considering exsilium

[forks]

Let me get this straight. [There's a bite to her voice, one that hasn't surfaced in what almost seems like a million years. (Forever.)] You want to give me a weapon, and send me to fight a war in the future?

[Aside from the obvious that her complete lack of grace is about the worst thing that could ever be entrusted with something that could potentially kill someone...--]

No. [She shakes her head. Her voice changes; it grows louder, and a slight edge of emphatic hysteria begins to creep in.] No. I can't... I can't leave Forks. You know I can't.

[It's not the weather that's keeping her there, after all]

And I won't.

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[speakveryclearly]

It's not going to help if you think you can't. You're fast approaching the time to think about how you can.

[forks]

[>x|

this is the stubborn face of stubbornness

because Bella Swan is, if anything, stubborn]

I'm not leaving. And I'm not going to think about it.

[speakveryclearly]

You don't decide that. I only wish you did.

oh what the heck

[chiefswan]

[He'd prefer not to get involved with this mun business, which he really doesn't understand to begin with, but. It's Bella, so. Look of concern.] Fight a war in the future? Honey, I don't think you have your head on straight. Have you been staying up late reading those books of yours?

[Sigh of disapproval.] I won't push it, but you know what I think about you staying in Forks.

SCREAMS AND TWIRLS 8D

[forks]

[That tone of voice. A perfect match to the glances she gets across the kitchen table every morning, ones that radiate a concern and worry she's more than uncomfortable being on the receiving end of. In this moment, discomfort manifests itself into putting her on the defensive as she opens her mouth to speak.]

That's what...--

[But then she stops right in her tracks, as if thinking the better of it.]

You know what I think about going to Jacksonville. [It's not harsh, but it's said with a certain kind of finality. Because she knows what's coming. She's made her point, and she doesn't want to discuss it again.]

fffff

[chiefswan]

[Well, she could try not giving him something to be concerned about, starting with a response that doesn't trail off. Raises an eyebrow.] Okay. Not going to push that either. [He's walking on too many eggshells already.]

[Another sigh, mustache twitching this time. Not a fan of that tone, young lady.] I know, I know. I said I wasn't going to push it. But your mom might.

/gently threadjacks

[swamtofrance]

Whatever happens, Charlie, she'll be alright. I'll be heading that way soon and I can keep an eye on her.

[deviantsight]

Oh, Bella. You know I love you dearly, but what could your mun be thinking?

[forks]

[Alice. Alice. How many emails have bounced back? For months, she's desperately wanted to talk to her. Just once. No matter how futile the efforts seem to be, she's continued to write back, hoping that some day, one day, she'd get an answer.

And now she's here.

After the shock subsides, she allows a small, self-deprecating smile. A quiet chuckle. Things that feel foreign, alien, but that slip out of her regardless.]

She isn't. Clearly.

[swamtofrance]

[Whoa... Whoa! NO!]

Bella, your mun can't honestly be thinking of sending you off to a war? It's one thing that mine is looking at sending me there.

[forks]

[Yes, thank you, Carlisle. Please be a voice of sanity. A voice of sanity is desperately needed around here.]

I'm pretty sure this is the worst idea I've ever heard.

Have some crack.

[tyrant_flughude]

[Warning; incoming ham.]

Is that really what you think? Are these... "forks" going to suffer from your leaving them?

ahahaha i love it 8D

[forks]

[lmao what]

No. It's.... it's a place.

Weaponry and wars? Sounds like a regular day for this lady.

[fairbrook]

Take heed, young lady. It will do you no good to dwell on failure as the tides of war approach. Look towards the future, and prepare yourself for the battle ahead.

teach her your waaaaays

[forks]

[Prepare herself? Someone like her... who can't even play volleyball in PE without hitting a classmate in the head? The way she sees it, this is a pretty hopeless cause.]

How am I supposed to do that?

[damngod]

Protesting that you cannot leave your home is a very weak argument when it comes to mundanes.

[sup bella guess who's also supposed to be headed to exsilium




and is team charlie]

[forks]

[sup dracula


this should be interesting 8D]

But I can't. [No question, end of discussion. She is going to be stubborn about this 5ever. Doesn't matter if it's a weak argument.]

[guised]

Unfortunately, despite your expressed unwillingness to go, your mun has the power to take your there regardless. Surely you know this.

[forks]

[Knows? Sure, from what she's gleaning, that seems to be the way it is. Cares? Absolutely not. There's one thing she has to do, one place she has to be, and she's going to make sure she keeps it that way.]

I won't let her.

A wild JRPG villain appears!

[four_quarts]

How cute; the girl thinks her mundane is giving her a choice in the matter.

[Sure, he could be understanding about the situation, but this is more fun. Sorry.]

[forks]

[The bite in her voice that was there before makes a subtle creep back in.]

She's not all-powerful. [She's just a normal human. Like her. Ordinary in every way. Someone so ordinary doesn't hold a power like that at all.]

here have one more weirdo sans tl;dr for once

[174awhile]

No. Absolutely not. You can't let her do this, Bella. You belong in Forks.

what if i provided a small smattering of tl;dr anyway

[forks]

[Oh. Oh.

In one fell swoop, every ounce of breath has been knocked out of her. All it took was that voice, so musical, so perfect in its cadence. The voice her entire existence now hinges upon hearing.

It isn't real; that much is certain. One more hallucination, one more unreal thing to add to the host of them. She doesn't care. She'll do anything to hold onto it. Anything to keep it there just a little bit longer.

Once again, a vague thought enters her mind that she's lost touch with sanity, but once again, she pushes it aside. Right now, everything else is irrelevant.]

I know. [A beat. She swallows down a dryness in her throat. Catches her breath. But even then, she still struggles to get the words out.] I won't. I'll never let her.

[And oh so quietly:] I promise.

THERE ARE YOU HAPPY

[bellabellabella]

Try harder, Bella. You have to convince her. If she has to find you a game, so be it, but not this. Not a war.

You promised.

[birdhousesoul]

You know, you'll get to choose a weapon, when you're brought here. If you're loath to leave forks behind, why not choose a fork as your weapon?

There's a thing called a spork, as well, but it's not quite so good for jabbing things or people.