Devising Mock Spring 2021 Flashcards by fite me

SYBIL: Making your way along the path?

(turning to look) What’s it to you?

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SYBIL: Nothing more than it will be to you. Assign it your own value.

I’m already going to a lost place of legend; I don’t need any more mystic ambiguity.

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SYBIL: So you admit you’re following the path.

Fine, yes. I don’t know why you’re so concerned with why I’m here.

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SYBIL: I provide readings for those taking the path. I have a feeling you might need one.

I’m not interested. I don’t need some (making air quotes) “psychic” telling me what I’m thinking or what will happen.

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SYBIL: Good to know you think I can do that.

I don’t! I don’t know where you got that idea from.

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SYBIL: You’re in denial. It’s painfully obvious.

(standing up, backing away) I don’t - know what you’re talking about.

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SYBIL: “How much more damage anger and grief do than the events that cause them.”

Marcus Aurelius? Stoicism was never a preferred philosophy of mine. Wouldn’t have expected it from someone like you.

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SYBIL: Assumptions aren’t going to get you anywhere.

Educated guesses will get me further than your “prophecies” or introspection will.

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SYBIL: Denying your own mind will only put you on the path to ruin.

This path already looks to lead to my ruin.

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SYBIL: It leads to what it will.

I already told you I don’t need this mystic drivel. I’m leaving. (turn to leave)

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SYBIL: At least consider a free reading.

(stops and turns back) I might as well take it.

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SYBIL: There is a hard journey ahead. Be assured that it is worth it.

Speaking of worth? I’ve heard about you before. Consider lowering your prices.

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SYBIL: Consider taking this card.

(steps forward, takes the card, and retreats once more, looking at it) Consider more specific readings, Sybil.

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SYBIL: The future is murky as it is, and you want specific readings based on a glance? You ask too much.

Yes, well, I have a tendency to do that. Thank you for the reading, and the card.

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SYBIL: You’re taking it?

Never said I would use it. I might need a firelighter later on.

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SYBIL: Denial again?

You have no right to-

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SYBIL: I think you’ll find I do.

I’m leaving.

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SYBIL: Good luck.

I don’t believe in luck.

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SCENE 2: ANGER

…fortune tellers, thinking they know everything… (looks up and sees CESSAIR, stops)

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CESSAIR: You walking the path?

(cautiously) Why do you ask?

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CESSAIR: If you are, I thought you’d have heard. There’s a bit of a, let’s say, tax, for going this way.

I haven’t heard of any tax - oh.

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CESSAIR: Got it yet?

Really? Robbing people here?

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CESSAIR: A man’s gotta get funds somehow.

You still shouldn’t be robbing people who are already hurting!

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CESSAIR: What do you expect me to do?

Well, I’d like you to put down that sword, but I have a feeling you’re going to swing it at me.

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CESSAIR: Excellent deduction, Sherlock.

What can I say? I'm just naturally intelligent.

CESSAIR: Intelligence doesn't do anything in a situation like this.

Knowing when to hit is useful, I think you'll find.

CESSAIR: Still acting like you’re better than me? We’re both on the path. I know you aren’t perfect.

It is rather easy to be superior to you, though.

CESSAIR: Low blow.

I didn't really think so-

CESSAIR sweeps low... etc.

And you say I-

CESSAIR: I did warn you.

Oh, you think you're so funny.

CESSAIR: Humour's better than whatever angst you've got going on.

(silence)

CESSAIR: Come on, what's got you going this way?

(silence, but slightly angrier.)

CESSAIR: Why are you looking so serious? It's not like someone's-

(tightly) Yes. It is.

CESSAIR: So you're just coming up here to deal with grief? Cliché, much?

Like you've got room to talk-

CESSAIR: Has a mysterious woman informed you you’re going to struggle? Are you, perchance, a roguish and mysterious explorer with a bloodied past?

That's absurd-

CESSAIR: Or are you just moping solo?

That's none of your business.

CESSAIR: Did I hit a nerve?

I should think that would be obvious.

CESSAIR: And I should think someone like you would be tougher.

What's that supposed to mean?

CESSAIR: Just thought I'd get more of a fight. I mean, come on, look at you.

(getting angrier) What do you mean, exactly?

CESSAIR: Ooh, getting repetitive. It's obvious you're sad about something, I just thought I'd get a better reaction from you.

I don't think either of us want that.

CESSAIR: Maybe you don't. But I could do with some entertainment. It's been boring since that historian tried to disprove this place.

I can imagine that no one believing in this place would slow down your "business".

CESSAIR: At least I've got the desperate and some sword practice.

You are... I don't have words.

And I suppose you aren't going to give me your money?

Beat me and we'll see.

