humans with before she even starts to look old."
"You talk about treating me like a sentient being? The majority of your comrades treats me like a *toy*. Not even out of malice, they are not bad people. But simply because they don't know any better. To them, toying with smaller beings has been, from birth, just a game. Look at Meme. She has been the most welcoming person towards me in this entire household, and yet her first instinct was to offer me to live inside a *toy*. There is something inheritly wrong in the worldview of giants that makes it impossible to attempt *peace talks*, because peace exists between equals."
"...You're judging a whole species because one household of its children are unkind, illogical? What the hell kind of logic is that?
"And Meme meant no offense, it's just that the dollhouse was the only place small enough for you to sleep. And, again, she is a child. Do your kind come out of the womb fully possessing adult maturity, logic, and reasoning?"
"I have seen the difference in strength between giants and our kind with my own eyes."
"The size difference that lets you kill nearly forty 'giants' yourself."
"We *used* to attempt communication, once. It was a nice looking camper. We revealed ourselves, and at first, had nice talks. He showed great interest, and no malice whatsoever, and we held a festival to celebrate. Then he got drunk. The details of what happened next are different depending on whom you ask, but on the bottom line, he burned down a quarter of the city and ended almost a thousand lives before he was brought down."
"...You're avoiding humans because of one drunkard. Man. That is so stupid...how do your people get along with each other? 'The McHaisons' baby spit up on me! Clearly all McHaisons are untrustworthy bastards who will vomit on good people like us!'"(Seriously, what the hell, Haiwhatever?)
So stop talking of me as if I was a butcher who came to teach humans fear of our needles. I have not come to the giants to slay so many of them that they would come to fear us, but to join side by side amongst their strongest. Fight amongst them, against threats that are dangerous enough to threathen humanity, and stand victorious among them, as an equal and rival. Doing so will inspire future generations of my kind, that great things way and above their size are not out of grasp, and teach future generations of giants that we are not toys to play with as they please, and that consequences have to be expected. We shall earn humanities respect through valor. Only then, when the field has been leveled, can we come out of hiding."
"You know what would help a lot with people treating you like equals? You letting people who aren't drunk or children know of your existence! And that would also give you a more accurate picture of humanity."
<...This is why we need better communication with the healers. That, and maybe a way to mass produce stuff with Selina's power without exhausting her again.>
<Hm...do we have any data about genetic transmission of magical abilities? I have a couple potential plans...>
<Oh, I have to ask Shys'm Caes. Why did you make a race of tiny people who seem completely obnoxious about anything bigger than them?>
<Only things bigger than them?>
When Kyle responds he sounds disappointed.
<I take it the the robotic arm that I'm making isn't needed?>
<It was a nice thought.>
...But we have healers.
Hainuwele returns to the house, with the most self-satisfied grin, immediatly beginning to spread the story of the life she just saved, becoming more and more dramatic, and emitting the part other characters played more and more with every iteration
"Thanks for letting me overhear that story a dozen times. It lets me extrapolate back to the original, where I'm guessing you tried acupuncture to no effect before an actual healer came in and did all the work. Chiron, maybe one of Marie's friends helping?"
"Come on Meme, a weird looking stranger is offering you candy, he is totaly legit, you should go with him."
Hai gets flicked.
"What's wrong with you? Also, he's a friend of Anima's. He's safe."
"I'm like, Bethany Levenforth!"
"If you are like Bethany Levenforth, I can't help but wonder where the real one is."
"Sooooooo, you guys like, good now?"
"I like to think I'm always good. Otherwise, how will I get Christmas presents?"((And now I have to leave for work. I'll finish catching up when I return. Try not to post so much that I need to stay up until midnight just on RotMG again.))
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