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[like_a_leper]

Hrm...

You want to send me into outer space, in a confined space with a bunch of other people because you happened to come across a persuasive "god" of chaos?

OK, the chaos thing I like, but everything else is questionable. I mean, I won't even have my favorite knife on me - there's a line that should never be crossed and you're toeing it. My ability to improvise can only be relied on so much.







Nah, scratch all of that. This is going to be a hoot and a half if only because I'll get to be creative.

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

No. Maybe a child should not stand by a sewer.

[like_a_leper]

Preaching to the choir there, girl. But people have all sorts of irrational fears - clowns, bugs, heights, ducks watching them from afar. I just exploit that to my benefit.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Fear cuts deeper than swords. People are stupid.

[like_a_leper]

Indeed! That's what makes exploiting them so easy and fun. But fear is someone else's schtick, I'm more a fan of chaos and unpredictability.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Why?

[like_a_leper]

Why not? Life always ends in the same way, might as well make the in-between state interesting.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A girl's life isn't uninteresting. [But she's got war and betrayal and identity issues to wade through, so.] Was a man's? Before?

[like_a_leper]

I don't doubt it when you call yourself girl.

[The question about his face (or he assumes it's about his face and the time before he had the scars) gets a low hum from him.]

Can't remember.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Did a man take a blow to the head?