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[fried]

this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way

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[sarkazm]

Because you've never seen one before, right?

[fried]

That depends on your definition of the word, I suppose.

[sarkazm]

Mine? Or everyone else's?

[fried]

You can tell me both, and I can tell you what I think.

[sarkazm]

For everyone else... [she pauses. scowls. knocks a fist down on one of the hovering metal objects with her.] Oh, shut it, I told you I don't need your stupid history lessons!

[ANYWAY.]

They think everything in the world is our fault, we're evil, violent, vengeful, blah, blah, blah. If they had their way, we'd all have gotten wiped off the face of Terra years ago.

And me? I know what I am. If they're scared-- they should be.

[fried]

[ nooo not the friend shaped metal object!! he raises his eyebrows a bit, but he doesn't comment for now.

instead, he listens, ear flicking. ]

I would not call you a devil, still. I'd call you resilient.

[sarkazm]

Obviously. I lasted this long, didn't I?

[like, dying puts a damper on that... but still.]

[fried]

It takes courage to be exactly who you are, fearing no consequence.

[ idly. ]

My General would like you.

[sarkazm]

General? I guess being military explains a little bit.

[he really just takes shit in stride...]

[fried]

[ yeah nothing can phase this bitch he's waist deep in the nihility ]

Explains what, precisely?

[sarkazm]

Seems like nothing really bothers you, you know?

[she says, around another mouthful stolen from the pot.]

So you must really have seen some shit!

[fried]

[ she can have as much as she wants, he's not looking. ]

Oh, so that's what you mean. [ and then, wryly: ] I've spent most of my long life on a battlefield of some sort. Not much surprises me anymore.

My last workplace before I died was the worst of them all.

[sarkazm]

Must've worked with some real weirdoes, too!

[be NICE. for once in your life be nice.]

Unless you mean the battlefield. In that case, I'd guess that explains how you ended up here. [dead.]

[fried]

Oh, no. In this case, I meant a government office.

[ politics are so much worse than war in his opinion ]

My death was unrelated to paperwork, thankfully.

[sarkazm]

I'd sure hope that it was. Imagine having to admit you died to the worst papercut...

[all too casually, after another sip:]

Then what did kill you?

[fried]

Embarrassing...

[ a beat, and then his ear flicks. ]

A big bad wolf.

[sarkazm]

What, did you get on the wrong side of a Siracusan?

[fried]

A what?

[sarkazm]

Oh, come on. No way any part of Yan is so remote you don't know where Siracusa is!

[fried]

[ jiaoqiu like bwuh ]

Is that a planet? A country? [ a beat. ] Perhaps we have different names for the same thing.

[sarkazm]

What the hell-- aren't you a Vulpo?!

[GROANING... ugh.]

You're not even Terran, are you.

[fried]

[ help!!! ]

Probably not. [ he's a little sheepish. ] I'm a foxian, from the Xianzhou Alliance.

Vulpo. Interesting. [ that's more creative than FOXIAN. thanks hoyo ]

[sarkazm]

You look just like them. Ugh, and here I thought I wasn't going to be the only one...

[damnit alternate furries.]

[fried]

The only one?

[ jiaoqiu like i mean listen people are still weirdos about my ears and tail so maybe it's not off the table entirely ]

[sarkazm]

It's been two days and I'm already sick of explaining every word we have for people. None of you people even know what I am, nevermind who! How's a girl supposed to lean on her rep under these circumstances?