wiš'adel catchall

[florescences]

do people just call her w in game too or is that just a fandom thing

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[florescences]

Haha, you should ask to see what they can do for you, if they do show up. They could say yes.

[ and the worse they can say is no. ]

[sarkazm]

They'll say yes if they know what's good for 'em.

[instructions unclear argued with an angel about eggs]

[florescences]

Or else what? What will you do?

[sarkazm]

I'd probably have to experiment a little to figure out what they really hate. Property damage doesn't seem like such a big deal, so... verbal injuries aren't the worst place to start.

[florescences]

[ well.... well.....! elysia thinks this the lesser of two evils, so it's fine. hopefully, the angels they're going to meet have thick skins. ]

You know... I think you're probably right. Sometimes, the best attacks are the ones that get under the skin.

But you should start slow to gauge what really hits.

[sarkazm]

Oooor I don't, and don't let them start building up a tolerance to it?

[she knows an attempt to mitigate her when she sees it.]

I could be starting with violence, you know.

[florescences]

They'd build a tolerance faster with more exposure. You need pinpoint precision.

Have you considered they could overpower you, if your friend can't do what he always can?

[sarkazm]

You think that he's the only one of us who's capable?

[florescences]

Are you at your full potential right now? Are you not limited in capability, too?

[sarkazm]

Who says that being limited would definitely make me lose?

[florescences]

Oh? Tell me what you'd to win, hmm? I want to hear how amazing you are.

[ she's sincere. it's all truly sincere. ]

[sarkazm]

Oh, come on. I know better than to just hand that info over.

[sincerity... gross. it's got to be hiding something, right? that's how this goes, in her experience.]

[florescences]

I'm not going to pry. Instead, how about you tell me things you like, activities you like doing, hobbies that make you happy?

[sarkazm]

Hm... well, I like seeing someone unsuspecting stepping on a well-placed mine. Watching someone I can't stand stuck at their lowest. Blowing up something extra flammable.

[florescences]

[ she listens to that as easily as she'd listen to someone saying they like knitting and bird watching. ]

How straightforward of you. I appreciate the honesty. What do you like to do with people you care about?

[sarkazm]

I'll let you know when I find some?

[wiš'adel. no.]

[florescences]

Oh, I don't believe you don't. Even if you don't care about most, it's hard to keep going with none.

[sarkazm]

Care is a pretty strong word!

But I've cooked for 'em every so often, I guess.

[florescences]

I think care fits! Cooking takes a lot of care.

[sarkazm]

It's not like it's hard or anything.

[florescences]

For some, it is, and providing comfort and warmth to others through food.... it sends a whole message.

[sarkazm]

Calm down, the message isn't anything but "don't starve to death".

[florescences]

That's a nice message. You don't want them to die.

[ she can put an optimistic spin on almost anything. ]

[sarkazm]

Obviously! If they get murked, I'm on my own out there!

Are you just always like this?

[florescences]

[ she refrains from saying that means w wants them around. ]

Like what? I can't be anything but myself.