Week 1, Sunday Evening; Barnham

[alcobrawlic]

[ There's been a lot to mull over, with the Sheriff's arrival and those two girls now in jail, a lot of information to take in. Which, for a bracer and an instructor, isn't impossible for Sara, but there was a difference between learning a curriculum or the details of a mission or job request and...

This.

A game where they were being encouraged to kill each other. It's a sick game, definitely, but she's a little more concerned about how the younger ones are handling it-- and just how many of their number have killed before.

For now, she just sighs into her beer mug-- her third, but there's really no point in stopping now. Her mind is still, unfortunately, clear enough.

The saloon's fairly quiet for now, and that's all she needs. ]

Comments

[moraled]

[...Uh.]

"Cool"...?

[alcobrawlic]

[ ... oh boy. ]

Im... pressive? Surprisingly great? Worthy of... magnanimous... admiration?

[ Look, she knows big words too. ]

[moraled]

... I cannot help but feel as though you are making fun of me, Lady Instructor Valestein.

[MAGNANIMOUS...ADMIRATION??]

[alcobrawlic]

[ WHY DID IT GET EVEN LONGER ]

Look, if I was, you'd know for sure.

[ Not a lie. ]

But you get my point, right? Okay, so I figured you were this pretty uptight guy who was married to justice and formality and you kind of are, but you're not so much of an asshole stick that you refuse to admit when something's wrong about the way you might've done things before. And you want to change that, even if it gets you in trouble.

Trust me, that's a trait I wish more people had.

[moraled]

[He does get her point--though he's not sure he's done enough to really deserve that sort of praise. He frowns a little, glancing away.]

... It certainly was a matter that took me far too long to see for myself.

Regardless, I can only make amends for my behavior in the past, by looking to the future and seeing what must be changed to properly protect all of the citizenry of Labyrinthia.

[alcobrawlic]

That's right. Dwelling on the past isn't going to change a single thing.

In the end, all any of us can do is keep moving forward.

[ She believes in that more strongly than ever. ]

[moraled]

It would appear we are on the same page with this.

[Which is good... he wouldn't want to have to explain himself further.]

... Likewise, I do not intend to leave this place with regrets. I shall do what I see as my duty, and what is just, regardless of the consequences.

[alcobrawlic]

Just make sure those consequences don't involve death. You'll make your dog sad.

[ And that's terrible. ]

[moraled]

I do not intend to die here, no.

[HE'S GOT SHIT TO DO.]

Though I am certain Constantine will be fine. He is more than capable of handling himself.

[An agreeing "woof" from the patient dog on the floor.]

[alcobrawlic]

... I'm just gonna come out and say he looks about as dangerous as a cotton ball, but I also know some pretty fierce ones.

[moraled]

[Rude.]

He is as fierce as need be.

Regardless, this is all entirely moot. I will not die in this place.

[alcobrawlic]

Glad to hear it! You're going to owe me a toast eventually, after all.

[moraled]

I owe you nothing.

[Hmph.]

I simply stated that I would accept a drink only when the situation is less dire.

[alcobrawlic]

Which is pretty much exactly what I said, only a lot less killjoy.

[ You're going to drink with her, dammit. ]

[moraled]

[he won't!! (he will)]

...Regardless of my state of sobriety of lack thereof, is that truly something you are most looking forward to, when escaping this ridiculous game?

[alcobrawlic]

Well, the most would be getting back home-- but yeah!

[ She's so chipper. ]

Drinking to celebrate a victory with a guy who doesn't look like he can smile without actual effort-- I definitely want to live to see that!

[moraled]

[..............SARA....]

I--I certainly have no issues with smiling when the situation calls for it...!

[alcobrawlic]

[ Heh. ]

The strongest people are the ones who can smile in any situation. Because they're the ones others look to.

[ Beatrix probably told her that once. ]

[moraled]

[wtf, are you a fortune cookie.]

I...see.

[???]

That is... you are certainly more than welcome to believe what you will in regards to...smiling.

[alcobrawlic]

I mean, that you don't always have to frown just because we're not in the best situation ever right now! That was supposed to be motivational!

[ She tried. ]

[moraled]

... I am afraid I cannot say it was particularly motivational.

[SORRY SARA]

[alcobrawlic]

... Is it really just because it's me?

[ into her beer mug. It sounds so cool and then everyone laughs or isn't inspired at all. WHYYYYY. ]

[moraled]

... Shall I take from that tone of voice that this has happened to you before? Perhaps you should simply cut your losses and attempt to avoid the motivational speeches.

[alcobrawlic]

... I don't want to hear that from a guy who just said being a teacher suited me.

[moraled]

Having one poor trait does not stop you from being an excellent instructor.

[sara pls]