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[thorny]

[the first thing that appears is a very elegant string of Japanese kanji. someone obviously doesn't give a fuck about this network's language abilities]

This is a literacy test. Do you pass?

[and then it (fortunately for you non-speakers) switches over to English before continuing onward]

An access code leading me to a secret forum? How quaint. I was almost expecting to be given a decoder ring for my troubles - or should I be expecting one in the mail now that I've made my presence known here?

But I suppose that doesn't matter very much. From what I've seen this board is filled with absolutely fascinating people of the highest intellectual caliber. I can see why we've all been thrown together here; every discussion I've seen has been absolutely riveting.

Hopefully my own contribution will be able to hold up to the impossible standards of my fellow readers. Prepare yourself, I'm about to launch the conversation topic!

How many of you are familiar with the Lolita style of fashion?

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[thorny]

Not any more annoying than people who purposefully spout casual garbage rather than try to improve their small minds and actually fool people into thinking they're halfway competent.

[whatever man, she dun curr]

I'm certain that as soon as I see something worth being taken seriously I will give it all due consideration. I'd hate to disrespect a solemn moment.

[hollowleg]

Look, this network isn't for "improving one's mind" or whatever. It's about keeping in touch with other people who are getting royally fucked by whatever the hell is happening.

[a pause, then a groan;] The fish guy's nonsense facebooky crap notwithstanding.

You're irritating.

[thorny]

And you're trivial. Together we ought to make for some blisteringly interesting conversation, don't you think?

[she's not the best at empathy, if it isn't already abundantly clear here]

As I don't particularly care about whatever befalls the other users of this little network, I don't see why I shouldn't use it however I see fit to amuse me. It isn't as if the numbers came with an instruction booklet.

[hollowleg]

... Trivial?! Did you just call me trivial? You little bitch.

[SORE SPOT HIT]

You should just fuck off, then. Go get yourself killed by a damn hair monster for all I care. It's what someone so cold deserves!

[thorny]

Oh dear, you seem to be a little sensitive about having your less than immaculate traits pointed out. You might want to get a handle on that before someone adds unreliable to your list of negatives.

[being called names and told to die is basically Hikari's benchmark for a job well done. she has no intention of being dumb enough to get trapped by these stupid monsters as (in her head) she's more than capable of avoiding them, so she's entered full Deal With It mode]

[hollowleg]

[it take sa bit for Shiro to respond; he wants to go cool down. It's So Very Not Cool to let some lolita brat get under his skin. When he does respond, he sounds much calmer]

I may be a lot of bad things, but unreliable will never be one of them. Not even sure what that has to do with what we were talking about anyway! Besides, I don't care about what some lolita has to say. Anyone who thinks that petticoats and lace are still fashionable in this day and age clearly has her head stuck up her ass. It'a hard to run from monsters in heels.

Ah, you'll see. And then I'll get to say "I told you so". Maybe I'll even bring you a black rose at the hospital.

[thorny]

I'd opt for blue, if I were you - my old-fashioned charm grants my the ability to remember that flowers have their own meaning. A blue rose is impossibility.

[hollowleg]

Yeah, but flower language came about before food coloring. Now all you need is a white rose and a little bottle of blue dye. Bam, instant impossibility.

[he does sound a bit concerned, now, though; she's really not taking this seriously at all] But really. Be careful. Just being part of this stupid numbers club makes you a target. You'll see things other people don't. And those things see YOU, too. They also typically have sharp claws and very bad attitudes. [Kind of like yours, Hikari. But with actual bite]

[thorny]

How fortunate for me that I own the perfect pair of heels to deal with such problems.

Really, though, being granted preternatural vision is the least of my problems at the moment. I have no intention of throwing myself headlong into dangerous situations, and if anything provisionally visible is interested in changing that then it's going to be met with severe disappointment.

[she just ain't got time for fighting monsters when her academic dominance still needs to be fought for]

[hollowleg]

Trouble will find you, eventually. And... I really doubt you're at all equipped to deal with it unless you're secretly a master of martial arts, or carry a gun under your ruffles at all times.

[thorny]

You'd be surprised at what I've had to master in order to keep my top ranking in school.

[hollowleg]

... Calculus? I sure don't remember karate being a necessary part of high school curriculum.

[thorny]

Then you mustn't have attended a particularly competitive school. I'm not surprised, really.

[hollowleg]

Ha! Nope. Not really. But I learned what I needed to. Mamoru's the one who knows all the karate and crap.

[thorny]

I'm glad that you've adequately prepared yourself for a future of minimum wage employment, at least. Everyone needs to meet their future head on at some point.

[hollowleg]

Haha! Wow. Yeah, no. My future has nothing to do with martial arts. I'll have you know I'm a damn good chef and I'm working at a bitchin' bakery. I have my life figured out.

[thorny]

I'm certain that the people in the drive-through appreciate your commitment to providing them with the highest quality doughnuts that you can.

[hollowleg]

Your assumption is once again wrong but hey, whatever.

[thorny]

I can only draw conclusions from what you've provided me with thus far, and nothing you've given me has any indication of proceeding above the lowest common denominator. Perhaps you should work on your presentation.

[hollowleg]

Dude, I didn't know I was going to have to give a resume-slash-job interview level presentation to some rude girl on the network. Though something tells me that even if I did improve, you'd find the worst in it anyway.

[thorny]

If you're not able to defend yourself and your life choices at any given moment then they're likely not worth defending. In such a case I wouldn't even have to find the bad points - they present themselves without any help from me.

[hollowleg]

Look. I don't have to prove anything to you. Or anyone! Not unless you can actually help me, which you can't.

[thorny]

Yes, keep telling yourself that. Aggressively denying that the rest of the world deserves more than a second of your time will certainly keep the reality of your mediocrity at bay.

[hollowleg]

[yep not feeding the troll smart-aleck any more]

So are you always Little Miss Sunshine [that part's in English] or am I a special case?

[thorny]

Don't flatter yourself, you might strain something. I'm merely pointing out simple facts that should be readily apparent to most people with functioning minds.