Must We Do This?

[lighteningcount]

Dear mun,

How many times have we gone over this? You simply do not have time for a game. I know you'd like it, especially if you found me a Treize or Noin. But you work 40 hours a week, volunteer with two conventions and you sew commissions.

No. No. No.

Please think of your sanity.

Zechs

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[daemon_militis]

Sanity is in short supply with these mundanes.

[lighteningcount]

Apparently so.

[daemon_militis]

All humans have a tendency toward madness. Give it time. You will be joining the ranks of the mad soon enough, as will your mundane.

[lighteningcount]

That's been said for the past five years. Hasn't happened yet.

[daemon_militis]

Hasn't it? There are many degrees of sanity and insanity. It happens so subtly that one rarely notices the transition.

[lighteningcount]

I think it's only sometimes our influence that keep them from going over the edge.

[daemon_militis]

...We're the voices in their heads.

[lighteningcount]

Or their subconcious. It all varies on how you look at it.

[daemon_militis]

To them, we're fictional characters that are supposed to dance around for their amusement.

They do not look to us for guidance. Our only option is to accelerate their descent into madness. Only then will they release us back to our homes.

[lighteningcount]

It really all depends on the mundane's perspective. Yes, we are tools for amusement, but there have been some who have served as a voice of reason for their mundane.

[daemon_militis]

I believe there's a name for that. Stockholm Syndrome.

I am not so weak as to forgive this pathetic person for using me like an organ grinder's monkey.

[lighteningcount]

I have encountered some like you before...

[daemon_militis]

Only the weak accept their incarceration. You are no different.

[lighteningcount]

Everyone is strong in different ways. No reason to look down upon some for their beliefs.

[daemon_militis]

[Vergil cocks an eyebrow as ghostly blue swords appear and encircle him.]

Strength is in your blood. Power in your genetics. Some are more powerful than others. That is a simple fact.

You're welcome to prove me wrong, of course.

[lighteningcount]

[arches an eyebrow]

Perhaps in your world. But where I am from, training and vigilance is what yeilds power and strength.

[daemon_militis]

I've seen glimpses into your world. Training is the fire that forges the blade. The steel is already there.

You cannot tell me that every man, woman, and child are equally capable soldiers? Are all people truly capable of managing those machines you are so fond of?

[lighteningcount]

Not everyone is suited to be a soldier. Some are meant to be politicians, writers, lawyers... Everyone has a different path in life.

Mine just happened to be a soldier.

[daemon_militis]

Then even in your world, power is genetic. The weak of body lead, the strong enforce, and the cattle follow.

It is the nature of all things. I just intend to be one of the few exceptions to the rule. None may tell me how I use my power.

[lighteningcount]

If the weak of body only lead, where would you place those soldiers who do lead? Because, it does happen. My closest friend was a brilliant leader and an exceptional soldier.

[daemon_militis]

As I said. Exceptions, not the norm. If your friend managed that, I can respect him.

I will only believe it when I see it for myself, however.

[lighteningcount]

Then it shall be a long wait. He died in battle.

[daemon_militis]

As did I. Time is hardly an obstacle in a place like this.

[lighteningcount]

That is a valid point.

[daemon_militis]

Of course I am still dubious about accepting your 'mobile suits' as a valid measure of power. Firearms are one thing, those machines are another.

[Mun can be heard in the background hiding mental blueprints for a Gundam inspired by Sparda.]

[lighteningcount]

I am quite apt at piloting a mobile suit. But I am also apt in firearms and swordsmanship.

[mun is amused by this whole conversation, a partial pacifist and soldier conversing with Vergil]

[daemon_militis]

I am willing to accept some firearms as valid, only because in the hands of a proper gunsmith, they can truly become extensions of one's self.

[That's the one thing he will commend Dante on. Ebony and Ivory were marvels of fusion of magic and technology.]

Still, I much prefer a sword. There's a degree of grace and personal interest that is lost when simply firing a gun. A sword is the ultimate definition of a warrior.

[In a flash, Yamato is out of its sheath and being examined - lovingly even - under Vergil's expert eyes.]

This blade is my very soul. Every cut is made with a deliberate purpose, and each cut reflects my desires, pain, and plans.

Can you honestly say that with a gun in your hands?

[As is this mun. :D]

[lighteningcount]

I do agreee that anyone can use a gun. But there are those that are especially proficiant in it...

[draws his gun, an antique piece and holds it, eyes and shoulders heavy]

A sword is more personal than a gun.

[Mun is laughing insanely]

[notelizabeth]

................

[lighteningcount]

Yes?

[notelizabeth]

.......You're dreamy!

[lighteningcount]

I. Uh. Thank you?

[notelizabeth]

Hee hee...OK, I'll leave you alone now....just wanted to pay a compliment, since, y'know, you really are gorgeous and, uhm....well, see you around!

(Dashes off giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush....which she is.)

[lighteningcount]

[not quite sure what just happened, has never encountered a typical schoolgirl before...]