Speech Stones

[suspecteverything]

[A seriously pissed off voice comes through the speaking stones at a volume that's probably painful.  There's enough honest threat in the tone to be rather unsettling.]

Hey, Storyteller!  I have a bone to pick with you!  One I'm going to beat you with afterward.  The only question is whether that bone is going to be ripped out of your body or if I'm going to find it elsewhere. 

[Jules has no idea if the Storyteller gets messages through the stones or not, but he's damn well going to try.]

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[suspecteverything]

I'm always an ass. In fact, sometimes I question whether my name is Asshole instead of Jullien given the number of times people refer to me that way.

I don't give a shit whether our fuzzy-assed rabbit [See, you didn't want to call him a he] is a god or not. That's where all of you are missing the fucking boat. If you put yourself out as the leader of people, which fuzz butt has, then you're responsible for what happens after you offer them choices, especially when only some information is handed out about those choices. That's something a shit leader does, and trust me, that's something I know about all too damn well.

I'm tired of all this "work together" shit you're all spewing too. Don't go crying when someone in your group turns on you. Being naive is all great and wonderful until it fucks you over. You better be hoping the first time is small.

[proficienciesouttheass]

[ Magnus takes a beat to respond. It's clear that the channel is still on, is the sound of nearby shuffling and what sounds like a dog sniffing at the stone for a couple of seconds is anything to go by.

It's just that Jullien hit a couple of spots, there, causing Magnus to think about a myriad of things the other man has no way of knowing about.

A couple of seconds pass, before Magnus sighs.]

Hey, Jul-- [ He hesitates, but only for a second.] Jullien. Listen.

You know the parte about me not knowing you and you not knowing me? Yeah, well, I'm gonna tell you this once. Me, and my friends, we've all been through some whimsical tornado of straight up bullshit, and I know all of that stuff- we know all of that stuff.

You do whatever you want out here. Nobody's gonna stop you. But I'll tell you this. Running around, yelling about how everyone's out to get everyone, threatening to hurt people and fight shit you don't understand, because everyone else is wrong and naive?

That shit don't work, bud. That's gonna end with you, alone, fighting stuff you didn't take the time to understand, without anyone there to help.

If that's what you wanna do, that's your prerogative. But, trust me, nothing good comes out of thinking everyone's out to get you.