text; un: beatrix [1]

[fiendennor]

Do you believe in magic?
If so, what do you know about it?

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[fiendennor]

How self-sacrificing of you. [She types it with the absolutely most-dry tone possible in mind.]

[ownit]

[It's a good thing he knows how to read tone in text or he'd let this get to his head.]

Yeah I'm a goddamn saint.
What, not giving you the sort of discussion you were hoping for?

[fiendennor]

I hadn't been "hoping for" anything. It had been a question of curiosity, little more.
You're among the less helpful of respondents, though.
And surprisingly lacking in imagination.

[ownit]

[Um...excuse you?]

What the fuck?
Hey, I'm over here taking time out of my day to participate in this little back and forth you have going so show a bit of fucking respect.

[Is he maybe upset that he was called unimaginative? Maybe a little. Just a little.]

Sorry I can't tell you that I suspect magical secret societies floating around where I come from.
Trust me, if you could see it, you'd know what I'm talking about.
People are too busy trying to find food and survive.

[fiendennor]

I will gladly respect one who has earned it. I'm sure you have your reasons, and I do not know what place you come from, but not "suspecting magical secret societies" and closing your mind to the possibility of things you don't know about are two different things.

[ownit]

Who said I'm being closed minded?
I'm not denying any of the magic I've seen here.
Hell, I'm sure now that there's a fuck ton of worlds floating around out there that have some wacky shit going on.
How would I know?
Trust me, I'm the least judgmental person you could possibly meet.

[Sounds fake.]

[fiendennor]

Yes. I'm sure you are. At any rate, I think this conversation has ceased to be useful for either of us.