Post by Tidesweep on Feb 18, 2019 14:34:16 GMT
Cain rubbed his skeletal forehead as he thought about how he hated philosophers for these windy and full of nonsense questions. There were less confusing ways to ask something, but nooooo. They had to go with the way that was the most pompous, full of opposites, that they could go for. Taking a bit longer to make sure he sorted through the question, he lifted a sleeve and showed off his bones.
"Not much to me. What ya see is what ya get. I suppose I pretend to have flesh to tone down the screams and the back stabbin'. In the end though, I am me and what they think of me? I can't change. I can influence. I can beg. I can plead. But if they want to think of me as a certain way, they will. Best I can do is just be me and hope to wake up the next morning with my skull intact."
Gertude
'You sure you don't have some sphinx in you? That sounded more like a riddle than a question...' Filtering out the words, she finally realized that basically what this companion was asking was if it was better to be yourself, be what others wanted, or some weird combination between the two. Thinking long and hard on it, she finally answered. While others did have a point to an extent, their answers didn't fit her and that is what these questions were about right? Them? We are all influenced by what others think of us. Their expectations. Their pushiness... She was after all influenced by Rissi and her drive to make sure that Gertude upheld the expectations of a queenrider.
'People in leadership positions can't always afford to be themselves. Sometimes they have to put on a face to get things done. They can't show vulnerability. Weakness. Indecision. People who want leadership positions may put on many faces trying to appease everyone. For me...I think a combination of being who you want to be and who others expect you to be isn't a bad thing. Goals are important and in the end...People will think what they want...I've seen hatred twist words and actions into the worst possible things and I've seen love blind people to all but the most cruel of crimes and even then...'
Deciding that this might take awhile, she moved to sit down, half tempted to kick at Nec's knee to make him join her so she wasn't the only one on the ground. Half tempted, but didn't in the end. 'Besides, we are all a bit weird and unusual here, so I don't see how that question really applies since we threw out judging books by their covers long ago from what I've seen.'
Fredericke
"What the he---lping hand..." She had about to say something else about the word choice of the Pegasus-caradras before realizing that she probably shouldn't curse around the guys that looked almost as young as her sister. Teaching them bad words was not something she really wanted to be known for exactly.
Coughing, she shook her head. " 'Fraid I don't understand what in the high dragons you just asked. Didn't exactly major in windbag. Soooo...Gonna have to pass on answering this one. Though if given the other answers, I would have to say forget what others think. Only one that counts is what you think in the end. Cause you are the one that has to fall asleep with your actions at the end of the day. If that isn't what you are asking..." She shrugged and held up two fingers. "Maybe go with two dollar phrases instead of fifty?"
Jeremi
Jeremi opened his mouth to answer the question and then promptly shut it once more. This question...He didn't feel comfortable answering. So much of his life had depended upon what people thought of him. Mostly for safety reasons. Some for self conscious ones. While he was very much rubber and oil in terms of insults (either they bounced off or slide away), sometimes the insults had lead to more...Physical manifestations. Not always on him. Sometimes it was the friends he would make or the people he dated. If he was being honest, this was one of the few places that he felt like truly didn't care who he was, dated, or befriended. And even if they did? Well, he was pretty sure that more than a few of his companions would tell them to stuff it.
Hand running through his hair, he finally just shrug and a sheepish grin appeared on his face. It would appear that for this question, Jeremi would not be answering.