ReformBlade

"Yes, I do." She replied, agitated that the woman was even talking to her. Sighing, she nodded, "Just... let me go get ready first." Let it go, Mushirah, she's not evil, just... different. It was difficult for her to simply move on from her outburst from earlier, but it was mostly because it was still so fresh in her mind. Due to that freshness though, she was completely willing to actually give many benefits of the doubt to the woman instead of crying foul over what would be perceived as nothing in her eyes. "Well! I'll go get Hannah then, I can take one person with me if they want a ride, so meet me out front if you want one I guess." Aneda hurried off out of that place and the negative vibes held within.

Things were escalating for what Mushirah saw as no reason which finally made her speak up, "Look, if this is really going to make people insult each other and just cause a bunch of discontent, I'm not doing this. I already figured it was too good to be true but this is just... getting really stupid." She felt hypocritical, but mostly agitated and upset. It seemed to her that people would rather just sit there and argue for days on end if they could without actually doing anything. "Naw, what's stupid is giving up just because of a few people saying some things. But ultimately I guess it's your choice." Aneda pointed out, not quite sure what Mushirah was doing. To her it seemed there was, if not a clear solution, at least a clear goal in mind for her to pursue and she seemed visibly upset about it the other night as she should be, so remedying it seemed like it'd be a top priority. "I mean... yeah, I'm sure it is, but I don't want to do this if I know it's just going to make others suffer backlash for it." Mushirah explained, not sure what she should be doing now.

I dont feel theres much else argue on the subject. I feel porn is a waste of time on par with nictine addictions,people feel differently about my opinion. Discussion, though, without some form of hostile communication would be pretty swell though, just saying.

Fire Emblem at least makes you think with your brain as opposed to seeking base pleasures, nor is it really as vulgar (consistently anyway). Posting in this thread is ultimately useless, sure, but I've got time to spare and it's not hurting anyone. "But hey, you could say the same about porn" to which I'd reply that i completely disagree and pretty much leave it at that since differing viewpoints.

Agree to disagree on the bolded portion, though that's a discussion that gets extremely dark extremely quickly so imma just go back to 'agree to disagree'. Speaking of disagreeing, I don't believe that a person's sexuality is defined entirely by if they watch/partake in pornography or not. You shouldn't be shameful of your sexuality, no, but you shouldn't parade it around either, I don't care if you're straight, gay, lesbian, bi, whatever, this is information I couldn't give two craps about. I do think, though, you should be ashamed to do anything with pornography due to its nature. Porn is just an outlet and an industry for escapism in unhealthy and degrading ways in my eyes, so I'm going to continue to say it's an escape more often than not and I'd be hard pressed (or not? It's not like I watch it often and when I do it's always left me feeling gross on the inside) to find something related to porn that isn't.

I'd say porn is a shameful escape as opposed to a pleasure (Voted third option), or both I suppose. I dunno, it seems to me that if it needs to be hidden a lot it's a sort of escape as opposed to a big fun get together or a fun sharing experience although now that I think about it it could easily become one... Either way, I don't view pornography and however yall want to define it in a good light as I feel it's just an overall degradation to people. Like... the way I see it, that time partaking in the viewing (or making of, I guess I can't exclude that) I kinda feel other more important things could have been done. That said, I'd be wrong to say that people who partake in it are stupid or screwed up or anything like that. I'd personally say misguided perhaps, but that's by my own set of morals which don't ever seem to coincide with other peoples', which is fine. I'd certainly not tolerate another me, F that noise. I wish there was less of it, but with how friggin easy it is to make/find/view, it's simply and unfortunately (for me I suppose) never going to go away. Best I can do is try to push people in other directions but I'm only one guy in a sea of billions of people all seemingly looking for happiness.

