canon review.

[ryanizing]

You think such a cursory examination of my life's work will bring me back under your control? Fortunately, I'm not so easily won over. You may be restless, and even--foolishly--believe that there is work to be done here. But, I won't be swayed. I know you, I know your type. You have nothing to offer me, and would hardly understand if I tried to teach you a thing or two, myself.

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So I...really couldn't resist this >>;;

[johnnytopside]

[Hey, it could be always be worse.]

rjtsedgs resistence is futile

[ryanizing]

[ Of course, he remembers you. The spy from the surface. ]

Subject Delta. I had heard that you were out of commission.

Muahahahahaha~

[johnnytopside]

[Does he look out of commission to you?]

[ryanizing]

[ Exactly. ]

I suppose Sofia Lamb did always think too much of her abilities.

[johnnytopside]

[That's putting it mildly.]

[ryanizing]

[ Well. In any case, Ryan never cared much for the Big Daddies or Little Sisters, so he frowns distastefully. ]

Well, then? What is it?

[johnnytopside]

[Right, because he can answer that question.]

[ryanizing]

[ Doesn't make it any less irritating. ]

Then, go. Do your work.

[apolloheir]

...

[Hello, pop.]

[ryanizing]

[ Sigh. If you think he's going to be the one to begin some emotional conversation, you're very, very wrong. ]

[apolloheir]

[Emotional conversation? What's that? Jack's just going to stand here glaring for a little bit more.]

You're not a good teacher, I'll give you that.

[ryanizing]

[ Where do you think you got that glare from? Sheesh, kid. ]

I think I can honestly say you have no weight in the matter.

is it time for that picnic yet

[wouldnotkindly]

[What a touching reunion this will be. Ahahahahahahahahaha]

It's either be swayed or be left to rot, isn't it?

SOON

[ryanizing]

[ All of their reunions are touching. Especially when they involve guns. ]

Such simple-mindedness. Obviously, though I have not be convinced to take any action, I'm still coherent. Very much alive. And, as you know, I have been here for some time now.

[paper_knight]

What type do you mean?

[Just. Out of terminal curiosity.]

[ryanizing]

Young, without purpose, without drive.

[paper_knight]

And yet here you are.

[ryanizing]

Yes. I never said they were without power.

[paper_knight]

More powerful than you?

[Again, more curiosity than challenge.]

[ryanizing]

I think it hard to say, considering we're only figments.

[paper_knight]

Very clearheaded of you.

[ryanizing]

Starkly realistic.

[paper_knight]

I'd prefer that to some of the other folks I meet around here. People who think threatening gets them somewhere.

[ryanizing]

That, I think, would not fall under "realistic." They cannot be harmed, obviously. Not physically, anyway.

what're you gonna do with that golf club andrew

[paper_knight]

I never said they were sensible folks.

head to putt putt obvs

[ryanizing]

Certainly not.

[rianofski]

Well. This is always vaguely disconcerting.

[ryanizing]

To speak with myself in a public forum? I would say so, yes.

[rianofski]

But not necessarily unpleasant, for all its strangeness.

[ryanizing]

Agreed. At least there are some who have common sense, here.

[rianofski]

Though the very idea is somewhat disheartening -- a place filled with countless individuals, and the only one with common sense is oneself?

[ryanizing]

At the same time, I have yet to find one who I consider worth speaking with.

[rianofski]

Unfortunate, indeed. Though some of the people around here can prove... diverting, at the very least.

[ryanizing]

Diverting... yes, that's absolutely certain. They can be observed from a distance and prove interesting.

[rianofski]

Some of them can even be interesting up close. For a brief period of time.

[ryanizing]

Until they become a nuisance. ... Though, in my time, I have encountered a few who were tolerable.

[rianofski]

Perhaps this is a strange question, considering that we are, essentially, speaking to ourselves, but what year is it, for you?

[ryanizing]

... Ah. [ He's right, though, this is. Bizarre. ] 1960. Though, I am told that the current year is 2012.

[rianofski]

So they say. I, myself, am from 1959.

[ryanizing]

Ah. [ You poor, sorry bastard. ] I trust you have heard of your--our--future, though?

[rianofski]

Of course. I prefer not to dwell on it.

[ryanizing]

[ There's an odd pause. And then, he chuckles, darkly. ]

My condolences.

[rianofski]

You seem to be managing it well, considering.

[ryanizing]

I have grown somewhat used to all this, yes. Unfortunately.

[rianofski]

I consider my current placement far more favorable than where I was before. 1956 Russia with zombies is no place for anyone, and most certainly not myself.

[ryanizing]

Zombies. [ Laughable, but. He knows that Splicers aren't far off from the ridiculous concept of the walking dead. ] ... Yes, I would have to agree, in that case.

[rianofski]

And where do you find yourself, these days?

[ryanizing]

I was in one of these... games, once. Of late, I only find myself here.