deadlyjuliet | ♥ 4 [audio]

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Looking back on this month, you are all absolutely terrible at staying alive. For people who have such short lives anyway, you certainly do like to throw them away with abandon, don't you?

[She flips through the pages of a different book, humming to herself disapprovingly.]

Look at all these names. It's shameful, really. You're all powered up like electric lights in a world of gas lamps and you can't even keep yourself glowing?

Come now, Luceti. I was hoping for better than this.

[With her chiding over, she snaps the unseen book closed and the soft thump of the leather covers can be heard over the microphone.]

Speaking of, William has been returned home. I can't believe he left without me, but I suppose that coldness is what I love about him. [sigh] Just thought you should all know. Ta-ta.

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I hear self-sacrifice is "in" these days. But what do you have to be so disappointed about?

Martyrdom is old school. Honourable and often lauded, but old.

And is it so terrible to hope that people choose to survive and blossom than throw away their lives and come back lacking?

You know, I'd say that's probably what they're going for. Maybe they're trying to bring it back.

But no, it's not terrible at all. It just seems like a strange thing for someone to keep track of, that's all.

People do seem to like that archetype. The lone warrior, loyal to their people, standing up against impossible odds! It's a classic story, really. And while tragedies do interest me, I find myself preferring the romantic comedies lately.

Is it? I find it rather normal. Or rather, I find it impossible to ignore when so many are lost within a month or so.

Really? Somehow, I can't say I'm surprised. [He didn't know Grell, of course, but if that comment about Will was anything to go by...] I guess you've got a point there. Kind of hard to ignore it when it's all anyone keeps talking about.

I knoooow, right? It's such a tease. And incredibly sad that they should all die, of course, but really, it does make one curious as to why so many would perish in a single month.

A "tease"? [Well, that's not weird/creepy at all!] I'm gonna guess that draft had something to do with it. Unless that's not normal.

[Nope, not creepy at all. 8) ]

Not many die on the draft usually - a handful, possibly, but this was a busy, busy month for our fair villagers. People were dropping like flies by our standards.

I see. I wonder what the special occasion is, then.

See? And this is what I wonder as well. Perhaps it was simply the trendy month to die in.

You know, I normally don't care what trouble people get themselves into, but I'd certainly like to hope they're not dying out of trendiness.

If they weren't so stupid, maybe they would've stayed alive.

[~~Even though he caused an incident a little while back.~~]

Oh? And how do you think they could have avoided their fates?

Maybe if they were competent, for one - and if they didn't look for fights.

But asking these people to be competent or to keep out of fights is like asking the sun not to rise. Any other ideas?

[Point taken, Grell.]

None at all. I guess we're just here to take in the stupidity of them all.

How unfortunate. I suppose it shall provide me with work at least so I shan't be bored stiff to tears or drink like so many others here.

[Well if there's anything that bothers the everloving hell out of him, it's people who casually badmouth people who've died. He's getting Jake vibes out of this dude (... chick? I'LL FIGURE IT OUT LATER, MAN), and he's not really appreciating it. Especially since he's been here, knows there's a count despite their best efforts.

And really, he couldn't have stopped himself from responding if he'd tried.]

Oi, shut your stupid mouth--there's nothing shameful about people here losing their lives when they've given their all to live... Treat death with some dignity and stop acting so high and mighty!

[Asshole. It's not like they wanted to die. Nobody who died wanted to; could help it...]

Edited 2012-06-29 10:42 (UTC)

Oh my, what a deliciously angry response! But don't chide where you don't understand, darling, or you'll find you're lecturing the wrong people entirely~♥

Tch. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you're a huge jerk who probably only thinks about their own needs instead of all the people here who deserve some respect. Maybe you should fix your crappy attitude.

Well, aren't you a little rough with that barbed tongue of yours. Mm...perhaps it's because of this?

[The sound of paper being rustled and shuffled through can be heard and a tap of a pen hitting a small sheaf of them.]

Well, that would explain so much. It's not that I don't respect them, darling, I just wish they wouldn't die so quickly. It's terrible [--ly inconvenient] and a waste.

... You still need to talk like a decent person.

[He squints, confused at the rustling. It's just paper. What does that have to do with anything?]

What's that supposed to be?

I speak far more properly than some I've heard on this system. The language here is simply appalling at times.

[A clack as she closes the leather bound folder.]

A cause for your acidity, my dear. Don't worry. These secrets stay with me.

[grumble grumble]

There's plenty of reason for ac--whatever that is. S'not your language that's annoying.

[Well, this is surprising to hear from Grell of all people.]

Please. As someone who enjoys watching people bleed to death, you ought to be happy.

Ugh, excuse you. I may enjoy watching the beautiful tragedy of human life, but that doesn't mean I'm happy when they die. Honestly, do you think I like doing all this investigation by myself?

Yes, you just love it.

[He sure loved it when he was watching Jay's cinematic record.]

Incorrect. I rather love the hands-on of my job, but the paperwork? Ugh, pass.

How do you know who's died recently?

[Because dammit, Pao-Lin does not want word of her own death getting around.]

Let's just say I have my ways. Why is it important to you?

You don't...like...tell other people about who's died or anything like that, do you?

Not unless they ask.

Afraid I'll let something slip about you or someone you know, hm?

[Pao-Lin flinches a bit.]

I just wanted to make sure, that's all...that's okay to ask about, right?

Oh, it's always okay to ask about. It's simply curious that you would ask such a thing. Most of the others are less concerned about the "who" and more concerned about the tone of my little address.

Tell me, dear; what is your name?

[Pao-Lin wonders for a moment whether she should lie and just pretend she was asking about a friend. But she drops that thought; Luceti's a small place. She'd probably get found out sooner or later. Plus, if this lady has knowledge of who's died, she might be able to tell whether Pao-Lin were lying anyway.]

...P-Pao-Lin. [Two-month deathiversary: July 5.]

[flip flip flip flip. The sound of paper being shuffled through and then a tap of a pen.]

July the fifth. Oooh, I see now why you are so anxious to know what I know and what I shall do with that knowledge. Don't worry, dearest. The white roses remain above the door.

[White roses. A symbol of confidentiality and secrecy.

The things Pao-Lin remembers from her research into flower symbolism.]

Th-thank you...ma'am.

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