Character dialogue

"No one's ordinary. But Kit's un-fantastical. She's part of fanfiction that our author writes. And, Diego, you think you got problems with people trying to kill you? It's a heck lot more stressful when they aren't trying to kill you. Where I live, slash, serve, slash, am enslaved, everyone hates my guts and considers me less than the dogs they kick out of the way. I think that counts as stressful. Way beyond stressful." ~The Raven

"A battlefield? You call that stress? A battle is temporary, and you've got a lot of support. Try living every day with nearly everyone on the planet wanting you dead, actually trying to do something about that, and being worried to sleep because you may never wake up. Not a day goes by when your not on the run. That's stress." ~Diego

Obviously you have little knowledge of warfare, or none at all. Whether it be temporary, the facts are plainly seen: You are fighting for survival in conjunction with a more devine purpose. Support?! A handful of Highland Scots against the entire French fleet, their infantries and Redskins in the Seven Years' War? *sighs and shakes head miserabley* The young, blessed it be the next generation has not forseen so ugly a face as war. May the Lord bless and watch over you for that much - never enlisting or subjecting your soul to its duties.

As for moving about, you are speaking an old tune, boy. I too know the life of the vagabond so what say you bloody well cease on the complaining and make some worth within yourself? - Welcome Garrison

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Fal, what is your command? - Samuel Garrison

You do realize your father would - Martha Garrison

Kill me? Most litterally, I presume. I was just wondering, Mum. Rest assured - again - I will not make rash decesions any longer. My mind is clear. - Samuel Garrison

"Wah, wah, wah, everyone's complaining! What is the deal with you guys?!" ~Keer

"Well, they all do seem to live harder lives than I do..." ~Myron

"Most people do." ~Émon

"I resent that." ~Myron

*Under his breath* "You mean, you represent that." ~Daekom

"What was that?" ~Myron

"Nothing." ~Daekom

I like beer. -Paul Revere

Pass the ale, please. - Samuel Garrison

Ye both can drink yourselves silly. Tavernkeeper! *snaps fingers* Over here! And pour a glass of water. - Samuel Adams

*glasses clank together* To the glory of the cause! - Samuel Garrison

And the hopeful birth of a free nation! - Paul Revere

Please, someone supress these two before a Tory disposes of us! Anyone ye willing to assist? - Samuel Adams

"Politics. Whatever." ~The Raven

"How boring can you get? Politics? Bunch of loonies with grey beards and attitude problems." ~Rohsair

*laughs* Sam is gray! His entire head is as white as the snowbank! *doubles over, laughing historically*

*blushes* - Samuel Adams

But you are too. - Paul Revere

*stops laughing abruptly* Hardly. - Samuel Garrison

But you are so. Strands of white in all directions. - Paul Revere

Paul... You are older, by several years. Surely you have more graying than I? - Samuel Garrison

Not I. I retained my youth. *winks* - Paul Revere

*looks sympahtetically at Welcome* Wow, sounds like you've seen quite a lot in your time. Still, I have to agree with Diego. Battle isn't always the most stressful thing someone can go through. Sometimes, I feel like the whole world is against me, even though I'm just trying to help. ~Jessie

Yeah, I can understand what Diego means about not wanting to sleep because you might not wake up. Seems like I've had that feeling a lot lately. ~Daniel

*feeling bummed* C'mon, you guys! Is this suddenly the support group or something? Let's talk about something less depressing. ~Aimee

Ok. *turns to Killesha and Diego* So, does your writer take a long time naming stuff, too? ~Unnamed man

"My command, Samuel Garrison, is over about one hundred elves in the E.C. That's the airforce; E.C stands for Ebren-Chadyorä. That means Sky-Hunters in your tongue. I'm hoping for promotion soon." ~Fal

Dear Jessie -

My Day of Birth was 1709, and the year is currently 1770. Yes, I suppose I have seen enough; the grandest treasure one shall receive, my wife, and the most treacherous life can offer such as a Father. And now I have a rambunctious son to raise properly. Samuel is my son, and I love him deeply, but that boy needs a leash!

I disagree with Diego wholly but on small scale, I can relate. Nonetheless, survival of one's home life is an entirely different matter, especially when your own flesh and blood has left an abundance of scars along your backside. Fear of not seeing God's sunrise or His sunset; fear of living to witness the outcome of the following day, that is the single detail and similarity between us. - Welcome Garrison

"Yeesh, since when did this party turn into a heavy-handed letter-reading recital? *Looks over Welcome's head to Unnamed Man* My writer can't even write if she doesn't name us. But me, well, I popped up fully formed. Name and everything. She hated me for it." *Grins* ~Keer

"Considering how much she worked on your story, she can't hate you that much." ~Daekom

*bows deeply* My apologies for my Father's conduct. He does exhibit a sense of humor, and a decent one if I might add in his defense. There are just certain subjects that trigger unpleasant memories, and I believe, though he is in his sixties, my Father is still healing from an array of events throughout his life. - Samuel Garrison

Humph... - Welcome Garrison

What in the Almighty started this exhausting conversation? - Patrick Henry

Patrick! *grins* - Samuel Garrison

Hello, lad. Keeping your nose clean in Boston? - Patrick Henry

Nevermind about that. When will you be returning? - Samuel Garrison

My work is now here. Why? - Patrick Henry

I, uh... *bliushes* I miss your speeches. I miss you. - Samuel Garrison

You have the Sons of Liberty to look after your well being. Chin up, back straight, and we will face every British bayonet, and with authority! - Patrick Henry

"This thread's dead. *hits thread hard* Where's everyone gone?" ~The Raven

"You scared them away." ~Rohsair

"Whatever." ~The Raven

"New subject. Who's oldest and who's youngest?" ~Fal

"I'm the oldest in that I've been around in my writer's mind for longest. Otherwise, I'm the second youngest." ~The Raven

"In the first way, I'm the youngest." ~Rohsair

"And in the second way, I'm the oldest." ~Fal

Uh-oh. This'll get complicated fast. ~Aimee

Let's see, I've been in our writer's mind the longest of everyone here, but I'm sort of one of the younger ones in the story. ~Jessie

I'd probably be next-oldest in the writer's mind. I'm older than you in the story by just a few months. ~Daniel

I'm between the two of you in the story! ~Aimee

I've been in logosgal's mind for the least ammount of time of anyone here. I popped up in her mind on...*runs and checks* Sunday night. And boy, was she annoyed with me! ~Anja

I've only been around for a few months, if even that long. She only came up with our story near the beginning of the summer. I was about the third or fourth character in our story she came up with. I'm in my early twenties, though, so in the story, I'd be older than anyone in the other story. ~Unnamed man

We've got adults in our story! ~Jessie

Yeah, they're just not here right now. ~Daniel

Where are they, anyway? ~Aimee

The adults? I dunno. Maybe they'll be here later. ~Daniel

I think the writer just forgot to invite them to the party. ~Jessie

How sad! We should invite them. I bet Grandpa would love to meet these guys. ~Daniel

My dad's probably busy. But we should at least invite your grandpa. He's cool. ~Jessie

We are all the oldest "experiements." - Samuel, Martha, Welcome Garrison. Samuel Adams, and Paul Revere

You forget. I was the original along with that brat, Samuel Garrison. We were in the very first draft. The writer is daft. - Angus Brigham

Sometimes I think our writer must be daft, too. ~Jessie

*mischiveous grin* She is. ~Anja

As they say, "Genious borders on insanity." ~Daniel

...Or dwells smack in the middle of it... ~Aimee