CESSAIR: Oh, but wouldn’t your precious friend be disappointed in you?

How did you know about him?

CESSAIR: I didn't. Now I do.

Oh, you-

CESSAIR: So, how did he die?

You don't-

CESSAIR: Did it hurt? Was it preventable?

Please-

CESSAIR: Could you have saved him?

(insert victory here) Do not talk about him like that.

CESSAIR: Touchy.

Get out of my way.

CESSAIR: Alright, alright. We were getting along so well.

We really weren't.

SCENE THREE- CALLAN: On a hike?

Why does everyone keep -? Sorry. Yes. I'm heading up the path to the Lost City.

CALLAN: Ah. You're one of those types.

I don't know which type you're referring to, but you are most likely correct.

CALLAN: Lost someone? Looking for the City as an affixed goal when you feel hopelessly lost yourself?

Poetic. Did you practice that?

CALLAN: Lots of folks come through this tavern. You learn your lines pretty quickly.

You've been here for a while, then?

CALLAN: Somewhere between a half-century and six months. You can guess.

I don't think I should. [Beat.] Any reason you've stayed around here?

CALLAN: Got injured on an attempt to reach the city, built that house down the way, and found something to live for round here.

Ah.

CALLAN: Yeah. You aren't the only one who's been lost, you know.

I know that, it's just that... sometimes it doesn't feel like it.

CALLAN: I went up the path because I thought I could get her back. Thought maybe she'd be at the City, or I'd find her on the way there.

I know that feeling.

CALLAN: Sometimes I still feel like I'd do anything to get her back.

Does it ever stop hurting?

CALLAN: No. But you learn to live with the hurt, and you find yourself again, and it gets less as you live more.

I miss him.

CALLAN: I'm sure you do. For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

Thank you. I'm.. sorry you lost someone too.

CALLAN: Best of luck on your pilgrimage.

Best of luck with your... life, I suppose. (walks back to the bar)

SCENE FOUR: DEPRESSION

(walks up behind EMA) Are you going to the Lost City?

EMA: Yes, I am. I don't know what else I'd be doing up here if I wasn't!

You could be, I don't know, camping? [Beat.] I'll admit it sounded more sensible in my head.

EMA: ...Right. Are you going up to the Lost City too?

(sarcastic) No, I'm just waiting on the path to provide a convenient conversation.

EMA: I'll take that as a yes.

How long has it taken you to get here?

EMA: I've been on the road for some months, but I've only been on the path for a few weeks.

That sounds like slow going.

EMA: I'm afraid not all of us are fighting fit or in fighting condition at all. I'm ahead of most of my people.

Your people?

EMA: The people from my town. Disasters expel most folk fairly quickly, especially one like that.

(realisation) You're from the town that got, what, flooded?

EMA: Something like that, yes. The Lost City is something of a refuge for me.

You're hoping to stay there?

EMA: Why else would most people taking the path not return?

I try not to think about that.

EMA: So your goal here...

I would rather not think about that, either.

EMA: Ah.

(sits down)

EMA: Should I...?

No, do what makes you comfortable. I'm just tired.

EMA: How long have you been travelling?

Long enough. I've been resting a lot recently. Spent more time on the path than getting to the start of it.

EMA: Was the journey there long for you, too?

Not particularly. I'm from a village a bit to the south, a fairly small one, not many prospects. You won't have heard of it.

EMA: So this is just an exploration for you?

No. Not at all. [Beat.] I wish it could have been.

EMA: I... My children didn't make it out of the town in time. The water came too fast, and I was too far away to help them.

How do you keep going?

EMA: Most days I don't know how to. It's exhausting, to keep moving without them.

Everything feels grey now.

EMA: They used to talk about myths and legends all the time, so when I heard about this place, it...

It felt like a chance to continue their memory?

EMA: It was an easy goal to latch onto, at the time. Now it feels like the only way for me to keep on.

I don't know what I'll do when I reach the end of the path.

EMA: I don't think I do either.

Keep going?

EMA: I think I will.

Me too. Good luck...?

EMA: Ema.

Right. Good luck, Ema.

EMA: Good luck to you too.

(END OF SCENE 4)

SCENE 5: ACCEPTANCE

End of the path. So this must be..

EXPLORER: The Lost City. It's real. I almost can't believe it.

(attempting humour) Guess I'll have to.

EXPLORER: Do I really want to..

..do this? Lock myself away from everything so I never have to process the idea of a world without him?

EXPLORER: I've been running..

..away from his death for so long that it still doesn't feel real. I can't- I shouldn't do that. It's not going to help either of us.

EXPLORER: I hate that..

..he won't be able to see me get better, but he would have wanted it, and that's enough. Time to keep exploring. [END]