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[gottaknockhard]

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/loves on this headspace forever

[hard_talker]

[Mark's avoiding his room as much as he can, now that he's managed - somehow - to get out of there and away from his persona. wandering around just leads to more thinking, though, and eventually he realizes he needs to get out of his own head.

the first thought his impulsive teenage brain has is, naturally, to go into someone else's. he opens the first door he sees when he thinks of it, and wanders inside.]

Whoa. ... Okay. Goin' up ...?

[and since he's got nothing better to do, he starts toward the stairs...]

[hard_talker]

[he thinks about that. has he? in retrospect ... it was just a long ass flight of stairs. so literal, Mark]

I used to walk farther to get to school. Honestly? It was the rain that was a pain in the ass.

[gottaknockhard]

[That's alright, Laughing Bull is used to putting up with all kinds. He just levels his eyes, assessing the person before him though the tendrils of fire.]

The path to truth is never without obstacles.

[hard_talker]

So... what, you think you got all the answers, or something? Is that why you're hidin' up here? [yeah, he thinks he's talking to the actual resident of the room]

[gottaknockhard]

[Someone does, or at least wants to believe in that, but Laughing Bull just looks at him with a completely deadpan expression and projects absolutely nothing. (Or maybe he has the driest sense of humor in existence.)]

That is for you to claim, Wailing Beak. There is no need to hide in a land that does not exist.

[hard_talker]

[Wailing Beak? OMG Mark is Yelling Bird. that's fantastic ILU he blinks a little]

Then you haven't been out in it long enough, dude.

[gottaknockhard]

[well, this is the Laughing Bull in Spike's mind, of course it's loud-something :')]

A dream cannot awaken itself.

[hard_talker]

...... huh?

[gottaknockhard]

Jump off this rock, and you will not fall. Touch the fire, and you will not burn. -- Visions are an experience for the mind and soul alone.

[hard_talker]

I beg to differ. Walk in the rain, and you WILL get fucking soaked. [he wrings out his shirt-tails to prove his point. SEEEEEE? wetness in abundance]

[gottaknockhard]

[The old man remains impassive, but as if to appease him, slowly stretches his bony hand into the fire. If he feels pain, it's not showing in his face.]

Do you only believe in what you see?

[hard_talker]

I ... [yeah, he's staring]

Not always. Most of the time. ... Less of it, since I got here. What're you tryin' to say, exactly?

[gottaknockhard]

[He doesn't answer right away, but eventually lowers his hand again to speak some more confusing wisdom that may only be fragments of a memory.]

We all walk down the same path. Some go blindly, some examine every stone they pass, but they will not find their purpose alongside it. The bonds of life and death do not travel with them, and yet they do not find freedom.

[hard_talker]

... Right, so the path is pointless. Pretty much like about ninety percent of what you just said.

[he rolls his eyes, and hovers over the fire a while. it may not burn this guy, but he's sure glad it's warming him up and drying him off.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Kids these days. He expects nothing from him and imparts only what he's asked.]

That is for you to decide.

[hard_talker]

Right ... [he assesses the dryness situation, and, finding it acceptable, turns. even God gives straighter answers than this guy] Yeah ... I'm outta here.