Second Purple File

[proudambassador]

This is ludicrous.

I will not be shoved into a room full of people and expected to share a tiny room. No.

I will work. Anything, to get out of this room.

Except I will not work with animals. They are filthy creatures, and I do not like getting dirty. Nor will I clean. I am not the cleaning type, no.

I am also not built for combat. It is not my thing, I think is said. Running, exertion, wastes. All of them.

I know nothing of medicine. That would be a bad fit, yes.

There should be things left? With good housing. I will have my own room. One way or another.

[There's a pause in the writing.]

What, exactly, is left?

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[enchainement.livejournal.com]

She likes to run but that wasn't the question...

Making the paper for making the books. Working in the shops. Those things are left the remains of what you aren't willing to do.

Were there other nations to name they could put your name to use, she supposes.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

My dear Qi. Who would run when you can relax?

Books. Maybe I could do books. It is not too much work?

Yes, yes. But instead we are stuck here, in this little place, doing little jobs, for little coins.

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

It helps her to relax. _whoosh goes the wind in her hair and she can think on her own again.

I haven't gone to see.

Little coins made of wood. It's silly.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I think it is far easier to think when one reclines.

You are silly, others are silly, and even I am silly. This place, it is not silly. Silly is amusing.

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

Stupid, dangerous, bái mù. But the money. It's old. It can be copied.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I had not thought of that. It is an interesting idea.

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

She wonders how they make them.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

They are wood.

There is wood everywhere.

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

Yes.

But to pull things down and tear them apart is only asking for the same to be done in response.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Oh no, I was not thinking of doing that. There is a park, hm? There are trees. And those trees drop limbs.

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

Ah. Luck!

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I do not think that I believe in luck.

[enchainement.livejournal.com]

Then whatever good thing you believe in.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause as the pen sits on the page.]

I believe in something.

But I do not remember what it is.