Roux was going towards the stairs when Sammy turned her around, a small grin on her face. She had felt it coming from a mile away. But she smacked her hand against her face when Sammy started asking question after question. And when she couldn't even get her name right, she sighed. "Again. Ouch. It's not that hard. Well...it sort of is sometimes, but point is, what would telling you how many times I died so for you right now, hm? It's not like I remember all two million three hundred thousand and forty-five times." She did. Every last one. "Eventually, you find humor in it. Do you know how long it takes to find humor in getting crushed, set on fire, terrorized by flaming bats, skewered, being terrorized by flaming bats while being skewered and on fire? How many times it takes? And now do you think I actually want to explain that to you?" She snorted.
"I don't know how many of us there are, but it's just one here now. Can't be at the same place at the same time sometimes, yadayadayada. Anyways, what I do know, is that we're all intertwined. Same guitar, different strings. Different sounds. Sometimes the same sounds, but different guitars, ya know? But at the same time, we're all right here. But in different places of right here with their own Sammys. Saying different things that end up being the same thing or eventually lead to the same thing. All intertwined in some fucked up, writhing ball of a paradox. Or a big ball or the same types of rubber bands, but all of them are either the same color, a weeee bit different, or another shade completely. But there's one rubber band that's all of them. I may not have the best life, but out of all of them, I'm the best me. The "better" that they always imagined themselves up to be eventually at some point in their lives, but never quite reach. Some are connected parallels that are so similar that at the point that they die, they do become that better. Sort of like a literal ego death or something, but the other way around. It's a headache sometimes. And then poof. The coin flips. I always found it ironic that I'm the only actual Roux though. But I've realized over a looooong span of time that it's sort of just our fucked up thing I guess." She scratched the side of her nose. "Anyways, back to music time—"
She headed up towards the stairs, only stopping for a moment, still feeling Sammy's confusion and frustrations. She didn't blame her. But at the same time, after hearing that she still wasn't what Sammy had wanted, she almost didn't want to care much at all. And after the many...many..many, things that she had seen and experienced, it would be easy enough as she continued up the stairs, drumming her fingers across the rails. "Dantdant dananan nana nananana~" She made electric guitar sounds to make her own music while she, despite everyone else, dances up the stairs. The sounds of the chaos and confusion around around her didn't sound too bad with a rocking guitar solo added in. At least not to her, anyways. And then she heard the others.
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"Galiah....what the hell happened?" Edgar asked, being the only one out of the others that could do nothing as he heard that Sammy had been hurt, and the others leave. He couldn't exactly follow after them. But follow after them to what? That was the question that terrified him the most.
"I don't know how many of us there are, but it's just one here now. Can't be at the same place at the same time sometimes, yadayadayada. Anyways, what I do know, is that we're all intertwined. Same guitar, different strings. Different sounds. Sometimes the same sounds, but different guitars, ya know? But at the same time, we're all right here. But in different places of right here with their own Sammys. Saying different things that end up being the same thing or eventually lead to the same thing. All intertwined in some fucked up, writhing ball of a paradox. Or a big ball or the same types of rubber bands, but all of them are either the same color, a weeee bit different, or another shade completely. But there's one rubber band that's all of them. I may not have the best life, but out of all of them, I'm the best me. The "better" that they always imagined themselves up to be eventually at some point in their lives, but never quite reach. Some are connected parallels that are so similar that at the point that they die, they do become that better. Sort of like a literal ego death or something, but the other way around. It's a headache sometimes. And then poof. The coin flips. I always found it ironic that I'm the only actual Roux though. But I've realized over a looooong span of time that it's sort of just our fucked up thing I guess." She scratched the side of her nose. "Anyways, back to music time—"
She headed up towards the stairs, only stopping for a moment, still feeling Sammy's confusion and frustrations. She didn't blame her. But at the same time, after hearing that she still wasn't what Sammy had wanted, she almost didn't want to care much at all. And after the many...many..many, things that she had seen and experienced, it would be easy enough as she continued up the stairs, drumming her fingers across the rails. "Dantdant dananan nana nananana~" She made electric guitar sounds to make her own music while she, despite everyone else, dances up the stairs. The sounds of the chaos and confusion around around her didn't sound too bad with a rocking guitar solo added in. At least not to her, anyways. And then she heard the others.
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"Galiah....what the hell happened?" Edgar asked, being the only one out of the others that could do nothing as he heard that Sammy had been hurt, and the others leave. He couldn't exactly follow after them. But follow after them to what? That was the question that terrified him the most.
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