also on the new Burial at Sea info /raptor screams

[worldentire]

[ _laughing: ] Well well well. Ain't that a hell've a thing?

Looks like it's startin' t'get interestin' around here again. We'll have to see how this little drama plays out.

Comments

[agnus]

It is no surprise that you draw enjoyment from these events, Mr. Sinclair. The human being is always a cruel, selfish creature, but you just happen to exhibit those common qualities so clearly.

screams

[worldentire]

Thank God I'd never claimed t'be anythin' but, Doc.

[ _{nope, nothing is going to make him stop being gleeful about this turn of events.} ]

[apolloheir]

[Just making sour faces. Ugh, Atlas. Ugh ugh ugh.]

[worldentire]

Aww. It's not worth all that, son. You might even get another shot in the limelight at this rate.

[notyourutopian]

...It would be nice if could play out in a way that isn't awful for everyone, Mr. Sinclair.

[worldentire]

I don't see anythin' wrong with it, little lady.

[notyourutopian]

...Really?

There's a civil war, everyone in charge dies except my mother, who's basically insane. Then everyone in the city goes just as crazy as she is, except they do it with superpowers.

I can think of better ways for things to work out.

[worldentire]

Well. If we're talkin' what's t'come at this particular point, I'm not much lookin' forward to my, ah. Last trip t'the spa. [ _{ew, memories. a momentary grimace.} ] But I've always been good at observin' the scenery from an outside perspective. Useful for business.

[apolloheir]

...Maybe they'd give me a face, in that case. That'd be nice. And maybe you'd get a, er, "shot in the limelight", too.

[Bright side!]

[agnus]

And I have never regarded you as anything more. You would make such an excellent subject for a case study, but you are too... obvious.

[Plus, he's annoying. And what's with that accent, am I right??]

[worldentire]

Mmm. Now, ain't that a damn shame.

[ _{he totally sounds broken up about it. really! honest!} ]

[worldentire]

Ah, I'd really rather not. I'm more've a sidelines man, m'self.

[ _{because you can't see (and ultimately play) the whole field with the light on you. he lights a cigarette.} ]

No, son, I'm satisfied with what I've got. Now, you, you need a few minutes more. A face is a start, but a proper voice'd do you some good.

[apolloheir]

I don't even think I exist yet at that point. -A voice would be nice, though.

[He probably looks like somebody kicked his dog at this point. Time and space stuff is all so very confusing.]

[agnus]

However, I must wonder what life you led before Rapture. It is not often I meet a subject with so little care for others' contempt.

[Note the word "subject" here.]

[worldentire]

[ _{awww hell nah, he is blowing this popsicle stand.} ]

Can't say you've met one yet, Doc, but I'm sure he'll have a hell've a story. Sounds like the kind've fella I'd like t'meet. Unfortunately for us both I'll have t'skedaddle before I have a chance.

[worldentire]

If I recall correctly, you're about three years at that point, assumin' you're even part've the plan then. This jumpin' between points've reality isn't exactly kind on a man's mind.

[apolloheir]

That means that I'm... I'm still "at home". [Or just wandering the surface doing whatever it is that he was doing before the Apollo Air flight.]

No. I think I'm one of those "constants" that she talked about. Or- or maybe she is. This is just too much to think about, mister.

[agnus]

Oh? And where are you going? I have learnt, Mr. Sinclair, that this place gives us nothing more than time.

[worldentire]

Anywhere other than here. If there's somethin' I've learned about time, Doc, it's that it's best not t'waste it losin' profit.

[worldentire]

Yessir. [ _{a beat.} ] I have t'wonder what all's considered constant in Rapture.

[agnus]

I doubt you will found much to profit off here. Bodies may be sold, but minds are very rarely so exploitable.

[worldentire]

The biggest friend t'the profiteer is a creativity that refuses t'let the most difficult moments stand in it's way. There're all sorts back here with me, Doc. I've got all the time in the world t'perfect my craft.

[agnus]

Pursue your profits at all means, Mr. Sinclair. I have no desire to help a man with no remorse. If money will act as your substitute for happiness, for a sense of belonging... then I suppose I should pity you instead.

[worldentire]

I've never needed t'belong, Doc. Just live comfortably in whatever way I see fit.

[agnus]

Then you must be a very lonely man.