[ archived ] mailbox

[simpathis]

Welcome to the NPC mailbox. Characters are free to send letters to the various NPCs currently in charge of the city. All replies will also be written and sent via messenger bird. Replies may take a while as they are busy officials.

Requests to meet NPCs in person are doable, but there is no guarantee it will happen—at least immediately. Efforts will be made when possible.

Since inquiries are sent via letter, you can write them as long or as short as you wish.

To schedule a thread with an Arehtei, refer to this entry.

To send a letter, fill out the following form and include the message.

<b>To:</b> INCLUDE DESIRED NPC <b>From:</b> CHARACTER | <user name="JOURNAL"> <b>Date:</b> IC DATE (backdates are fine!) <b>Message:</b> <b>OOC Questions:</b> If you have any OOC questions or concerns regarding the topic of the message, feel free to add them here. We will also include OOC notes if necessary.

Comments

[miraculo]

[ What he says is absolutely something she needs to hear, and perhaps some would say the blunter he is, the better it would get across. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt her to hear it.

The air doesn't suddenly condense into cloud, doesn't begin to rain. Her furniture will be spared, thankfully. Instead the color will slowly drain away from the immediate area around her, expanding outward as he continues to speak. When it gets to just where he is, all other sounds will be gone as well. All, except for his words that now resonate within this isolated space. Words, his words are important. What she hears is important. What he's saying is the truth. As such, everything else must be cancelled out so that she can focus on them.

And Sanae? Sanae stands completely still, numb as if each syllable of that speech is a knife into each joint, nerve and muscle. But her thoughts and feelings wildly churning below the surface of her expression; not consciously, but flowing freely, following each sentence with her own rationalizations added on, such as this is why she fails, this is why she's failed as a god, this is why she will never fulfill her duty. And... this is proof that she's the antithesis of what she believes a god to be. A god should never under any circumstance put others in danger. Accidents, good intentions-- it doesn't matter. It won't matter to this man, it won't matter to any god at all. But this is what she has done, so she's the one at fault. First with the chocolates, now with Peromei. She's tried to help others, tried to bring happiness. The reality is that she's only succeeded in putting thousands in danger.

She's not a god, much less a priestess. Hell, she's not even a decent human being for doing that. No good deed she's ever done can make up for this. Now she questions if any of those time she has helped really resulted in happiness or help. Maybe she simply wasn't looking enough, maybe she was too stupidly hopeful to see any damage that could come from those other times. Maybe, maybe all that she's done really only hurts others in the end. And no, it doesn't matter if nothing has even happened with Peromei. Just the possibility of harming others is enough.

In her mind, two are walking away from her: one tall and bold, the other shorter and sly. They leave her not by disappearing like she thought they would, but by turning their backs to her. The last looks she receives is the final knife to her heart: disappointment fills red eyes, sorrow fills yellow, just like Sanae's. But that's all she imagines, because the two walk away into a light she can no longer see, that's no longer allowed for someone like her. Someone who's failed so gravely. She can't even call out to them anymore. She has no right to as someone who neither deserves to be called their servant nor their peer.

In some way, Sanae almost wishes she could go out into the world at large, even if it is reckless, because if she failed at least she wouldn't be putting anyone else in danger by her own causes any longer. Because what if what she tries here with what he's suggesting also fails, also makes it worse? She would be an even greater fool, much farther from what she wants to be. Not that she's even close to ever being a good person or god again.

This would all normally generate an emotion drop in the amount of time he takes to give her that speech. But her crystal beneath her blouse remains empty as ever. Actually, she feels weak where she stands, and it takes her a moment to realize that Sergei has stopped speaking and that she must respond lest she come off as a greater idiot. She speaks at last, her voice thready and faint, but very clear in the void of sound and color she's created. ] Y...yes, sir.

[ She bows to him again. That's all she has to say at this point. Like the rest of her body, even her throat feels numb. ]

[empc]

[Sergei notices the changes, but it doesn't stop him or change anything. Whether he can tell what she's thinking or feeling, he makes no expression, word, or motion to indicate it. Instead, all he says is:]

Then you are dismissed.

[miraculo]

[ And she leaves without another word. ]