Thirty Fifth Krieg - Phone/Action

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[Phone]

Now. It seems this town still has a bit of teeth after all, doesn't it? Considering I believe there's very little I could say to emphasize on the current game the town has chosen to play, as far as I can see it, let me ask something. A sole question is all I have for you today.

Tell me, my friends: are you real?

[Action - Park]

[Despite the fact the Major has been able to keep up his "cheerful" demeanor lately, it's slipping just a bit inwardly. It's an odd feeling to be well and truly annoyed for once. Annoyance and anger, while not uncommon to the Major were emotions that tended to come at one moment and then speed away the next. Brief bouts he had that would soon disappear.

But with the loss of nearly all his allies in town, annoyance was well and indeed what he felt. he was accustomed to failure, that was true. But he was also accustomed to the fact that he had ways to pull himself back up. He had setbacks before. But never quite setbacks like this, setbacks which he had no way of circumventing or working with, at least not immediately.

Yet at the same time he supposed that too would pass. After all, he may be defeated once, again, a thousand times but he would still raise himself up again. And for the moment he just needed some time to relax. And to think.

With so many people out of their gourd at the moment he supposed now would be a safe time to indulge himself a bit. During the half a century he had been in hiding, there were many hobbies the Major had taken up to keep himself entertained. To keep himself active in something at the very least.

One of the Major's hobbies - although he would not call it a passion - was the violin. It was an instrument that he had started off poorly with and truth be told he's far from a master. But fifty years practice has made him at the very least a decent practitioner of the instrument. Some would even say he's good.

He just sits on one of the park benches, playing and smirking to himself. It's not his favorite type of music, especially for the types he usually composes. But he supposes it'll do for now to keep him occupied.]

Comments

Phone

[insanefrenchman]

For some of us I don't think the answer to that question really matters anymore.

Re: Phone

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

I didn't ask if the question mattered but if you had an answer.

Re: Phone

[insanefrenchman]

In that case I would say, how would you put it, I was. I haven't begun to interrogate the authenticity of what I've lived through here.

Re: Phone

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

I think what we've lived through is quite real! After all we experienced it.

Yet that does not make us real, or at least who we think we are.

Re: Phone

[insanefrenchman]

You're questioning our testimony to ourselves?

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

That would be correct, yes!

[insanefrenchman]

Now that's bringing in some fairly heavy philosophy. I have to think about that one. [He makes a pause the length of a sigh] I think there are qualities that make some better witnesses than others. Wisdom, mental stability.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Ah. But in the case of this town such things are even more questionable than usual! I would say when it comes to the matter of wisdom or stability, we're all on equal ground as we're all equally malleable.

With that being the case, then we can decide we are equally real. But this still doesn't prove whether or not we are real.

[insanefrenchman]

How existential. But you're right; there is no way to really prove things in here. Other people would probably have more interest in this than I do.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Perhaps they would.

Still I've found it interesting to pick the minds of everyone, even if they have no interest in the subject. Just because one does not care for a certain train of thought does not mean they don't have valid points.