Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150512110619

"Talking about coping methods, are we?" asked Icarus, dragging himself and the piano stool over to Belle and Sammy. He nodded, listening to the methods the others had. It felt a little awkward talking about something so personal, but it was nice, listening to others, feeling like others were not simply characters forced on a destiny, but real people living real lives.

"I've read your story, and your dad never deserved what he got," Iccy said to Sammy. "Sure, he might have been a little arrogant, but I never thought he deserves to be treated that way by the robbers. No mountain of gold is worth a human life."

His smile fell when he made the last statement, though. He was destined to die, but he was also destined to kill. Over spring break, Iccy met his stepmother, and she was the sweetest thing. There was no way he could...

Brushing the painful thought to the back of his mind, Icarus continued. "I cope and accept my death through music," he said. "I write songs, I try to crack jokes. Black humour is surprisingly effective."

"I agree with you that Grimm is not the pious man he portrays himself to be," said Airmid. "And I give my sympathy for the grievous wounds he had caused to you." Jane, although scary, stood out as brave to Airmid, which was pretty respectable. "He's problematic. In fact he's more than problematic. Sure, he's done some good for the world, but who hasn't? And all the so-called-good he's done, how much of it came from the sacrifice of the future of young teenagers?"

Anger boiled up inside Airmid. It wasn't anger towards anyone in the room. It was anger for the state of the world, for society. Anger towards the privileged and all the fairytale authors' descendants who only sat on their butts and treated people like pawns in a chess game, or like characters in a George RR Martin novel.

"The catch is, if we speak out against our problems, then they will value their emotions over our struggles, theyll police our tones, and finally, theyll disregard all we say simply because they believe it's all due to 'teenage angst' instead of legitimate, fearful anger," Airmid said, her tone bitter. "I don't need to tell you who they are. They're the system, they're the ones on the top of the social pyramid, reigning over kings and queens. Laws might be above the monarchy, but the people I'm talking about, they're above the law."

She knew she was just rambling, mumbling about people who she didn't care to mention in great deal. And more importantly, she knew that what she said probably sounded more like conspiracy theories than actual complaints.

"I should have enunciated my thoughts more clearly," she said. "But in summary, the system's against us. If you want to be the revolutionary you desire and fight the system, then you shouldn't argue with your fellow Dead Epics. Don't you understand if we're divided, we'll turn against each other too much to turn against the true enemy? I hope you guys agree, because if so, I'll be proud to call yourselves my fri–"

She stopped herself mid-word.

"Please, I would like to call myself your ally."