canon is fable 3

[roadtorule]

Okay, okay, I get it. You really like how my hammer's turned out. I admit, it does look pretty cool, but if you ask me, you're getting waaayyy too excited about the fact that it looks like a bird. Can we move on now?

And, um, hey. Just one more thing... You know that whole "canon point" thing? Weird name for it, if you ask me, but that's not what I'm wanting to discuss. Don't you think it's, well... To put it frankly... A bitchy thing to do? Picking the one you've been talking about? Can't I at least know Walter's okay? That's all I'm asking for, really. I just want to know he's okay. Because if you send me someplace, and it makes me think I died out in the middle of the desert, without letting someone know that Walter needs help...

It's not like you don't know what you're doing! That's why you want to go with that one! Seriously, come on. Hey! Don't you walk away from me! Hey!

Dammit.

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[controledfreak]

[Move your cursor over the bouncing icon for a quick translation~]

My player informed me that now would be a good time to speak with you. Though if I am honest I have no understanding why that might be. Do you?

hunh! if you're using a different font, it isn't showing up on this computer

[roadtorule]

[wh wh wh WHAT IS THAT]

I... I haven't the faintest idea...

[controledfreak]

[YAR!]

Your reaction couple with the hesitation in your voice implies that you do.

What reason do you have to attempt to deceive me?

oh now I'm sad :c I'm missing out on pretty font

[roadtorule]

[She can feel her heartbeat in her throat, just like she did back then in the cave with the darkness dripping all around her and all she could hear was Walter's panicked shouting.

She shakes her head, a little too violently. This... girl? This person -- Emma's pretty sure it's a person -- can't help the way she looks, probably. Can't help that she reminds her of the Crawler, just enough (white skin, too many eyes).]

Just some bad memories.

sorry :c

[controledfreak]

[For a full view, also her friends.

That feeling is not misplaced. Like him, her very presence seems anomalous. In fact, her voice carries and practically echos despite all the open space in the area, as though her very existence distorts the fabric of sound and space. She is not supposed to be here, and yet for some unholy reason, she is.]

More secrets. Your kind is very greedy in your veiled meanings. Yet often when it comes down to it these hushed bits of knowledge are often bland and temporal. While I have no doubt they have meaning for you, in the grand eternal I truly doubt that these memories of yours will have any real lasting effect.

Food for thought. Though I have never seen a human's mind eat food.

[Er... she is pouting now.]

wah no you don't have to apologize lmfdksjg

[roadtorule]

[wow it's a lucky thing she doesn't look like her friend on the far left otherwise Hero might've shot her

Wh... Yeah, Emma's not entirely sure what's even going on any more. The not-a-Crawler girl just told her that her memories don't mean jack shit, though, that much she knows, and while that ruffles quite a few of her feathers, she's too uncomfortable by the not-a-Crawler's presence to rise to it like she normally would. So, instead, she does what she always does when she's uneasy: She laughs it off. Or, tries to. It's more like she's shrugging it off, really...]

Hey, can you blame someone for not wanting to talk about something that skeeves them out? I figure it's only natural. Besides, it's not exactly something easy to explain, and I don't wanna waste a stranger's time trying to bumble around with it.

[controledfreak]

[Him. Its the one on the far right you have to watch out for. x3]

And why not? Your kind is just so eloquent in maintaining a feeble understanding of even the most basic concepts.

[She laughs, and the air laughs with her.]

Though I suppose I should be more understanding. After all, it is not as though my life is devoid of pain and suffering. I suppose it is just common enough for us that we don't feel especially tight-lipped about sharing.

That, and it doesn't really matter. If one of our elders wishes it they could make the fly from our mouths and into their ears.

[immorally]

A hammer, my dear? Surely such a large weapon would be nearly impossible to use.

[That's probably because you don't even have a one star strength stat, Reaver...

That voice might sound familiar, but the appearance probably isn't. You'll have to forgive him for not recognizing you; he's from a much earlier canon point.]

From what I've gathered about mundanes, they're quite fond of putting you through the worst situations possible, simply to see if you will adapt and overcome or die trying.

[...you haven't been paying attention at all, have you Reaver?]

[roadtorule]

[.......... well this is definitely Reaver, but just what -- ? No, more like how, probably. At least, that's what she thinks. Well, it doesn't really matter. These are punches she can roll with.]

My mother left it for me, so I'd have it even if I didn't use it.

[She's not so sure she likes what she's hearing, but this is Reaver, so at least she knows she needs to take everything he says with a pound-bag of salt.] Well, I'm not really one for dying.

[immorally]

There's no sense in holding on to something you can't use. But I suppose it's sentimental, hmm?

