A little introduction to Animus
Alindor smiled to himself as he left the castle behind, his fingers tightly clutching the heavy pouch filled with his reward as he strode down the wide street. Word was already spreading about what he and his team had managed to do, no one had to know it was a complete accident.
“Alindor! Slow doooown!” Grumbling the half-elf slowed his pace as his teammate came huffing up to him, “Alindor we need to talk about this!”
“About what? Our biggest score yet?” His fingers clasped the pouch tighter. “What about it?”
The small gnome next to him hissed in dissatisfaction. “You know what! What we did was unforgivable!”
“I don't see how returning the missing princess to her family is unforgivable Kimmy. If any thing it was a very rewarding experience.” He chuckled at his pun.
“We killed her soulmate!!” Kimmy growled. Anlidor stopped and stared down as his teams arcanist. Her long ears twitched in agitation and her eyes darted around looking at everything in her line of sight. He had only seen her like this once before shortly after they started their adventuring careers six years previous.
“Her 'soulmate' was a fucking monster Kimmy. We kill monsters, or did that slip your mind?” He scowled as her eyes snapped back to his.
“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent sure she was a monster?” Kimmy fiddled with the pouch in her hands. “Because the rest of us are not so sure. We were not even hunting her, but we still told everyone in the village that their monster problem was over. What happens when more of them die because we fucked up and got the wrong one?”
Alindor grumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “We were contracted to kill a monster and we killed a monster. Whether or not it was the 'right one' is irreverent, besides, what is the princess going to do about it? Tell everyone that she was in love with and spent five years living with a monster?” Alindor pulled a cigarette from its pack and light it with the tip of his finger, inhaling happily. “No, I doubt that. Besides I doubt they will let her out of her rooms until she is married off. Having lost her for five years has the King and Queen on edge.”
“You didn't see her eyes Alin. It wasn't just hurt and pain lurking in them, there was something else and it terrified me.”
Alindor coughed and started laughing. “The pampered princess scares you?”
“YOU DIDN'T SEE IT!” Kimmy shrieks causing people passing them to jump in shock. “There was something so wicked in her eyes when she realized we had killed her partner, yes I am scared of her.”
“By the Gods Kimmy, nothing is going to happen. She'll stay locked away in the castle for the rest of her life, or until she is married off. It's done, just forget about it” Alindor was about to turn and continue walking when Kimmy shoved the pouch with her reward into his hands.
“Keep it, I want nothing to do with this. We killed an innocent being and I can not reconcile that fact.” Kimmy fiddled with one of her long braids. “Look, Tad and I are leaving the country, they saw the same thing I did and we agree it would be best if we put as much distance between us and the princess as possible.”
Alindor felt his mouth drop open, the cigarette falling to the ground. “You're leaving?! Seriously?! Over some princess and her pet monster?” Kimmy simply nodded. “Fine, whatever, I guess six years of being a team means nothing to you. Have a good life Kimmy” The tall half-elf turned on his heel and began walking away.
“Come with us Alin!” The only response was a rude gesture flung up over his shoulder as he melted into the crowd. With a sigh Kimmy turned and ran in the other direction towards the docks. Tad should have their passage booked by now and the sooner they left the better. The sudden blaring of trumpets startled her and she stared up at the castle, only for a cold shiver to travel up her spine. Turning back to the docks she increased her pace. They needed to get out now.
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one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.
the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.
like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.
but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.
so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.
i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?
but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?
sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?
and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.
nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.
the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!
and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.
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