... Go! [Ski Race/Feast, Day 4]
Mar 16, 2018 17:25:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 17:25:18 GMT -5
[attr="id","lynStats"]gillian imberline
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You always imagined yourself growing up and making something great.
In school they told you tales of great inventors - your favorite had always been about the weaving machines they used throughout Eight, and you pictured the man who built them tinkering away in his attic, away from the people who told him he was a crazy man working on something that'd never catch on. You picture his sweet triumph at proving them wrong, his name now emblazoned in every textbook while those of his naysayers' were lost to history.
Maybe if you were born in Three, you think, people would listen to what you had to say. They wouldn't shame you for being too curious, or throw mud on your papers and shout no one likes you and your stupid Sierpinski triangles, Gilly, or - things could have been a lot different. You always tried to tell yourself it didn't matter what people said now, that while they were busy making fun of people you were doing far more meaningful things, but their words ate at your heart until they made you doubt yourself nonetheless.
So they called you childish, because you thought differently from them, because you liked both silly childrens' games and incomprehensible equations they cared little about. You were equally at home playing hide-and-seek with the little kids or sitting by the fire knitting with the adults; it was the people in between that gave the most trouble.
While you weren't sure what to make of them at first - the pair from Eleven, Raven - it's an unfamiliar but welcome feeling that spreads over you when you see them willing to stand up for you, and knowing that they remained by your side even in the face of weapons makes half an arena of people trying to kill you feel a bit more bearable.
And - even if you weren't destined for greatness, weren't destined to grow up and reach the stars - you're content with their friendship, content to give them what you could so they'd live another day.
In school they told you tales of great inventors - your favorite had always been about the weaving machines they used throughout Eight, and you pictured the man who built them tinkering away in his attic, away from the people who told him he was a crazy man working on something that'd never catch on. You picture his sweet triumph at proving them wrong, his name now emblazoned in every textbook while those of his naysayers' were lost to history.
"I'm not ready to lose you too. I don't think I'll ever be ready, but -"
Maybe if you were born in Three, you think, people would listen to what you had to say. They wouldn't shame you for being too curious, or throw mud on your papers and shout no one likes you and your stupid Sierpinski triangles, Gilly, or - things could have been a lot different. You always tried to tell yourself it didn't matter what people said now, that while they were busy making fun of people you were doing far more meaningful things, but their words ate at your heart until they made you doubt yourself nonetheless.
"A captain goes down with her ship, Gabe. All I can do is accept whatever Ripred wants -"
So they called you childish, because you thought differently from them, because you liked both silly childrens' games and incomprehensible equations they cared little about. You were equally at home playing hide-and-seek with the little kids or sitting by the fire knitting with the adults; it was the people in between that gave the most trouble.
"Nope. Ship ain't going down, and you ain't going down either. Just hold on, we're almost there -"
While you weren't sure what to make of them at first - the pair from Eleven, Raven - it's an unfamiliar but welcome feeling that spreads over you when you see them willing to stand up for you, and knowing that they remained by your side even in the face of weapons makes half an arena of people trying to kill you feel a bit more bearable.
"I never thought I could say I'm happy here - but I'm happy I got to know you. Whatever happens to us today - I'm happy to call all of you my friends."
And - even if you weren't destined for greatness, weren't destined to grow up and reach the stars - you're content with their friendship, content to give them what you could so they'd live another day.
give me answers to my prayers
we'll carry all the weights to bear
you're the light I see to
raise the flame and blaze the fire
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currPos = 23;
[Gillian Imberline picks up snowball and attacks Gabriel Izar with snowball (projectile)]
projectile
8111 -- Miss (lost projectile) -- 0.0 damage
(Miscellaneous Blunt Projectile)
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