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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2022 18:59:05 GMT -7
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2022 19:58:50 GMT -7
The old parchment was removed from the envelope, a letter with which there was no return address. It was nestled in her post office box, meaning that it had gone through proper channels to arrive to her. Ursula reads the acrostic poem carefully. Follow the Fire Flies. Cryptic indeed. Was it a competitor trying to force their way beneath her skin or a stalker fan with a death wish? There is no crumpling of the carefully worded document, just a calm and casual folding and insertion back into the envelope. She tosses it onto her coffee table and proceeds to make herself a cup of evening tea in her kitchen.
Ursula Von Rossbach is no hero, nor does she strive for acceptance. Her will makes manifest that which she desires and presently, there have been very few to draw her ire properly. If anything, the message annoyed her. Evil is an abstract concept, as is heroism and morality. Everyone is a villain to someone as they are a hero to others. What she was, is, and has always been is an evolution of being, something that cannot be simply defined in terms of black and white. It was often fools who mistook a rare act of kindness as a sign of weakness, for it is the truly strong who do not define themselves by what others think of them.
The whistle of the kettle gets her attention and she pours the boiling water into the cup, then lowers the small bag of Yerba Mate & Guayusa and walks back into her living room. Further she contemplates the letter and what it means as her tea steeps. She allows herself a brief smirk.
"It is the strong who determine who they are and the weak who demand others to be otherwise," She muses aloud.
The Lady Terminator sips her tea, the flavor similar to green tea but less tannic, with a creamier texture.
"Salvation is not a reward for the righteous, it is a gift for the guilty."
For the next several minutes, she enjoys the silence and the flavor of her tea. Once finished, Ursula would leave the empty cup and letter behind and begin her evening workout.
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