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?

Comments

[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.