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[fordola]

Name: Fordola
Date: 1/1 - the early morning.
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I'd celebrate the new year with you all, but it's not the same, is it? Not all of us came though at the same time - some of us might have only spent half a year before this new dawn. Not that I celebrate the time. A year's a year, now isn't it? Just another date.

But you know. Thinking on that - it's weird, isn't it? Nobody new has come though for a while. There were those objects, and even some living things? But nobody else like us. Either something big is coming up, or the magic - or whatever - has gotten all it needs.

Either way is a little fucked up, but in different ways. Any of you got thoughts?

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[fordola]

I didn't celebrate my nameday, even though it passed while I was here.

And this place celebrates too damn much.

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[betweenduskanddawn]

Is that the same as your birthday?

I guess. But a celebration about something...normal? Could be nice.

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[fordola]

Yeah. I guess that's another thing with another term? Back home, we call 'em namedays. Guess it's something to do with names having power.

Also, back home, my people didn't have reason to celebrate. This place is weird, but one for the new year does seem more. Normal.

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[betweenduskanddawn]

Most things here seem different from back home for me also.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Maybe this is a place to try and change it?

To celebrate things, I mean.

[fordola]

Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to cling to who you were if your body changes.

Maybe that's for the better.

[betweenduskanddawn]

Yeah. It's awfully strange, isn't it?

How do you mean, though?

Better than what?

[fordola]

It's a long story. But... people didn't like me. People I thought I was doing the right thing for.

[betweenduskanddawn]

I'm sorry.

Did you end up doing things you wouldn't have for them?

[fordola]

Yes.

My name, to them, was the Butcher. Tells you enough, now doesn't it?

[betweenduskanddawn]

It does.

I'm sorry.