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[ Things Just Happen; AIM Conversation-- COMPLETE ]
Who: Xigbar(![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadowbullet), Xaldin(wind_of_despair
Where Their rooms
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ever heard of instant messaging? Exactly.
the Story:
The Freeshooter: . .
The Freeshooter: Well, I know this works at least.
Room 56C: Well, well.
The Freeshooter: When'd you get one of these?
Room 56C: Just a few moments ago. I figured I might as well, seeing as how certain others seem to employ them to contact eachother. Also, I couldn't sleep after I retired last night.
The Freeshooter: Why's that? Bad dreams, or you got yourself some insomia?
Room 56C: Insomnia, rather. This is all very.. awkward.
Room 56C: You know I never dream.
The Freeshooter: Expected that.
The Freeshooter: Awkward like what, eh?
Room 56C: All of it. First and foremost, I wasn't expecting death, and second, I most certainly wasn't expecting the afterlife to be something quite like this. In fact, I expected nothing.
Second.. to return from said perishing, only to find a lot of things I took for granted as completely changed. It was not something I relished. And I still don't know everything.
The Freeshooter: .. Stop thinking first, and just relax. Go ask teh rabbit guy. Well, until something happens. Again.
The Freeshooter: ... the*. Yes, the.
Room 56C: Stop thinking? You know I can't ever do that.
Room 56C: And.. rabbit.. person..?
The Freeshooter: I can make you stop thinking.
The Freeshooter: Rabbit person. Some nut that runs the house.
Room 56C: .. .. .. I have no comment to your foremost sentence, but. I didn't know that somebody ran this show. Although I suppose now that you introduce the idea I should have
expected it.
The Freeshooter: Figured.
The Freeshooter: Dunno about this rabbit guy, really.
The Freeshooter: Just heard it from a couple of people.
Room 56C: It's surprisingly easy to apply your thoughts via writing like this, isn't it? I don't think I've ever told you this much about what's on my mind.. ever.
As for hearsay, I suggest you take it lightly.
Room 56C: Pinch of salt, and all that.
The Freeshooter: Then I'll take this as a special occasion: Xaldin, the Whirlwind Lancer, sharing his thoughts. It'll rank millions.
Haven't seen the guy yet, so yeah. Don't care 'till I get to shake his hand, and leave.
Room 56C: Mhm. I bet you could sell the logs of it for munny in droves.
You mean his paw, no?
The Freeshooter: Not just droves, mind you.
.. Paw, hand. Whatever. Still gonna shake.
Room 56C: What else would you sell it for, then?
I thought that rabbits tickled that little trigger-happy urge in you?
The Freeshooter: Dunno yet. Probably a few hearts, or a way to get out.
They do.
Room 56C: I don't think there is a way out.. other than death. And I mean that in the most final, definite sense of the word.
And.. you'd still shake it's paw and leave? No shots pulled? Don't make me laugh.
The Freeshooter: .. That makes me kinda curious. We died, so wonder what'll happen if we die again.
Exactly. Don't expect it hopping back in its hole without a bullet down the throat.
Room 56C: I intend to test that.
The Freeshooter: And if you don't come back?
Room 56C: Oh, I'm not going to test it on me. I have far too high a drive to return to humanity to attempt something as ridiculous as suicide.
The Freeshooter: That's a good boy. Remember what Ansem told you about suicide: It's only for kids.
Anyone in mind?
Room 56C: .. when did he ever say that?
Not yet, as you are the only person I've encountered here insofar.
Room 56C: In reality, I mean. Cyberspace does not count for much.
The Freeshooter: You weren't in Radiant Garden yet when he said that.
Not planning to meet up with anyone yet?
Room 56C: Then I suppose it must have been another depressed teenager he was talking to, hmm..?
The Superior, and possibly Vexen. Possibly.
The Freeshooter: Yeah. A few runts tresspassed in the lab.
Oh, possibly?
Room 56C: Wonder who those little kids might have been. Xigbar, stop trying to blame children for something that was obviously directed at yourself.
Possibly possibly. At the moment I can't even stand, you realise.
The Freeshooter: .. Me, suicidal? As if. Cutting your own wrist's a dumbass' job.
... Get some rest, or grab some tea.
Room 56C: Absolutely. It'd be a bullet to the forehead for you. I can just see it too. Good old Braig, tears streaming down his face, locked in the bathroom and Ansem the Wise trying to
persuade him not to do anything foolish. With Xehanort and Even wringing their hands behind him for support.
