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dreamcrystals2021-09-15 09:22 pm
catarou) wrote in dreamcrystals2021-09-15 09:22 pm
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Sender: Anonymous
To: Everyone
Subject: A simple fable
The recent festival has given me much to think about, particularly in the realm of gambling. If you will take the time to read on, I shall regale you with a tale that serves as an important lesson.
Once, there was a man who had been cursed by Lady Luck, for he had slighted her by allowing his pockets to become bigger than his fortune. It was a terrible curse; no matter what the man did, he felt the need to gamble day in and day out. Unfortunately, that was only one part of his curse. While the foolish gambler desperately needed to spend all of his time making bets he could not make good on, he also had terrible luck. Often, those who cared for him received messages that he required their help.
"Please, I need your help once more!" pleaded the gambler.
"I suppose it cannot be helped," replied his friends. After all, they could not allow their dear, foolish gambler to suffer. It was fortunate indeed that the gambler had such generous, kindhearted friends; they were not men who would allow someone so important to them to walk about the village in nothing but his smallclothes.
However... one day, when they arrived, they found the gambler in a precarious situation. He was locked up in a magical cage, and all he could do was meow, as if he were a cat. In fact, as they approached, they saw that he was becoming a cat! Indeed, a pair of fluffy cat ears had sprouted from his hair, and a fluffy cat tail had appeared at his backside.
"Oh dear," sighed his friends. "Well, it cannot be helped," they groaned, as the gambler started to meow loudly.
So, endeared by their gambler, the two friends worked together to break him free--both of his debts and his cat-curse. Of course, Lady Luck's curse was not so easily broken... Perhaps true love was the key?
And that brings us to our morals: Do not gamble when you know you cannot win; do not count your kittens before they are born; cherish your friends, for they will help you when all seems lost.
--Phantom
To: Everyone
Subject: A simple fable
The recent festival has given me much to think about, particularly in the realm of gambling. If you will take the time to read on, I shall regale you with a tale that serves as an important lesson.
Once, there was a man who had been cursed by Lady Luck, for he had slighted her by allowing his pockets to become bigger than his fortune. It was a terrible curse; no matter what the man did, he felt the need to gamble day in and day out. Unfortunately, that was only one part of his curse. While the foolish gambler desperately needed to spend all of his time making bets he could not make good on, he also had terrible luck. Often, those who cared for him received messages that he required their help.
"Please, I need your help once more!" pleaded the gambler.
"I suppose it cannot be helped," replied his friends. After all, they could not allow their dear, foolish gambler to suffer. It was fortunate indeed that the gambler had such generous, kindhearted friends; they were not men who would allow someone so important to them to walk about the village in nothing but his smallclothes.
However... one day, when they arrived, they found the gambler in a precarious situation. He was locked up in a magical cage, and all he could do was meow, as if he were a cat. In fact, as they approached, they saw that he was becoming a cat! Indeed, a pair of fluffy cat ears had sprouted from his hair, and a fluffy cat tail had appeared at his backside.
"Oh dear," sighed his friends. "Well, it cannot be helped," they groaned, as the gambler started to meow loudly.
So, endeared by their gambler, the two friends worked together to break him free--both of his debts and his cat-curse. Of course, Lady Luck's curse was not so easily broken... Perhaps true love was the key?
And that brings us to our morals: Do not gamble when you know you cannot win; do not count your kittens before they are born; cherish your friends, for they will help you when all seems lost.
--Phantom
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That was a cool story! The gambler's pretty hopeless without his friends, don't you think?
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Indeed he is. He is quite fortunate to have such generous friends who ask for nothing in return, would you not agree?
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Do you think they appreciate him, too?
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They are not unlike soulmates, after all.
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He hadn't given that much thought, hadn't even considered the possibility that they'd really gotten that close. There are still so many secrets between the three of them that they haven't shared, and a part of Ramuda still wants to doubt that Fling Posse will last.
But it's the realest thing he's had in his entire life, aside from the bond he once felt with Jakurai. It feels like something he can touch; something he can reach for with his bare hands, latch onto, and proudly call it his. It's all he's ever wanted for a while, now. ]
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Wow, you're suuuuch a sap~
But...I think you're right.
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[ because. sap. god.
He doesn't miss that pause, and Gentaro is half-tempted to go find Ramuda. He holds back, though. ]
I am quite glad you agree. Perhaps we could continue this conversation elsewhere? I may tell you my identity, as you clearly appreciate fine literature.
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I know you know where that is~
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[ But he's making his way back to the treehouse, all the same. He enters, and then when he sees the, ah... modifications? to the ceiling, he pauses. ]
... My word, what happened here?
[ He's not upset, he's mostly just... baffled... ]
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Instead, the whole tree house shakes a bit, some grassy leafy things falling from the rafters before a face appears in the opening in the roof.]
--ntaro, 'sat you? Hey, hand me that thing by your foot.
[It's a saw. Or something. Use your imagination Gentaro.]
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Yo-hooo! Took you long enough to get here!
[ LOOK AT ALL THEIR...HOME IMPROVEMENTS... ]
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[ ... Maybe he shouldn't leave them unsupervised... and he doesn't know if it's a particularly good idea to give Dice a saw but.
... Whatever, it's probably fine. He sighs and hands the saw up to Dice, then looks to Ramuda. ]
I hope you've been keeping an eye on our dear Dice. I would hate for him to hurt himself.
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I ain't hurt anybody yet! Tree's not happy with me, but we gotta make sure we got the best view in town, y'know?
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[ Ramuda gives Dice an excited wave from down below, and he turns back to look at Gentaro. A lot's...changed...since he's been gone, apparently. ]
I tried to saw a hole in the roof so we can look at the stars. You guys like that, right? Haha, I thought we should spice up the house a little!
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Gentaro's mind, running through all the ways this could go horribly wrong (he's not a structural engineer, but just sawing a hole into a roof can't be without its risks, right?) screeches to a halt. He blinks owlishly at Ramuda, before his expression shifts just for the briefest moment. He's touched, and that shines through, unguarded and open.
He chuckles softly, though. His expression turns teasing as he sits next to Ramuda. ]
My, my. I'm surprised you managed to get up there, Ramuda. How tall of a ladder did you require, hmmm?
[ And he glances up at Dice. ]
You know, it's terribly rude to not join your dear friends while they're having a conversation. My heart yearns for you, Dice. Can you hear its call?