10 ~ comparing those worlds to this boring, normal life [audio/picture]

[menial]

['Well. It sure got cold pretty fast, huh? Which means that I'm rapidly approaching the one-year mark, so I should really be proud. Or something. After burrowing myself away to avoid complications from refugees, my antisociality has reached a certain limit.

Unfortunately, I also have nothing to contribute beyond the observation about the weather which I already blithely used up there! Not that people can read my thoughts, but if they could, they'd find out. Well, they'd find out a lot of things. But who would want to anyway? It would just go on and on without any point.

Anyway, I guess I'll poorly disguise my attempt to see who's up for a random conversation with some kind of opener. Hey, if I were at home, this would be a mind-scarring Omegle session or something. At least I'm pretty sure I won't run into the usual problems stranger-chatting over the journal.'

...and so:]

So I found this in a book the other day.



Maybe this doesn't work as well over the journal, but I thought it was cool, anyway. Or at least different from discussions about fire and eternal suffering, continued kidnapping, disappearance, reappearance, cross-dressing, and so on.

Comments

[herotypical]

And if you're lucky? You'll never have to meet him.

[menial]

Now that's the kind of sentiment I can get behind. I had enough of vampires with Sparrow that one time.

[herotypical]

He wasn't even my kind of vamp. He was like -- the Diet Coke of vamps.

[menial]

['I feel like he might be the Diet Coke of a lot of things.']

Yeah, but it was enough to convince me I'm just going to quit soda altogether. Bad for you anyway.

[herotypical]

...And yet so bewitchingly tasty.

[menial]

.......









Gross, Buffy.

[herotypical]

...I mean Diet Coke! Oh my God!

[ she didn't mean diet coke. ]

[menial]

....



Even then, it doesn't compare to regular Coke... or Asahina-san's tea...

[herotypical]

I dunno. After a long enough time? You kinda learn to prefer Diet...

[menial]

... ['I repeat: gross.']

Well, I don't think you need to be on a diet, honestly. Plus, there's all the chemicals.

[herotypical]

...Somehow, I don't think chemicals are gonna be the eventual inevitable end of me.

[menial]

I don't know. Look at all those classic rockers who've survived to today. It's the chemicals that are going to take them down.

[herotypical]

As much as I would one day like to be as horrifically wrinkly as a classic rocker? I'm mostly certain some lucky baddie will get to me first.

[menial]

....


Don't say that, Buffy. That's - just depressing.

Besides, you're way too good for that.

[herotypical]

Your support is sweet, Kyon.

[menial]

...

"Sweet" sounds like "lame" coming out of your mouth. Must be a California thing.

[herotypical]

[ or an 'already been dead' thing. ]

God, Kyon. A girl's gotta speak by the book around you, doesn't she?

[menial]

Well, it doesn't hurt anyone to do that. [nope never met Melaka]

...Seriously, though. At least be optimistic.

[herotypical]

I'm afraid that the odds are against me and my optimism.

[menial]

Sure.

But I'm guessing you've already beaten the odds enough times that they might call a hotline on you already. So why not now, too?

[herotypical]

Wait wait wait. What do you count as 'beating the odds'?

[menial]

I was thinking survival of certain death, defeating armies of hell monsters, making it for fifteen years in Luceti, that kind of thing.

[herotypical]

...Then I do feel rather bad, y'know. Bursting your bubble.

[menial]

... What's that supposed to mean?

[herotypical]

[ well. it's almost common knowledge, so: ] I've died, already. Twice, actually.