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dramadramaduck2012-01-02 03:30 pm
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New Year's resolutions?
I've never really made one, honestly.
Tops of salt towers in an ocean. Nothing to reach, or no resolve? [she pauses and tilts her head.] I haven't, either. Wells get deep and dark. I forgot which way was up. But I found it again. Should we try?
That's a fragment resolve. Formatting a problem into an equation is simple. The solution is the time-consuming portion.
[anon | THE FIRST COMMENT WAS ANON TOO LJ is just fucking with me rn]
I'm aware.
I'm aware.
I guess to try to protect Himemiya.
Should be addressed in the plural. The resolve falls short. There's a danger in flying too close to the sea, too. Reverse-Icarus syndrome. Your feet will catch.
[anon]
I have no idea what you're talking about, but I like the resolution.
I have no idea what you're talking about, but I like the resolution.
Icarus fell to a mistake in planning. Made his wings with wax and failed to account for the heat of the Sun. These extensions are lacking in substance. [a beat.] Your plans need work.
[anon]
Wanting to be happy with my life doesn't "need work".
Wanting to be happy with my life doesn't "need work".
Can you carry the weight of your sword?
A sword is just a sword. If I have to use it to protect, of course I can carry it.
Can't say I've ever made any, actually.
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Perhaps they're like birthday wishes-- if you tell people what they are, they won't come true.
[eyeroll. wow, it's already obvious that this is azula, but she's going to keep it quiet for a little longer because she is trying to explain something here oh my god.]
The fraction isn't enough. It's minimal. You need— [she makes a useless hand gesture, frustrated with her inability to express this. recycle, reuse something, what did she say before that can - ] You can't leave the equation unsolved. It's sense. Your senses will forget if it's not... resolved. It needs the resolution.
The fraction isn't enough. It's minimal. You need— [she makes a useless hand gesture, frustrated with her inability to express this. recycle, reuse something, what did she say before that can - ] You can't leave the equation unsolved. It's sense. Your senses will forget if it's not... resolved. It needs the resolution.
[anon]
It's not minimal. Nothing is going unsolved. I just have to work my way around a new purpose.
It's not minimal. Nothing is going unsolved. I just have to work my way around a new purpose.
Neither. I'm sorting my directions. Help me orientate? I think we're supposed to aim for up.
But the hilt will wear on your hands. The joints will scrape; fingers, knuckles, wrists, elbows, shoulders. [she touches each of them on her left side with her right hand as she says it.] It causes seizing. Aches. Can you carry your bones?
I'm not sure my help is the sort you want, luv. You aim for up. My interests tend to lay a bit further south.
A resolve can be strengthened. Another structure added to lift the weight. A wish is just a wish.
That's why I limber up! ...or, if you mean something else. Yeah, I guess maybe my path isn't the easiest but it's the right one. If I get shot or stabbed or injured does it matter if I'm doing the right thing? It'll be worth it in the end.
Have you learnt to pick cotton yet?
[there's a longer pause and she sits there, frowns, mutters to herself incoherently; she's trying to think of what to do. it's unclear, it's never clear, but she can— there's a solution to this, she's taking a long path that doesn't end, there's a way to make it shorter, something easy if she can just—]
I'm saving my feet.
[she leans up and types a message that appears on the screen a moment later.]
[there's a longer pause and she sits there, frowns, mutters to herself incoherently; she's trying to think of what to do. it's unclear, it's never clear, but she can— there's a solution to this, she's taking a long path that doesn't end, there's a way to make it shorter, something easy if she can just—]
I'm saving my feet.
[she leans up and types a message that appears on the screen a moment later.]
It's a good equation. Solid. Between the sea and the sun. The ground at a cliff's edge is prone to erosion, but you have steady feet.
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