If she could have left, Mushirah would have by now, feeling like she was the cause of a lot of verbal aggression at the moment. Unfortunately, she didn't really see any opportunity to leave since it'd be incredibly rude to leave in the middle of a conversation involving her directly. "We don't have to..." Her voice trailed off towards the inaudible as she got extremely nervous trying to speak up about it. Aneda groaned, mumbling to herself, "I said I'd fucking watch her already, but I guess if she wants to, more me time..." Yeesh, what's everyone's fucking malfunction here? Jericho thought, confused why going back was apparently turning into a small argument. He would have offered to go but with planning to take down the worst person he could ever imagine, he wouldn't miss it for the world. He'd literally ignore the entire world if it'd let him help out. Maybe.

"Look, if it'll make things easier, I'll look after her while we're there. Yall can keep your heads on here, no need to lose em..." Aneda sighed in exasperation, not quite sure why there was even a fight to begin with. Mushirah tried to stay out of all of it and completely succeeded, staying silent on all of it. Can we just.. go? I don't want to cause a ruckus just for an arm... Hell, I'd go again but I already got what I want and I don't fancy fighting those things. Just watching them was enough. Jericho sighed as well.

"Hey, I'm going too!" Aneda interjected, miffed that she wasn't apparently being brought. Rude. "I mean, if you're certain there won't be fighting and it's not going to infringe on anything else... I'll go." It felt somewhat otherworldly to decide to go and fix her arm up at a whim, but then she wasn't sure what exactly she was in for anyway, so Mushirah tried to leave her expectations open to any possibilities. At the same time she wasn't going to try and put all her eggs in one basket, though it was a bit hard to suppress the excitement she was feeling. I don't know what I can offer, I've seen and done so little so what do i bring...?

"Getting my arm back wasn't ever really a goal. I-I didn't think it was even going to be possible. This is a lot to take in..." Mushirah was considering it on the whole, it was just nothing she knew of before. "I guess I'll do it, I don't have much else to lose either way, right?" Taking a moment to think about it again, "I don't know what I can offer though, I've literally never been outside of my home until recently... You mentioned fighting, I don't think I can handle that right now, so what's going to happen if that's the case? I doubt you'd all go again just for me, and i wouldn't ask that at all."

Secrets? Nyx?? Rune Knights??? "What did I miss?" Mushirah's confusion was stacking up further and further. Having absolutely no plans for a new arm or how to fix it, she wasn't even sure on what costs would be involved, and saving up money for fifty years, which is really the only time span she was given, didn't sit well with her at all. A stronger arm, though? That bit resonated unhealthily with her. "You're going to have to explain this to me, I have no idea what any of what you just said really means..." "Nyx? Like that person... thingy from the legend? Shit, if you're goin to meet her I want in." Having no idea what she was getting into aside from Reign saying they shouldn't deal with her left Aneda feeling uneasy, but she was sure that things would be ok... Optimism still courses through her at some points it seems. "Hey, aside from getting banged up, I don't really see what trouble there was in dealing with Nyx, personally. Maybe I'm biased because of what I got from it though..." Jericho threw in his two cents worth. Unfortunately, the thought of more pain didn't sit too well with Mushirah, so perhaps he shouldn't have said anything... Thanks, Jericho. Really, thanks.

Mushirah gave an incredulous look to Shadrak, not sure if he was yanking her chain or not. He didn't seem the kind of person to joke, but she was entirely caught off guard. "What, what are you talking about, you can't... just... fix it!" Aneda frowned, just as confused though not as outwardly hysterical as Mushirah, "Yeah, I kinda call bullshit, how're you gonna fix her arm? It's not like someone picked it up and kept it with her, not to mention it's all..." she got a glare from Mushirah and kept quiet about continuing that statement. She was honestly pretty interested in what would go down, though she had an inkling of what it might be. Who knows what he's got up his sleeve? i never understood magic anyway, ugh.