As far as dying goes, not very many people are fond of it. People will say all sorts of things when they're in a life-or-death situation, however; it's always a marvelous look into their true character~

[Yes, Reaver, we know you're an edgy tryhard. Now sit.]

[roadtorule]

No sense in throwing it out, either. It's not like it's hurting anything by keeping it around. [she's going to stop talking now because she basically just proved him right. um. okay moving on with her life--

... dear Reaver, please stop creeping her out

please and thank]

Is that why you made Paige and I fight through your "Wheel of Misfortune"?

[immorally]

Wheel of Misfortune? I'm afraid I'm not a member of that cult, my dear. I was under the impression it was destroyed a good ten years ago anyway...

[Or maybe it was that other one. Eh, some temple was destroyed, he doesn't really care which it was.]

[roadtorule]

...

Huh?

[yeah no that's all she's got]

[thetyrant]

It is my most fervent hope that she thinks better of this. I shouldn't like to think... [that you died all alone in that desert, with that thing in your ear instead of your big brother. Because Mother always told him it was his job to look out for you. "Shouldn't like to think" would be an understatement if he could finish that sentence.]

Hm. Perhaps she'll come to realize that she would regret it.

[roadtorule]

[She bites her lower lip. It's a reflex reaction, one she's always had when she doesn't know what to say or doesn't want to talk about something, and in this case, both apply. There's a silent moment, heavy and awkward, before she breaks it, shifting her weight to one leg.]

I hope so. 'Cause I can't think of any time worse'n that. [Oops. Her pronunciation slipped. That hasn't happened since it was beat out of her by instructors when she was in her early teens.]

[thetyrant]

Worse than. [It's an instinct to correct her, a kneejerk reflex.] Nor can I.

[roadtorule]

[It's also a kneejerk reaction to stick her tongue out at him for correcting her, and despite the conversation, she does it without thinking. Once realization of it dawns on her, she giggles. It's quiet and nervous, but it's not without a note of happiness.]

[atrueheroine]

[[What's this?? A friendly face around these parts?

...

well hopefully friendly anyway, you never know with those Royal types]]

If you're curious about Walter, your Highness, he's fine. I take it you're talking about Aurora?

[[well if you're not this is gunna get weird]]

[roadtorule]

[oh thank Avo she is so relieved to see you Page

Emma offers a grateful smile.]

Yes... I know. [Or, at least, he was fine. But. You know.] Thank you, though. My concern was that I wouldn't know that he survived the Darkness that day, wherever I would be sent. Thankfully, though, that's no longer something to be worried about, but... It's still an awful thought, isn't it? [Look, an attempt at laughter! Ha ha.]

[atrueheroine]

[[That....actually makes two of us - my god, someone she can related to-]]

I try my best not to think about what could be going on at home while we're wasting our time here. I suppose our only option is to trust in our companions.

[[....

ben please don't ruin everything]]

[roadtorule]

[isn't it such a strange feeling???]

The kingdom can run itself for a little while, can't it?

[right? ............. right?]

[atrueheroine]

[[......

god, we're so screwed]]

That depends on the state in which you left it, Princess. Have you taken the throne?

[roadtorule]

I have, and Albion is safe from the Darkness.

[and then there's that matter of Commander Milton that was taken care of but she doesn't really want to think about that right now]

DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I AM TO SEE FABLE 3 CHARACTERS AROUND HERE? I mean, I just beat the game but

[quarterkrogan]

[Liara found the young woman's excitement... charming. It reminded her much of her enthusiasm about the Protheans back when she was just Dr. T'Soni.

But, when the topic suddenly changed to death, abandonment and uncertainty Liara no longer felt uplifted. Such topics were something she had become accustomed to in a short amount of time and, therefore, could relate with the stranger.

Liara wrung her hands, a habit she developed often showing she was nervous.]

I'm sure your mundane has a good reason to leave you in such a situation.

I ENTIRELY UNDERSTAND I WAS EXCITED WHEN I SAW ACTIVE FABLE PEEPS TOO come into our armsss

[roadtorule]

[SWEET CHICKENS WHY IS THIS GIRL BLUE okay no this doesn't actually throw Emma off as much as the not-a-Crawler person from earlier, so aside from an initial double-take, she manages to not think much of it. Especially when she looks so nervous. She offers a smile to show she's friendly.]

Haha... No, I'm pretty sure she doesn't. Her own entertainment doesn't really qualify as a "good" reason, not for this. But, I appreciate you trying to offer words of comfort. I really do.

Luckily... She's since been persuaded against the idea. Not by me, but I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.