LJ refugee, still homeless.

[wecanavenge]

It doesn't matter where you take me, though you seem to think it does. Either way, you're offering me a prison. A prison that will remove my abilities, and you think I will coddle you, and say yes, please, as quick as you can?

Sometimes I wonder how you manage to convince the world at large that you're sane. Don't tell me it's a lesson I should learn!

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[notcurses]

Why are you being thrown somewhere where your abilities are hampered? That seems almost counter-intuitive. Evidently your mun should find a better place for you. Not that I care personally, of course. I just know how it feels.

[She gives a steely look up at her mun.]

[wecanavenge]

This has been done to you?

[notcurses]

Threatened, mostly. My mun worries that my incantations will be too overpowered and thus believes I should be limited in my capabilities for whenever she decides to actually put me somewhere. I don't see why I should not be allowed to simply, as she would put it, "win the game", but mundanes are very curious and unfathomable creatures at times.

It's either that or she threatens to throw me into one of those hormonally-charged communities. [She shudders. Not exactly her cup of tea, evidently.]

[wecanavenge]

Their thinking is limited, so they seek to limit us. [...Hormonally-charged communities, that is not sitting well with him.]