neverplaysfair | Game 042 [Written/Action] - Play Like There's No Tomorrow

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Game 042 [Written/Action] - Play Like There's No Tomorrow

[ The following goes up on the journals later on in the morning. ]

A rather large collection of sheet music appeared in the shops some time rather recently. If you were looking for any that you'd hoped would follow you to Luceti, I might have picked it up.

[ Soon after that, the sound of a violin can be heard coming from in front of House 38. If you're quiet, it can even be heard all the way from the town center. What's he playing, you ask? Well, anything.

Maybe your favorite song. Maybe something hauntingly familiar. Maybe a rousing song. Maybe it's even battle music!

Seriously, he'll be playing anything if there's someone with that canon here. Who needs a fourth wall.

Joshua is sitting out in front of House 38 on one of the chairs from inside, sheet music on his lap has he sight reads it. Care to stop by and listen? ]

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But you have no actual idea.

And you do?

Yes.

How many worlds have you seen, then?

More than simply my own, at least.

And the others you've seen?

Either similar to mine, or with nothing in place. Souls simply scattered upon death.

Scattering is better than what you do to them.

Giving them the opportunity to earn another chance at living and scattering them if they fail is worse?

Scattering is better than being erased.

They're the same thing.

Hardly.

The dispersal of one's essence into its base form to be eventually regathered in different ways into different beings. Erasure is being scattered and being scattered means being Erased.

Shut up. [For lack of a better argument.]

Now, now. That's not the proper way to have a conversation.

It's not your place to tell me how to talk to people.

It will never be your place to tell me to shut up.

We're done. [And shutting down from conversation as of now.]

No. You're done, because you don't like the way this conversation is going. So now you just want to run away from it instead of bringing it to a proper end.

And yet you're still talking.

So are you. I told you, it will never be your place to shut me up.

[BUT! He has to have the last word. :|] Then just go home and have the rest of this argument by yourself.

I am home.

Then go inside.

I refuse.

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