How does she know her dad won't attack her? Why am I even caring...? Hmm. Jericho wasn't really enjoying simply debating strategies, his plan of attack was simply attacking. It'd explain why he was so bad at fighting, all things considered. I should probably fix that. He made himself an unofficial vow to actually try to cooperate with this group so long as he deemed them worthy of his attention. Mention of Raquel's dad and 'retrieval orders' piqued Aneda's interest, but the thought of trying to capture Hayato seemed kind of random to her. "You got any idea what's goin on here?" she asked Mushirah, the mage barely moving save for letting her hand drop down finally. In response, Mushirah sighed at first, "It seems we can't escape violence and i'm not really different I suppose. Still, I just don't really want to see more.. death, pain, any of that. I'm not built for this... and it literally cost me an arm to figure that out. I-I guess... I'm just glad I didn't bleed out, or get mauled completely last night, though maybe it'd save me the embarrassment of having to deal with this thought that I wasn't good enough for the rest of my life." Aneda cocked her head, "Girl, calm yourself. Look... bad shit happens, every day. Every single day, people die. It's just fucking inevitable, don't you start getting so melodramatic about this. You said it yourself, you could've died, but you didn't. Clearly, and I know this is going to sound disrespectful, you're above the cut, you've kinda earned your right to live. I saw what happened, at least the aftermath of it all and you got banged up, hard, but look at it this way, you stared death in the goddamn face and lived to tell the tale. Now I ain't talking like, 'oh, I was in a battle we almost lost, bu du bupple dup' no, you were just... right fucking there, and you came back!" Having something similar said to her moments ago, Mushirah wanted to get up and slap Aneda so hard across the face, or jam her shotput straight down he throat, something violent to shut her up, but perhaps the mere fact that two people at separate times said the same thing would actively indicate something. "... I guess." she said, not wanting to admit to anything, but also wanting to acknowledge the woman in front of her.

"Look, just try, that's all I'm going to ask of you but please give it your all. I know what it's like to lose a family member to that vile thing..." From the sounds of it, this all may be recent. Jericho mused, wondering about how in the right or wrong he was at this point. That wondering ended fairly quickly when he thought of Sardis and how much he wanted to burn the bird man and listen to his screaming, watching his final death throes. Returning from a showering excursion, Aneda made her way to a dining hall, surprise surprise. There seemed to be a lot of discussion, talking of things she wasn't really going to pry into. Taking her own seat next to Mushirah, the latter didn't seem to notice and Aneda didn't want to do anything to change that at the moment.

He's... against them? I mean, I should have gleaned that from the get go but if they've already literally crossed swords, I don't know if me asking will even do anything at this point. He's as stubborn an ass as I am. "I didn't know you had such specific interaction with him like that. I wish you hadn't met but I suppose it was inevitable in some weird destiny sense." Looking defeated, begging, "Please, at least try to get him too. If you can't, fine, i'll accept that but don't just... ignore the possibility."

Fair enough. "He's red haired like me, similar looking in general, though maybe the years have changed that, either way he should answer to the name of Hayato." Jericho answered frankly. All things considered he was doing nothing but doubt the legitimacy of this plan now if trying to rescue his brother was apparently just an inconvenience.

With all the misgivings people had with the attack plan, Jericho was questioning his own drive towards it even more, a third time. If her goal is really just to go and get her dad, is my brother even going to be a priority? Does she even give a shit? I don't think she's even said a word to me in depth yet... "Raquel. I know you're going after your dad, I am completely behind that but you'll try to get my brother out too... right?" Better to be direct than to beat around the bush.

Considering chasing after Eva, Mushirah couldn't muster the courage to do it and merely sat herself down in her chair again, slumping back on it. Covering her face with the only hand she had, as if it'd actually block out the rest of the world, she focused on her breathing in the hopes of calming down and forgetting that the past twenty four hours hadn't happened. I should have just stayed in bed, this just gets worse and worse but now I don't think I can get back on my own without an incident... "Aneda has a Pegasus, right? That'd be one more if you could convince her to come along. I don't know where she is, though." Scratching his head, Jericho just wanted to get this ball rolling, throwing out any ideas that he thought would sound appealing.

