text; daemon: shebad

[shadowblends]

ACROSTIC DESCRIBE YOURSELF WITH YOUR NAME!
Preferred Alias: Kurt

• Kind
• Unique
• Radiant
• Trustworthy Accurate As Hell, Huh?

[sheba's found that posting things without her owner's permission is amusing, especially when he reacts with sputtering and flushed cheeks.]

i didn't tell you to post this!
why must you have a mind of your own? [a brief pause.]
well, it isn't incorrect, though ...

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[sadico]

Humanity is attempting, poorly, to fix problems that they themselves caused.

Too little, too late, and the masses are more concerned with what happens in their tabloids than the technological advances that will save their world, and those in power are obsessed with temporary monetary gain to sustain their selfish lifestyles for the short period of time that they live.

Perhaps if you were immortal you would understand the frustrations of observing an entire population focused only what is now instead of what will be.

[shadowblends]

[by this point, nightcrawler is shaking, unable to keep his emotions from getting the better of him. he knows he shouldn't be so upset about such things, since ignacio doesn't know the humans he does, but he can't help it-- things are different in their worlds. he could shout at the vampire lord until he's blue (or purple, rather) in the face and it wouldn't make a bit of difference.

regardless, though, he answers as calmly as he can manage over the network, positive that the metallic taste flooding his mouth is from biting his tongue.]

i guess it's a good thing i'm not immortal, then.
perhaps the humans will kill me for my kindness before i get a chance to understand they're selfishness.

[sadico]

[ Kurt couldn't see the roll of Ignacio's eyes, but they were rolled nonetheless. ]

Perhaps.

[ And he left it at that, because arguing with mortals was pointless. ]