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[frontlinetitties]

Yo~

So I've been kinda thinking that in light of the shit that just went down, maybe I'd sign up with the military. I've got a pretty sweet gig monster hunting, but it just doesn't feel like it has any meaning, you know? I've trained for this shit (the military) pretty much my whole life, so I figure they could use me. I’ve been here for like a year now and I kinda figure that if I was brought here for a reason, this is probably it.

I was just wondering if anyone else here has had much contact with these guys. What are your impressions? Have you signed up already? How's the pay, and do they seem decent to you? Any spectacularly hot babes I should know about?

That's it. That's the message. Thanks for your time.

~Gideon Nav

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[frontlinetitties]

You can always rely on me to set the right tone.

But like, on a serious note, yeah I know they brought us here to use us for something.
That isn't any different from anywhere else though, right?
We're always a part of some bigger machine.
I'd just prefer to know I'm part of the right machine, you know?

Did you find the better purpose your friend talked about?
Got any tips or anything?
Like, my whole life's plan was to escape the Ninth and get in with the Cohort.
Be some great solider and win prizes and shit, see posters of my face plastered everywhere, ha.
Now everything has just been turned on its head.
Even when shit felt like, really dire and complicated back in my system somehow it never felt as complicated as this.

Hey though, I'd be happy to have your back.
It's crazy how shit went down in Nocwich.
How're you doing now?

[cointosser]

Not to sound quite pompous, but have you considered, you know, making your own machine? It's very possible. I myself -- not to brag -- did the very same, as an entrepreneur. It does not eliminate the possibility of insecurity occurring, but... well, I personally feel it's better for the heart.

Hm. In a way, I did. I was already attempting to find that purpose, and... I ended up diving even harder into it. Or I would have if I was not subsequently kidnapped after the moment -- the point is, I pursue that same meaning in this world with the ardor her words instilled in me.

Honestly, if all you're after is fame and fortune, a stint in the military is quite unlikely to lead to such a thing. Most die before ever reaching that point. Others who achieve it typically become tyrants. It's a rather terrible trade, if you ask me.

I am very fortunately healed and whole now. I can assure you, I did not expect an attempted assassination, though, in hindsight, I'm quite sure I should have.

[frontlinetitties]

I dunno, man.
Don't get me wrong, I think it's clear that I'm not some weak-ass pushover.
But like, Harrow always said I did my best thinking with my biceps.
She could be a nasty weirdo sometimes but on that count she was right.
Honestly?
Now I'm out of the Ninth and Harrow's gone I don't even know what I want.

And I mean, I always wanted to be on the frontline.
I always knew I'd die young and leave a beautiful corpse, you know?
But with like, honour and glory and all that shit.
But here it's kinda different.
Back then I just really wanted to get out and do shit, to be part of something.
And now it's more like, how can I just stand around while people are being hurt and killed for no reason?
The millitary just seems like a way to push back against that.

Glad to hear you're mending, though.
I honestly had no clue things would go down like that.

[cointosser]

I am not discounting how you will indeed be a beautiful corpse, and I'll be sure to write you a very epic poem about how your muscles bulged until the end, but...

Well, I wish for more for you. I feel even with lovely songs and ballads that glory is very short-lived. It is forgotten or twisted with time.

At any rate, I do hope you find that little extra "spark."

Aha, neither did I. I suppose I don't regret it, though.

[frontlinetitties]

Thanks, man.
I'd like to hear the epic poem sometime though.
You know, seeing as I won't be around to enjoy it at the time.

And yeah, I hope I can figure it out as well.
It used to drive me nuts to have other people trying to control what I do.
But with all this killing and shit it'd be useful just this once if someone else had the answer.
If Harrow ever re-appears don't ever tell her I said that.

You don't regret nearly getting killed?
Or like, the kick-ass party that came first.

[cointosser]

A fair point. I'll make sure I write it prehumously.

Well, having met her, I imagine she may find out somehow. I did not realize she was gone, though. I am sorry to hear it. Sincerely. I know what it is like to be very close and to... well. To find a space once occupied now empty and cold.

No, no. I meant meeting with the Luna ambassador. A very (handsome) stout man, but very generous. The Free Cities will benefit from this meeting in the long run, no matter what happens in the future.

Though the party, honestly, was worth nearly dying for. Even in my age, there is nothing better than a well-done party.

[frontlinetitties]

[She reads the words and feels that cold and aching space open up in her, abruptly. Still sharp-edged and raw, breath catching hard against her teeth. Harrow's gone. It takes her a moment to respond.]

Yeah, it fucking blows.
What's the point in a cavalier without her necromancer?
The hell am I even meant to do without her?
She's only been there for like, my entire life.
You're right though, she'd probably work it out.
I'd even welcome it if it means she comes back, you know?
Sucks.

And hey, I'm glad the ambassador meeting went well at least?
I was kinda hoping things would go well on the whole so we'd be invited back there.
I know Al is really interested in vamp camp.
And I haven't had time to check out the werewolves yet.
Plus yes it was a great party right up until things got wonky.
Not that I've been to any parties outside of this world except one akward dinner party that ended really fucking badly.
I still think I can recognise a good one, though.

[cointosser]

Ironic, in a way, I also lost a necromancer. Though I do not think I could ever claim him to have been mine.

And though I fear I may become a preacher, you are still you without her. You are not a part of a whole, even if, sometimes, it feels that way. I cannot claim to know the entirety of your pain, but I fully understand how it feels when we lose our purpose.

I like to think our lost ones would not be very entertained by the idea of giving up. Even if I do indulge in sulking. Often. And I do, selfishly, wish he would return.

No, you're entirely correct. It was a wonderful party. Besides the attempted murder. But to be fair, most of the best parties I've been to did include attempted murder.