"Take me with you!" Jericho pleaded. "I'm in the same boat as you so don't you dare leave me out of this, Raquel!" "What is there to look forward to?! Having to relearn how to balance myself, having to readjust how I eat, having to readjust my entire life because I was inadequate for one small god damned moment?! I used to be an artist, I used to have a passion but now if I want it back, I have to do it all again! You think it's fun?! Let's rip your arm off, in fact lets take both of them off, lets see how you do, lets see how damn fun it is being disabled!" For all of her threats and her trembling raised voice and outburst, she didn't move beyond standing up. No weapon on hand and she didn't have her trusted shotput either, nor an arm to pick up a chair and throw it at Eva. All in all, she hoped her screaming did the job itself, else she feared she'd actually resort to something stupid.

Mushirah saw what the other pink haired woman was on about, but even if she hadn't said anything, she would have been against going on this anyway. To Eva, who seemed to be nonchalant about it all, Mushirah spoke quietly, "Even after the things that happened last night you'd volunteer and rush off to more danger?" It was something she couldn't quite understand in her vulnerable state, though perhaps Eva's answer could help alleviate that confusion.

"You're damn right I'm going, this is exactly the thing I was telling you about, woman!" Elated to hear the news, or more to the point that he wasn't going to be rushing off blindly to his own single death, he stood up a raised his fist in the air in a celebratory fist pump. In his excitement he approached Raquel, "When are we going? Please tell me soon!" Who is Sardis and why are people so happy to volunteer to go after him? Mushirah questioned. She was bordering on anger for some reason but she was at least able to get over the fact that her arm was gone, for a moment any way. It's not gonna get any easier from here on out.

"I don't know, it's kinda like i want to stab someone right in the spine and twist it as much as I can, you know? Holy hell that sounds mean saying it out loud." Leaning on the table with his head propped up, "Oh well." was Jericho's final thought on that subject. "What is wrong with you?" Mushirah shot at him, not entirely sure why she was so offended by it and completely creeped out by the guy. Oh right, the attack and general paranoia. "People died here, I almost died here and you want to make jokes about that?!" Her voice wasn't raised but it was certainly an unmistakable passionate tone of disgust. "It was a joke in poor taste, yes, but clearly I'm not going to follow through with it. I'd have to be some mentally unstable person to seriously resort to stabbing someone to release my anger, and while I do have anger issues, this is not going to be the case!" Jericho wasn't entirely sure what exactly set her off but admittedly it felt like no matter what was said she was going to be set off. "Oh, that makes it all better now then, doesn't it?" She wasn't used to the sarcasm and really it almost made Mushirah sick to speak like this but she couldn't help herself.

"There's nothing..." Her voice trailed off, unable to even finish her own sentence she was so embarrassed. This was a terrible idea, I just want to crawl into a hole and die right now. Waiting a moment in the hopes that maybe she would finish her sentence, Jericho started his own line of thought when it became clear she wasn't going to. "Seems lunch is in order, and apparently she wants to say something and I hope to the gods it's some good news for me. If it ain't, I may just stab someone, just to get it out of my system."

"Anything else hiding up here? Well I suppose by definition, sure, but I'm sure if you wanted to dig around you'd find it. I'm not exactly a very complex guy, and I very, very much intend to keep it that way, thank you." Jericho ended with a shrug, pleased with himself. Not wanting to be completely rude but also not wanting to give baseless praise and lie, Mushirah responded with a simple, "It was alright, I guess." About the only reason she was ok with it was that it got the topic changed quickly enough. "Well, shit, I'll do better next time hopefully." He usually would have done some more digging to figure out why it was just okay in her eyes but he didn't want to do that to Mushirah since he tended to get pretty violent with his words and Jericho didn't feel like yelling at a person with only one arm like that. Unrelated completely, but he still didn't like it.

The un-enthused responses merely delayed Jericho, though now he had to think up something of a quick melody on the spot. Tough crowd. The mere mention of her right arm breaking made Mushirah feel all kinds of awkward again, engaging in another staring contest with the floor only slightly more subtly than before but she couldn't hide her annoyance at the topic being brought up again. In an attempt to not be rude, she rested her gaze over towards Jericho in the hopes that he'd start playing something, anything, very quickly. Pressured as Jericho was by the sudden staring, "Alright, it's not much but it's something!" Taking his instrument and giving it a quick test to get his bearings, he eased into a tune.