Can't, remember? Insomnia. And you refused to give me directions to the dining hall. I.. didn't eat or sleep for four days before after Sora undid my work with the Beast. So it's understandable.
Room 56C: This weakness, I mean. Not your refusal. Albeit I understand that too.
The Freeshooter: Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny.
I did give you directions. You just didn't listen.
Room 56C: I know. I am the epitome of humor.
You did not. I would have remembered such vital information.
The Freeshooter: God, even.
I said, "Go down the stairs to the left". That ain't too hard to remember now, is it? Suppose I'll have to give you notes like Demyx nexttime.
Room 56C: No you didn't. Like I said, I would have remembered if you did. But no matter. I know now, so I suppose I'll be rolling down the staircase. If you hear any queer slams and bangs
outside your door, don't be alarmed. It's just me.
The Freeshooter: Wow. I really didn't tell.
Room 56C: .. .. .. Fine.
The Freeshooter: You're welcome.
Room 56C: THANK YOU.
The Freeshooter: Go on and enjoy your tea. With biscuits infact.
Room 56C: You just can't resist having the last word. Can you.
The Freeshooter: You should know.
Room 56C: I'm not having tea anyway. More like a full course supper. Complete with rabbit stew.
The Freeshooter: I'll be late for dinner.
Room 56C: I don't care.
The Freeshooter: No need to cry now.
Room 56C: If you don't stop talking to me this very instant I will go against what I previously told Celine and actually intimidate her. Through the violent threatning and possible maiming of
her boyfriend.
The Freeshooter: Like you could even catch me.
Room 56C: You know that I could.
The Freeshooter: Not in this life?
Room 56C: Really. Care to test that theory, Freeshooter? I know your scent better than number Six. I know the way you move. I know the way you breathe, because I have the power to
feel the air in your very lungs. You had better not try me, number Two.
The Freeshooter: I can just throw you in deep space, and watch you stop breathing. I'm definately trying.
Room 56C: Do it then. Now. This very minute. I would very much like to see you do it.
The Freeshooter: I thought it was your move?
Room 56C: Oh no, now you have intrigued me. Show me that that wasn't just an empty threat. Don't disappoint me, now.
The Freeshooter: See you later, then.
Room 56C: I intend to be choking in empty space in five minutes. So, no, I won't.
shadowbullet), Xaldin(wind_of_despairWhere Their rooms
When: Evening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ever heard of instant messaging? Exactly.
the Story:
The Freeshooter: . .
The Freeshooter: Well, I know this works at least.
Room 56C: Well, well.
The Freeshooter: When'd you get one of these?
Room 56C: Just a few moments ago. I figured I might as well, seeing as how certain others seem to employ them to contact eachother. Also, I couldn't sleep after I retired last night.
The Freeshooter: Why's that? Bad dreams, or you got yourself some insomia?
Room 56C: Insomnia, rather. This is all very.. awkward.
Room 56C: You know I never dream.
The Freeshooter: Expected that.
The Freeshooter: Awkward like what, eh?
Room 56C: All of it. First and foremost, I wasn't expecting death, and second, I most certainly wasn't expecting the afterlife to be something quite like this. In fact, I expected nothing.
Second.. to return from said perishing, only to find a lot of things I took for granted as completely changed. It was not something I relished. And I still don't know everything.
The Freeshooter: .. Stop thinking first, and just relax. Go ask teh rabbit guy. Well, until something happens. Again.
The Freeshooter: ... the*. Yes, the.
Room 56C: Stop thinking? You know I can't ever do that.
Room 56C: And.. rabbit.. person..?
The Freeshooter: I can make you stop thinking.
The Freeshooter: Rabbit person. Some nut that runs the house.
Room 56C: .. .. .. I have no comment to your foremost sentence, but. I didn't know that somebody ran this show. Although I suppose now that you introduce the idea I should have
expected it.
The Freeshooter: Figured.
The Freeshooter: Dunno about this rabbit guy, really.
The Freeshooter: Just heard it from a couple of people.
Room 56C: It's surprisingly easy to apply your thoughts via writing like this, isn't it? I don't think I've ever told you this much about what's on my mind.. ever.
As for hearsay, I suggest you take it lightly.
Room 56C: Pinch of salt, and all that.
The Freeshooter: Then I'll take this as a special occasion: Xaldin, the Whirlwind Lancer, sharing his thoughts. It'll rank millions.
Haven't seen the guy yet, so yeah. Don't care 'till I get to shake his hand, and leave.
