Edema Rue
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He followed her, and knocked politely on the door. It was always better to knock, after all. Politeness wasn’t something to be discounted, even in an arranged marriage.
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How do you imagine your fellow Sharders?
Edema Rue replied to S. Stormy's topic in General Discussion
…I don’t even know what IQ is, just that it means you’re smart. -
I STAND BY THAT.
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A young man was looking for…um…the girl he was supposed to be marrying? @Ookla the Raveness
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Tal shrugged. “Just checking. You can never be too sure.”
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How do you imagine your fellow Sharders?
Edema Rue replied to S. Stormy's topic in General Discussion
GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT I’M A STALKER -
evolved into a large, stinky,
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Tal blinked. Then again. Then a third time. “Well then…” he looked at Melody. “You just saw that too, right?” @Ookla the Resolute
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Tal blinked, but strangely enough felt himself relaxing. This was fine. This was what the clinic was all about; figments of people’s imaginations being terrified and insane. This was something he could deal with. “Okay. Sure.”
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How do you imagine your fellow Sharders?
Edema Rue replied to S. Stormy's topic in General Discussion
Hmm. Honestly, I don’t know. I guess to me, a nerd is someone who’s smarter than average in a lot more areas, especially math and science. And I’m pretty storming awful at math and science, really reading books is all I’ve got… I don’t know. I just don’t identify as a nerd -
“Fine,” Rue said, and started towards the mansion.
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Anything and Everything Role Play
Edema Rue replied to The Honorable Musician's topic in Roleplaying
Xi floated around, smiling. -
Note: This isn't aimed towards anyone on the shard. You're all wonderful, and loving, and so very incredible. Don't ever forget that. This was just written because, believe it or not, there is a world outside of the shard, and I spend time there. Sometimes. Usually at the library. Anyway...yeah. I wrote this.
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To the theatre, regarding acting:
You are a place of pretending.
A place where the world pauses,
And everyone pretends to believe in things that are not.
The world is banished, exiled by everyone’s shared suspension of disbelief.
Suspension of disbelief.
A pause.
A break.
A moment where all cynicism, all criticism, all is banished. Where everyone agrees to believe in falsehoods.
And,
It turns out,
That isn’t just for the relationship between the audience and the actors.
It’s for the actors and the actors,
The audience and the audience.
And sitting in the audience,
Surrounded by actors who know how to love the ones onstage, even when they aren’t performing,
I can pretend.
Just for one short hour.
I can pretend,
That they aren’t just acting.
I can pretend,
That maybe someday they’ll invite me to come with them.
I can pretend,
That this moment of joy will last forever.
I can pretend,
That they really do care about me.
I can pretend,
As we all watch them, then go backstage to meet their cast, then make friends and stay after to clean up, then show them our monologues, our performances, our art. I can pretend that I really am one of them. And they can pretend too. And it’s wonderful.
And now…
And now I’ve left your walls,
And gone back to a world where pretending is scorned.
Where acting won’t help.
But,
Stars,
That one night.
That one short hour.
That one moment of acting.
Of feeling her head on my shoulder,
Of feeling their arms around me,
Of being a part of everything I’ve always watched from outside.
You can do that.
You are…wonderful.
I want that.
Please.
I want more of it.
It’s a drug, and every moment I spend basking in that euphoria is a moment that I want more of it, more, more, more, more.
It isn’t bad, is it?
To want this?
This isn’t going to hurt me.
It isn’t.
I swear it.
It’s the lack of it that hurts.
But…
I suppose a lot of things are that way.
But what if I didn’t ever have to lack it?
That’s okay, isn’t it?
You can give me that.
You can make sure I can be acting this part forever.
Never alone.
Never lacking in the feelings that keep me alive.
Never without them.
Give me more.
Let me stay in this act.
Please?
Rue
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*more hugs*
I know this feeling, I wish I could have some way to help but I don’t because I haven’t found any answers for myself. But keep breathing, this world is a mess, the people in it can be cruel, they can be ignorant and hateful, but they don’t define you. But it still hurts and I’m sorry you have to go through this.*even more hugs*
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"What do you mean you're not real? Of course you are." "Never mind, then."
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"It's a big clinic," Tal said, winking. "Besides, if it wasn't in the clinic, it wouldn't be here right now. We are, after all, floating in a void." Tal chuckled bitterly. "Sure. A poor experience. You people are monsters, just as much as that Kaos ever was."
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Tal took a long breath. "You said you'd force people to convert. That counts as threatening them." "Yes. We're at the chapel, in the courtyard, in the clinic. Are you feeling okay?" He sounded...genuinely concerned.
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Tal blinked at her. "Do you...do you even know where you are?"
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"They came into the clinic and threatened to hurt the clients. That makes it my business." Tal's tone was soft, careful, every word perfectly enunciated. If they hadn't been in the clinic...Tal shivered. I'm not losing control. I'm not.
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"I am not heathen," Tal growled. Tal cocked his head at her. "And why is that?"
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"They were going to hurt clients, so I sent them to the basement. Clearly, though, they can get out. Happy?" Stars. You haven't lost your temper like that in a long time. Calm down. Calm down. Breathe...
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Tal groaned. "This is absurd. All of you are absurd."
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