ARMS OF MARCY RECRUITMENT POST.

[cqcingly]

((OOC: Here's how this post will work! You, the prospective midboss comment here, doing... whatever your character may typically do. Working out, eating, masturbating furiously to The Little Mermaid, whatever! The Boss will find you and convince you that it is a good idea to help her commit acts of terror. Actually playing out the recruitment

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[cardoperatedboy]

[is TRAINING AGAINST A TREE! and actually beating the tree! Take this, tree!]

[cqcingly]

Such vigor!

[cardoperatedboy]

Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm full of that.

[cqcingly]

But you strike the tree as if uncertain that you truly hold a sword. Why?

[cardoperatedboy]

Naw, I'm pretty sure I'm holding a sword, Auntie. I'm just picking on this tree a little.

[cqcingly]

Then why a tree in the first place, Nephew? Certainly one of your skill must have a better place to practice.

[cardoperatedboy]

Nephew, eh? That's a new one.

...I haven't had any new challenges lately, I guess. It's so quiet in this place sometimes.

[cqcingly]

Is that what you crave? Combat?

[cardoperatedboy]

I want to win. ...Well, not like that matters here and now, I guess.

[cqcingly]

Doesn't matter... what a terrible way to live!

[cardoperatedboy]

Well, hey, I just mean --! I can't get the things I want here!

[cqcingly]

No, none of you can. You must sit here idly, not knowing if the world continues without you or not, like a gear pulled from its clock. You may turn, but you touch no other parts. Tell me, do you know what the cruelest thing about this place is?

[cardoperatedboy]

The cruellest thing? Uh... memory.

[cqcingly]

No, not only that. This place makes you less than powerless; it makes you meaningless. Not only can we effect nothing, but nothing can effect us. Memories, freedom, even death is taken away. All that is left is an existence of drifting, of waiting. This place numbs until there is no reason left to feel.

[cardoperatedboy]

...Yeah. You're right. I just-- dammit, it's just not right if I don't have something to do, some kind of purpose. People act like I've got all kinds of freedom now, but...

[cqcingly]

Without any choice, what is freedom? A road that leads nowhere is no true road at all.

You understand, don't you?