Room 56C: Mhm. I bet you could sell the logs of it for munny in droves.
You mean his paw, no?
The Freeshooter: Not just droves, mind you.
.. Paw, hand. Whatever. Still gonna shake.
Room 56C: What else would you sell it for, then?
I thought that rabbits tickled that little trigger-happy urge in you?
The Freeshooter: Dunno yet. Probably a few hearts, or a way to get out.
They do.
Room 56C: I don't think there is a way out.. other than death. And I mean that in the most final, definite sense of the word.
And.. you'd still shake it's paw and leave? No shots pulled? Don't make me laugh.
The Freeshooter: .. That makes me kinda curious. We died, so wonder what'll happen if we die again.
Exactly. Don't expect it hopping back in its hole without a bullet down the throat.
Room 56C: I intend to test that.
The Freeshooter: And if you don't come back?
Room 56C: Oh, I'm not going to test it on me. I have far too high a drive to return to humanity to attempt something as ridiculous as suicide.
The Freeshooter: That's a good boy. Remember what Ansem told you about suicide: It's only for kids.
Anyone in mind?
Room 56C: .. when did he ever say that?
Not yet, as you are the only person I've encountered here insofar.
Room 56C: In reality, I mean. Cyberspace does not count for much.
The Freeshooter: You weren't in Radiant Garden yet when he said that.
Not planning to meet up with anyone yet?
Room 56C: Then I suppose it must have been another depressed teenager he was talking to, hmm..?
The Superior, and possibly Vexen. Possibly.
The Freeshooter: Yeah. A few runts tresspassed in the lab.
Oh, possibly?
Room 56C: Wonder who those little kids might have been. Xigbar, stop trying to blame children for something that was obviously directed at yourself.
Possibly possibly. At the moment I can't even stand, you realise.
The Freeshooter: .. Me, suicidal? As if. Cutting your own wrist's a dumbass' job.
... Get some rest, or grab some tea.
Room 56C: Absolutely. It'd be a bullet to the forehead for you. I can just see it too. Good old Braig, tears streaming down his face, locked in the bathroom and Ansem the Wise trying to
persuade him not to do anything foolish. With Xehanort and Even wringing their hands behind him for support.
Can't, remember? Insomnia. And you refused to give me directions to the dining hall. I.. didn't eat or sleep for four days before after Sora undid my work with the Beast. So it's understandable.
Room 56C: This weakness, I mean. Not your refusal. Albeit I understand that too.
The Freeshooter: Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny.
I did give you directions. You just didn't listen.
Room 56C: I know. I am the epitome of humor.
You did not. I would have remembered such vital information.
The Freeshooter: God, even.
I said, "Go down the stairs to the left". That ain't too hard to remember now, is it? Suppose I'll have to give you notes like Demyx nexttime.
Room 56C: No you didn't. Like I said, I would have remembered if you did. But no matter. I know now, so I suppose I'll be rolling down the staircase. If you hear any queer slams and bangs
outside your door, don't be alarmed. It's just me.
The Freeshooter: Wow. I really didn't tell.
Room 56C: .. .. .. Fine.
The Freeshooter: You're welcome.
Room 56C: THANK YOU.
The Freeshooter: Go on and enjoy your tea. With biscuits infact.
Room 56C: You just can't resist having the last word. Can you.
The Freeshooter: You should know.
Room 56C: I'm not having tea anyway. More like a full course supper. Complete with rabbit stew.
The Freeshooter: I'll be late for dinner.
Room 56C: I don't care.
The Freeshooter: No need to cry now.
Room 56C: If you don't stop talking to me this very instant I will go against what I previously told Celine and actually intimidate her. Through the violent threatning and possible maiming of
her boyfriend.
The Freeshooter: Like you could even catch me.
Room 56C: You know that I could.
The Freeshooter: Not in this life?
Room 56C: Really. Care to test that theory, Freeshooter? I know your scent better than number Six. I know the way you move. I know the way you breathe, because I have the power to
feel the air in your very lungs. You had better not try me, number Two.
The Freeshooter: I can just throw you in deep space, and watch you stop breathing. I'm definately trying.
Room 56C: Do it then. Now. This very minute. I would very much like to see you do it.
The Freeshooter: I thought it was your move?
Room 56C: Oh no, now you have intrigued me. Show me that that wasn't just an empty threat. Don't disappoint me, now.
The Freeshooter: See you later, then.
Room 56C: I intend to be choking in empty space in five minutes. So, no, I won't.
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