explosivecombat: (Gentlemen...I love war)
Solf J Kimblee ([personal profile] explosivecombat) wrote2012-10-04 01:10 am
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NIETZSCHE; DEAD PHILOSOPHERS' INBOX

[TEXT; LOCKED TO [personal profile] doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.
doitrockapella: (VAN GOGH ❖ more like van gone amirite)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2013-09-24 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
You might not get the chance to say anything.
doitrockapella: (JOB ❖ brb defying the laws of physics)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2013-09-24 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
That's not particularly reassuring, given the way some of my other psychopaths have treated me.

That's not a complaint or an implicit demand for change. It's just information to keep you apprised of what I'm thinking right now.
doitrockapella: (HORSE ❖ allo salut sunt eu un haiduc)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2013-09-24 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Not quite. Take out all the stereotypical chessmaster tripe analogizing me to a puppet dancing for your personal amusement, and leave behind the part that directly conflicts with what you once told me about my not needing to be afraid of you.
doitrockapella: (REVEAL ❖ it's everything and nothing)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2013-09-24 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
You know that telling me that now just sounds like another way of exploiting a weakness of mine, don't you?
doitrockapella: (WIND ❖ surely there are aliems about)

[personal profile] doitrockapella 2013-09-24 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a long pause here, before an answer finally comes, and when it does it's heralded by the unprecedented click of the audio switching on, followed by the faint rustlings of white noise and the occasional snatch of music that might be that of Saffron City.]

Sie haben Recht. Das scheint zu sein wie es ist.

[And then she clicks off again, with just as little fanfare as she began.]