homophonic ❆ gerard

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gerard

It's hard to accept a gentler story.

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w0, FRIDAY (continued)

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[from here!

she just stares at him.]

What? [she has some measure of patience for this because gestures at cloud retainer but also, say the thing, frogboy.]

[frogzoned]

Nothing, nothing ...

[ well now he's just avoiding it. ]

I was in the middle of a trade.

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Was it an important trade?

[frogzoned]

... Yes. The most important one I believe I've ever made.

Though clearly it didn't go all that well. So perhaps this event is a good time to reconsider?

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If it was so important that you died for it, I would think you shouldn't reconsider.

[frogzoned]

Hm. A fair point.

[ this does seem to make him think. ]

I don't think I would reconsider anyway. It is important, however, that Ylfa is able to return at least.

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[she narrows her eyes in thought for a moment.]

Who is Ylfa? [she thinks she might know, she's just confirming.] Are the two of you from the same world?

[frogzoned]

Ylfa-- Ah. Red cloak, large eyes, large teeth? [ this should be a sufficient description. ] We are. In a sense? It's a bit complicated.

We're from the same team. Though, a few of us are missing at the moment. We are assuming, maybe hopefully, they are also not dead. That would be best, considering the impending end of the world.

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Oh, yes. I like her.

[easy enough.]

... Well. You have a chance at a second chance. If they are dead, they might too.

[frogzoned]

I am sure she likes you in turn.

[ ylfa loves violent women. ]

That is the thing, we've had chances before. This isn't my first time dying.

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It isn't? [O:] ... Have you been here before?

[frogzoned]

No, most certainly not here. I think I'd remember! But it does tend to lead to a variety of strange places.

[ sadly, this divorced guy has never seen the inside of an ikea. ]

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You might not remember being here. I can't remember how I died.

[maybe he has seen the inside of an ikea and has forgotten... tragic...]

Tell me about the strange places.

[frogzoned]

I-- [ HE HAS TO THINK ABOUT THIS FIRST STATEMENT FOR A MINUTE. Scary ....... ] Don't think so? I think I'd remember. I've remembered most of my other horrible life experiences, so I don't know why I would mercifully forget one of them.

[ well. he'd rather talk about strange places. ]

Strange places, then. Well, I can start with the Lines Between, perhaps? A place between dimensions, it's this grand structure made of all the pages of stories, infinite and changing. It made me very seasick.

[bindings]

[she's fine with talking about the strange places, tbh.]

The pages of stories. [huh.] What do you mean between dimensions?

[frogzoned]

Well, I mean ... imagine your home. It has boundaries and edges and is, hopefully, quite well defined. And then this one, the place where we've been brought. These two places would never normally intersect, as it were.

That is the place between them. Nothingness. And, of course, everything.