If you have something smart to say about my past don't bother Sharp wit is lost on me and I recover quickly when I'm cut by it But if you're serious I'll consider responding
Come now, haven't I shared enough for you to know the question is genuine? I'll happily share my own story in exchange, if it eases your mind any. And that's not an offer I make to just anyone
( ok but that's fair, and it makes aventurine laugh. )
No. But before you find yourself upset about that, I don't trust anyone. And as we share some commonalities in our stories I'm sure you can understand why.
( trust will get him killed. there is no one he can trust but himself, and now ratio. it's good that this conversation is over text, because aventurine does not have to keep a mask on as he recounts as much of his story as he can. ratio hasn't even gotten this much from him, but at the same time: ratio doesn't need to. he's a smart man, he can put all the clues together scattered throughout their universe and get a better picture than aventurine is able to provide. )
Years after the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, someone finally caught the last Avgin and put him up for a slave auction. He was bought by a man of status and wealth -- Aventurine, one of the ten Stonehearts of the IPC. Who then made him fight to survive against thirty-four other slaves. His luck kept him alive, made his master wealthy, and so he was Aventurine's favorite since then. Which let cunning little number thirty-five eventually trick Aventurine and a whole organization of scholars into digging in the deserts of a planet after a prize that wasn't there. And our number thirty-five, well, it was exactly what he wanted -- he killed his master with his own bare hands, got hauled up in front of the Stonehearts, and now look at where he is.
A self-made man with the same title as his former master.
( the story is a sad one. as kaladin listens, he experiences the flow of unforgettable emotions from his time spent as a slave. its conclusion wasn't a happy one, nor is the conclusion to aventurine's.
they've become something different, sure; however, they'll always bear those brands. )
Our worlds define luck differently Or perhaps I define it differently
I'm sorry No one has the right to own another human being Your worth can't be measured in currency or the words and acts of others It must have been hard
What were you called before Did you have another name
But the boy who's name it was died in the sands with the rest of his people. It might seem strange to you, but Aventurine suits me just fine. I earned it with my own two hands
It's not strange I've known men to relinquish their names because they felt they didn't suit them anymore Be who you want to be If that's Aventurine then that's what I shall call you
I've always been Kaladin My family and close friends sometimes call me Kal My enemies call me Stormblessed You can also decide what you call me
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@poker | post profiles becoming public, he is using that fucking gremlin voice for text to speech
i punched this into the generator and it's so chaotic
Sharp wit is lost on me and I recover quickly when I'm cut by it
But if you're serious I'll consider responding
it's what they deserve
you're so correct
( kaladin enters the chat swinging )
But I'll listen to your story
Why me
Our backgrounds may be similar but we aren't as people
Do you even trust me
no subject
No. But before you find yourself upset about that, I don't trust anyone. And as we share some commonalities in our stories I'm sure you can understand why.
( trust will get him killed. there is no one he can trust but himself, and now ratio. it's good that this conversation is over text, because aventurine does not have to keep a mask on as he recounts as much of his story as he can. ratio hasn't even gotten this much from him, but at the same time: ratio doesn't need to. he's a smart man, he can put all the clues together scattered throughout their universe and get a better picture than aventurine is able to provide. )
Years after the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, someone finally caught the last Avgin and put him up for a slave auction. He was bought by a man of status and wealth -- Aventurine, one of the ten Stonehearts of the IPC. Who then made him fight to survive against thirty-four other slaves. His luck kept him alive, made his master wealthy, and so he was Aventurine's favorite since then. Which let cunning little number thirty-five eventually trick Aventurine and a whole organization of scholars into digging in the deserts of a planet after a prize that wasn't there. And our number thirty-five, well, it was exactly what he wanted -- he killed his master with his own bare hands, got hauled up in front of the Stonehearts, and now look at where he is.
A self-made man with the same title as his former master.
no subject
they've become something different, sure; however, they'll always bear those brands. )
Our worlds define luck differently
Or perhaps I define it differently
I'm sorry
No one has the right to own another human being
Your worth can't be measured in currency or the words and acts of others
It must have been hard
What were you called before
Did you have another name
no subject
But the boy who's name it was died in the sands with the rest of his people. It might seem strange to you, but Aventurine suits me just fine. I earned it with my own two hands
Is Kaladin the name you had before?
no subject
I've known men to relinquish their names because they felt they didn't suit them anymore
Be who you want to be
If that's Aventurine then that's what I shall call you
I've always been Kaladin
My family and close friends sometimes call me Kal
My enemies call me Stormblessed
You can also decide what you call me