Oh, it's a wonderful day to be alive. When one has been dead for five and a half months, you get a real appreciation for everything around you, and just being amongst the living in general.
Pardon my rudeness. I haven't even formally introduced myself. My name is Godrick Versailles. I was born on the ninth of October, my best friend is Lorraine Gray, I am an extrovert, and I am in the process of leading a rebellion.
Well, at the moment I'm not leading anybody. I only just regained the actual ability to think clearly yesterday. Death is hard on people, you know. It's not just a, "snap, you're alive again, go do whatever you want" type thing. It's a complex science, and when it's over a long period of time, things decay. Granted, Lorraine and Jack were very intelligent about the entire situation and put my body into stasis so such things wouldn't happen, but not everything can be done inside a small glass chamber. Luckily we have people for that.
Speaking of Jack, we've been considering going to Eire on vacation at some point after the revolution is over. It sounds very nice over there, at least climate-wise. Though we're planning on waiting until this whole "Ravensburg Basilisk" deal blows over...
Yesterday was actually quite enjoyable for me, considering I actually had the ability to form coherent thought. I was happy to be reunited with Jack and Lorraine, though disappointed to realize that while I was aware of the existence of some sort of afterlife, I had no idea what went on there. Had I found my lost love, Fritz? Or had I gone the entire time looking and never found anyone I wished to find? Well, at least I remembered something.
Jack and I spent nearly the entire day together, doing... stuff. I'd actually prefer not to disclose that, but let the record show that we were doing "stuff." After a while Jack was tired of doing this "stuff" and went to go draw for a while since Lorraine had been quite vocal about also wanting to spend some time with me. She ended up waiting until nightfall, but she said it was okay. And she didn't say it was okay in that typical Lorraine voice that means something isn't actually okay even though she's saying it is. It sounded sincere, at least. And Lorraine is not usually one to fake sincerity. When she is angry she lets EVERYONE know.
Anyway, regardless of her anger she IS still my best friend, isn't she? (The answer is yes, if you didn't catch that.) So we went out and decided to go lie in the grass for a while and look at the stars and contemplate life. Well, okay, there was a lot more life contemplating going on than there was looking at stars or anything, but that's beside the point.
One of the things pontificated (that's a fun word) was the fact that Lorraine, unlike most girls I know, has never tried to, in her own words, "put the moves on" me. I didn't quite understand that. There have been many cases of a best friend falling for the other one, and we've known each other longer than I've known I didn't like girls that way, so it confused me a little.
She explained that while we were perfectly good best friends, a relationship with us together would be like a dead battery. There was no spark, no power at all. Which I suppose made sense. I had never felt any particularly strong feelings toward her except those of friendship, so.
She also noted that we wouldn't have made a good couple anyway, because couples should at least have a few traits in common, and all ours seem to be opposite of one another. She's short, I'm tall. She's "wimpy" (she said it herself), I'm strong. She's intelligent, me... not so much. She's a straight female, I am... neither. She's an introvert, I'm an extrovert. She's logical, I'm passionate. There were many more of these that were said, but I can't recall any of them at the moment. We make a great team, but as far as loving one another... it wouldn't have worked.
So, I suppose that's my post for the day. We're planning on firing up the Audra and making our way out of here fairly soon. Which means more rallies! I'm excited. I've always loved speaking in front of all those people... but only about the Rebellion. Put me up there to talk about something else, and I'd be like a deer in the headlights...
And imagining them all in their underwear would just make me feel awkward. I don't know why anyone ever suggested that to anyone for public speaking.
Ah, well. I'm off to go eat and talk about plans. Until next we meet.
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