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[finalfayth]

( there's some incoherent mumbling... and grunting ) They can't do this. No way they're going to get away with it. Sitting back this whole time, and then once we make a play they finally up the defense... ( there's a dull thud; the sound of his fist hitting the ground ) I'm gonna get outta here. Sure, I just found a nice place and everything... but

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[maybeimaleon]

You can go if you like, but I'm not sure there are houses on the other floors.

[finalfayth]

So, we build some, then!

[maybeimaleon]

Out of what materials? Once you've built it, do you know how to weather the seasons of that world? Or any seasonal dangers that might come up? Where is your food coming from, if you intend long-term habitation? Once you find food, do you know how to cook it and what you shouldn't eat?

[finalfayth]

Yeesh. ...Anyone ever tell you you're a bit of a downer, kid?

They're trying to keep us trapped here! You sayin' you're willing to just let 'em get away with that?

[maybeimaleon]

No. I'm just saying it's going to take work.

[finalfayth]

Yeah, well, I'd rather face a little work than be told where I can and can't wear, or go.

[maybeimaleon]

[(You could just ignore them.)]

Then don't let them.

[finalfayth]

( jecht? ignore an injustice? it's like asking the tide not to roll in! the sun not to shine! auron not to be a grump! )

Don't let 'em what? Lock us up for tryin' to go home? Believe you me kid, I've got no intention of lettin' that happen.

[maybeimaleon]

Good.

[finalfayth]

As if they could even lay a hand on the GREAT JECHT.

[maybeimaleon]

[...]

You might be surprised.