[OPEN] knockin' on heaven's door

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WHO: Kaworu Nagisa and fellow members of Brimston.
WHAT: Being a nosy little brat
WHERE: Brimstone Dorm
WHEN: Soon after arrival
WARNINGS: Nothing now. Will warn if anything comes up.



[Hello, fellow member of Brimstone.

A day or after you arrive, someone will come knock on your door.

Well, technically, first he grabs the handle and tries to open the door. There's a pause and then the knock. It's not a soft, inquiring knock, it's an energetic knock that goes on much longer than really necessary, like it's done by someone who doesn't understand a knock is a request and not a summons.

If you answer the knock, or come across him knock on yours/a day, he'll drop his hand and look at you with an amused curiosity.]

So. Who are you then?

[Yup, that's it. That's the important question at the center of all this knocking.]

((OOC: Feel free to use this post for anything Brimstone related. I am just very busy this weekend and wanted to toss something up in case I miss the text mingle.

Freel free to hit me up at PM, worldtype/worldtype at Discord for anything!))

Comments

[wheft]

O... kay.

[ whoa, this kid is so open about things that are usually kept as secrets? is he okay (no one in brimstone is okay, actually)

but also, the line about being someone's tool does strike a chord in her. she gets you, little guy. somewhat. ]

Well, this sure is one way of enjoying your newfound freedom. But there's a chance that our future battles are going to be just as deadly. Are you prepared to die all over again?

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[Because now he can tell everyone all his secrets! It's so fun.]

I don't fear death. It's simply a state of nonbeing. There's no pain or confusion.

[He pauses, as if a part of him is vexed by what he is going to say next, and then continues.]

But I don't want to die for someone else's goals. If I die again then it will be because I chose to accept this mission.

ignore the weird font i used in my previous tag, help

[wheft]

[ every word he says is striking all the chords in her, he may as well be strumming her heartstrings like a guitar with how moved she is. she understands where he's coming from, the more she was getting used to being killed and revived over and over back at the city. sometimes being dead isn't a huge deal. not anymore.

she stares at him a bit longer, then smiles. ]

That's the spirit. Glad you reached that realization at this age.

It is ignored /salute

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Oh? Does that mean I'm wise?

[This is asked with incredible genuineness.]

[wheft]

Wiser than some of the bozos I've met so far, at least.

[ she smirks. that's definitely something to be proud of. ]