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[wooliefrand]

WHO: All
WHERE: The Pasture
WHEN: Day 24 late evening thru night

[IT NIGHTTIME]

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[finalefantasy]

[it just rolls off them completely]

Manners die, like everything else.

Often, they die before anything else.

[fishfearme]

Just because things eventually die doesn't mean you should ignore them outright. Using that logic we should all just ignore each other until death.

[finalefantasy]

Shall we turn our regard to the sleeper in your head, then?

[fishfearme]

...

[Chronos briefly tensed up before he forced himself to relax, overcoming the brief surprise of "how did she know that" with a realisation of "oh, because I told all of Lily it". When more than one person knows something, it was bound to leak eventually.]

If you'd like. She's not a polite conversationalist, however.

[finalefantasy]

As you have just established, neither are we.

We're not here to be persuaded by your logic, either. Tonight we sought only to think, and perhaps remember.

[fishfearme]

Remember what?

[finalefantasy]

[lifts the coin to show him, held between two fingers]

Whatever is in this.

I'm not sure what use it is, really. We don't forget things. Our memory has no gaps.

[fishfearme]

If its utility is pointless, then don't use it.

[finalefantasy]

[almost amused]

You are a rigid creature, aren't you?

[fishfearme]

Only when I've tensed my muscles. Otherwise I'm as flexible as any standard human.

[finalefantasy]

[and sometimes she doesn't attack someone because damn. required pain in the ass nerfed-boss-vs-nerfed-boss fight aside, it would be too easy.]

All right then, strange man.

[fishfearme]

[Chronos nods.]

Yes. Enjoy the rest of your evening...

[Hm.]

Are you a flock? Or a squadron? A pod?

[...]

A horde. Or maybe a congress...

[finalefantasy]

We are Teleute. If manners matter to you, use our name.

[fishfearme]

I see. Teleute. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and please don't harm anyone from Lily tonight.

[finalefantasy]

We offer no harm tonight, save if it is offered first.

Good night, Chronos.

[fishfearme]

[Fair enough. Usual merc rules.]

Very well. Good night.

[And Chronos ambles off, his curiosity for the evening mostly satisfied.]