((OOC: Backdated to the same evening as this post; therefore, before this post.))
Sofia. Are you there?
[Alex's voice is a monotone; it's the flat, resigned dread of someone preparing to go into battle, driven only by a reluctance to admit that the odds are hopeless.]
Yeah. [He only hesitates slightly before saying it, because there are a couple people who aren't bad but whom he doesn't relish the idea of sticking together with. But hey, the sentiment makes sense, theoretically.
And he's pretty glad that she's still talking about them sticking together, even after that one incident that he still feels bad about.
Then he asks, as it suddenly occurs to him:] Wait, what's with the Bible names?
[You're not a very sociable narration, are you? While you answer that, have Lamb shrug non-committally. She can't imagine why that would be an important, after all they're just]
Brand names, hardly extraordinary, although fitting for a city thought of as Paradise.
[Eh, he was just curious. Thought it seemed a bit random to name superpower drugs after the first humans. Or - maybe not random, but subtle.]
Fair enough.
[He chnks the ice out again, just out of his right hand this time, just to see if he can do it one-handed. It's delightfully easy, just like flexing a muscle he never had before; but he does hiss sharply at the not-wholly-dulled pain of the damn things stabbing out.]
What was it like?
[He looks at Sofia curiously, fiddling with the ice again with his left thumb.]
[Wet? No, Lamb supposes it's about time she coughs up something more substantial. Well, slightly more substantial at least.]
Rapture was a city built at the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean. It was one man's vision of Paradise, a metropolis with no Gods or Kings.
[She is of course quoting those last words, but there is an audible hint of mockery and disdain in her voice... which quickly fades and turns into melancholy.]
It had such genius, such... potential.
[ACTION] where doin this bro. where makin this hapen.
Oh, hardly anything unusual. [There's that bitterness again.] Greed. Poverty. War. The city's potential was endless, yet everybody sought to harvest it all for himself alone... and so Rapture fell.
[It gets better after the fall, but if she started explaining that she might also have to mention how she failed and ended up dying, and isn't it nicer to end the narrative on a more cheerful note?]
I suppose it takes looking past all that to see that the city was brilliant. Science, art, everything taken to heights nobody had ever seen on the surface.
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[ACTION] ...I read that as "nevar". I've been internetting too hard. :(
[He won't be able to spam attacks, then. Better get a tennis ball and start working on his aim.
He looks at Lamb with undisguised gratitude.]
You might've saved my ass, you know.
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Wonderland is a challenge of its own. The people here at least should stick together.
[The good people at least, you know, the ones like us who don't go around assaulting other people.]
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Yeah. [He only hesitates slightly before saying it, because there are a couple people who aren't bad but whom he doesn't relish the idea of sticking together with. But hey, the sentiment makes sense, theoretically.
And he's pretty glad that she's still talking about them sticking together, even after that one incident that he still feels bad about.
Then he asks, as it suddenly occurs to him:] Wait, what's with the Bible names?
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Brand names, hardly extraordinary, although fitting for a city thought of as Paradise.
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Fair enough.
[He chnks the ice out again, just out of his right hand this time, just to see if he can do it one-handed. It's delightfully easy, just like flexing a muscle he never had before; but he does hiss sharply at the not-wholly-dulled pain of the damn things stabbing out.]
What was it like?
[He looks at Sofia curiously, fiddling with the ice again with his left thumb.]
Where you come from? It sounds pretty awesome.
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Rapture was a city built at the bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean. It was one man's vision of Paradise, a metropolis with no Gods or Kings.
[She is of course quoting those last words, but there is an audible hint of mockery and disdain in her voice... which quickly fades and turns into melancholy.]
It had such genius, such... potential.
[ACTION] where doin this bro. where makin this hapen.
What happened?
[ACTION] I have no more subject line to spare.
[It gets better after the fall, but if she started explaining that she might also have to mention how she failed and ended up dying, and isn't it nicer to end the narrative on a more cheerful note?]
I suppose it takes looking past all that to see that the city was brilliant. Science, art, everything taken to heights nobody had ever seen on the surface.