And whose fault is that? [A quiet chuckle.} Luck's on your side; you wouldn't have to. Not everybody does interior, you know. Drive. Become a paramedic. Hell, be one of the volunteers. They don't make you do anything you can't.
Unless you're just diggin' for excuses. [Which Freya wouldn't mind. Anna was a very different creature than her, after all, but it seemed like such a waste sometimes. She'll encourage her to go find that grand purpose or whatever than wait for it to come to her, but Freya didn't expect much.]
[is she? like... yeah, a little bit. she keeps saying she needs some kind of direction in her life but now that the entire world is opening up to her, she sure as hell hasn't taken advantage of any of it. christ, this ain't what she wanted to think about tonight. her finger traces the rim of her glass.]
Paramedic doesn't sound bad. If this robot thing pans out right, the lungs won't be a problem either. [she's speaking quietly; she'll lose all her excuses, basically. her head tilts towards Freya, and she speaks up.] The chick in my memories fought giant robots and I have to believe it was to stop them from killing everyone. Cards on the table here, I just wanna feel like I'm keeping people safe from stuff like that.
[Freya listens silently, her idle motions stilling. "Giant robots" brought to mind the metal creature her other self had screamed at, the one that had rendered her an orphan, and that one in the far, far distance that dwarfed mountains and used one as a throne.]
[But even more than that, the emphasis resonated in her. She has to believe it was for a greater good. That was something Freya doubted for a long time about her memories, and no longer had the luxury of hoping for. Not with Ragnarok. Not with her other self's hatred and desperation and rage, and her willingness to let the world burn.]
[Anna should get the luxury if she could. Her tone keeps the quiet humor, but shifts towards something more candid.] Yeah, I get that. Robots to fight robots, huh? That explains something about that doorstop of a sword of yours.
[thank god it makes sense to someone else, because sometimes she thinks about the very clear, distinct memories of A2 nearly blowing herself up in a desert to attack a giant robot centipede and she feels like she's lost it. it gets a small, but relieved, sigh from her as the tension visibly leaves her shoulders.]
And the electric one that I'm just waiting to get back at this point. That seemed like it was her sword. This one's just some other sword she got from... I don't know who. [but the place she's from seems pretty flush with blades.] I don't know how often we get attacked by big shit around here, least of all big robots. Seems like the city likes fucking with us on a bigger scale than that.
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Unless you're just diggin' for excuses. [Which Freya wouldn't mind. Anna was a very different creature than her, after all, but it seemed like such a waste sometimes. She'll encourage her to go find that grand purpose or whatever than wait for it to come to her, but Freya didn't expect much.]
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Paramedic doesn't sound bad. If this robot thing pans out right, the lungs won't be a problem either. [she's speaking quietly; she'll lose all her excuses, basically. her head tilts towards Freya, and she speaks up.] The chick in my memories fought giant robots and I have to believe it was to stop them from killing everyone. Cards on the table here, I just wanna feel like I'm keeping people safe from stuff like that.
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[But even more than that, the emphasis resonated in her. She has to believe it was for a greater good. That was something Freya doubted for a long time about her memories, and no longer had the luxury of hoping for. Not with Ragnarok. Not with her other self's hatred and desperation and rage, and her willingness to let the world burn.]
[Anna should get the luxury if she could. Her tone keeps the quiet humor, but shifts towards something more candid.] Yeah, I get that. Robots to fight robots, huh? That explains something about that doorstop of a sword of yours.
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And the electric one that I'm just waiting to get back at this point. That seemed like it was her sword. This one's just some other sword she got from... I don't know who. [but the place she's from seems pretty flush with blades.] I don't know how often we get attacked by big shit around here, least of all big robots. Seems like the city likes fucking with us on a bigger scale than that.