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No, thou wilt not "intro" me out of sheer boredom, my girl. We are a far more demanding creature than that. There will be a great deal more thought and consideration put into things if thou art truly intent upon flinging me about; do not think of us as one of your accessories.

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Problem, Ruf?

[S'up.]

One of which your own "mundane" is well aware, in fact. He interacts with ours on a regular and gleeful basis.

[Yo.]

The dear boy does get up to such things-- Giving your 'mundane' trouble? Or perhaps its the other way around in your old age, set in your ways.

[Fancy seeing you around.]

She knows as well as we do that it is far preferable to remain unmoved by the idiotic whims of the people around us. The silly bint hath failed to even consider a time to pull us from, yet she wishes to drop us right in like a stone in a pond.

[This one likes to hear himself talk pretty. It was bound to happen sooner or later.]

You'd certainly cause a few ripples either way. It can be quite difficult to remain unmoved when that force around grows to be stronger than any preferable things known.

[All that pretty talk and the stuffed birds that may or may not get dressed up in maid outfits when he thinks no one is watching.]

We shall see which force is the strongest, then.

[You shut up. You and your stupid progeny and their stupid prissy unicorn spy Chain.]

Does she have any points in time she's considering, Ruf?

[Her stalker Chain doesn't help much either. Also, you'd miss her if she actually died ~~because of you~~ so hush.]

Earlier. [Carefully, Barma avoids Sheryl's eyes. Anyone else would think he only found her uninteresting. Sheryl will see right through that, but trying anyway is a point of pride.] She does not feel that recent events would be...the best place to start from.

[People in his family do stupid shit when desperate, okay.]

Things have become very... Well. [There was no one word to correct discribe the situation that fit all of it, was there?

Tapping Rufus ontop of theh ead with her fan; lightly.] Places there aren't easy, either. With recent incidents I'd be coming back from the dead.

[From head collecting, ciphered journals of a spurned man, and.. Rufus.]

We are aware.

[Oooof course he is. Barma glides carefully away from that fan, remaining just close enough that Sheryl won't feel the need to follow him.]

But there, at the very least, the concerns are different. More like -- [-- the way things were in the old days, when Pandora only hunted illegal contractors and Rufus Barma researched whatever caught his fancy at the time, rather than poring over the encryptions of a dead ancestor at every spare moment.] ...well. Surely thou hast thine own memories.

I do.

[Just waaaaaatching, really, that fan folded o so very neatly to rest against the palm of her hand.]

Coming from earlier may be better for the both of you, though the same may not be said for anyone else who may come after.

[That's all he'll say about that, then. After all, Sheryl is the one who is sentimental here. Barma is just old. Everyone gets nostalgic from time to time, when they get old.]

It does seem rather odd that the place has not been inundated with that useless Gilbert boy, in the midst of his nervous breakdown. In the past, there might have been three appearing the very day the new chapter was revealed.

[Ruf, darling, cherry red~ She's just as old, and denile is more than just a river.]

They seem to have gone more for that Leo boy, rather than Gilbert; what with all those different versions of him suddenly popping up. Perhaps they've grown tired of Gilbert.

And that brat is any better? He hath lain bleeding in silence for the past several chapters.

[SCOFFING OPENLY.]

[Fan flutter.]

While Gilbert craddled a severed head before moving onto whatever outburst he's about to have.

It's certainly a great deal more satisfying in a dramatic sense, is it not? Or perhaps it is that all these lesser minds are having vast difficulties wrapping themselves about all of the new plot reveals.

[Oh, this is nostalgic too, sniping about other people with Sheryl. Where's the ~~sake~~ tea?]

Well, they are likely still getting over the matter of everything that they had ever known, and giving as facts, have mostly been nothing more than lies conjured up by a man going after something lost to him twice; and attempted to plunge the world into destruction.

So very few minds can take such information, poor things.

[There's hardly anything wrong with nostalgia. It's on the table, of course.]

Hm. Imagine how we feel.

[Here in OOCland, Barma is immensely grateful that no one was around to see his reaction the moment he realized there was a second code. It was Not At All Dignified. In fact, if it wasn't Sheryl, he wouldn't even imply such a thing could ever have possibly happened ever -- at least, not with himself included in it.]

At least you aren't the one who is now laying on a bed due to injury.

[Because fuck you, Ruf. You and your ancestors and their journals with the secret codes and obsessions.]

[Rufus falls silent at that. He isn't going to address it. Of course he has reasons, but he isn't ready to explain them to her. Not yet.]

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[WOW RUDE.]

[Feel free to do something amusingly surprising anytime now, okay. Poor Barma missed the whipping out of the raging bird at the party. (Though he knows about it, of course.)]

[Shut up he's working on it.

Jerk.]

[He'd point and laugh mockingly, but with Sheryl lingering on the outskirts of the thread, that would be a Dangerous Thing. So, go and weep thy maudlin tears in peace, emotional one.]

[I might be over here never-forgiving-people and bleeding-on-things again

but you're scared of an old woman.

Just remember that for Retrace 74.]