https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Ups_and_Downs_-_Echo_JournalUps and Downs - Echo Journal - Revision history2026-07-31T11:53:07ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.43.0https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Ups_and_Downs_-_Echo_Journal&diff=337630&oldid=prev81.136.124.180: /* Echo's Journal */2018-05-01T12:29:31Z<p><span class="autocomment">Echo's Journal</span></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was a bit heady, and a bit hedonistic: untempered thanks to a temper twice as big as she was, and a height complex that reached pretty darn high for how little height she had. The justice came later. The judging came later. It was always arms reach, and three steps away while growing up – even as Frayed plied his trade for the good of the community. And it was <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">echo’s </del>durance that would change that. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was a bit heady, and a bit hedonistic: untempered thanks to a temper twice as big as she was, and a height complex that reached pretty darn high for how little height she had. The justice came later. The judging came later. It was always arms reach, and three steps away while growing up – even as Frayed plied his trade for the good of the community. And it was <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Echo’s </ins>durance that would change that. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was a bit heady, and a bit hedonistic: untempered thanks to a temper twice as big as she was, and a height complex that reached pretty darn high for how little height she had. The justice came later. The judging came later. It was always arms reach, and three steps away while growing up – even <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">has </del>Frayed plied his trade for the good of the community. And it was echo’s durance that would change that. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>It was a bit heady, and a bit hedonistic: untempered thanks to a temper twice as big as she was, and a height complex that reached pretty darn high for how little height she had. The justice came later. The judging came later. It was always arms reach, and three steps away while growing up – even <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">as </ins>Frayed plied his trade for the good of the community. And it was echo’s durance that would change that. </div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Not her life. That continued much the same. Getting where people didn’t want her to get, knowing things people didn’t want her to know, and telling them to people who really wanted to hear. It was the scale of it all: not the injustice and the suffering – those she knew intimately well – but the mechanisms in place to keep all life she knew living just like she’d lived it. Eye opening, to put it mildly. Unfair, to state the obvious. So she started turning her temper, and a lifetime of surviving and thriving to making the places she lived just a small bit better. </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Not her life. That continued much the same. Getting where people didn’t want her to get, knowing things people didn’t want her to know, and telling them to people who really wanted to hear. It was the scale of it all: not the injustice and the suffering – those she knew intimately well – but the mechanisms in place to keep all life she knew living just like she’d lived it. Eye opening, to put it mildly. Unfair, to state the obvious. So she started turning her temper, and a lifetime of surviving and thriving to making the places she lived just a small bit better. </div></td></tr>
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