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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 8:36 am
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"You can sit ya know." Cee, after shaking with him, had sunken back into the sofa. She could feel Snap's weight upon her, serious and silent and coiled for action if need be.
"You assume'a whole lotta s**t ya know?" Her legs crossed, heeled foot bobbing. She was a tiny little thing without all the hair and shoes. Just a tiny girl. "You gonna pass judgement on some'un else's choice? I seen monsters. Not all of em even have legs. Some'of em wanna kill kill kill.. some'of em are beasts." She shrugged. "Some of em ain't gotta place. Ain't you ever felt like you were different? No one understood ya?"She looked around the room, this caricature of something she only knew from old TV.
"Back in the human world people be judging errybody all the time. I know it's like that here too." Her eyes drifted to him, coaxing that she wasn't so bad. "You ain't got enough money. Or maybe yer... a demon and he's a monster.. or," she was winging it, "maybe you b'lieve in God and someone else don't. People git treated bad. They jus' wanna matter."
Cee leaned on the arm of the sofa, propping her head on her hand. "Every single one, who makes a choice like that, they makin the choice ta matter. That s**t ain't light. How you gonna judge em on that?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 12:29 pm
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And then, because he was still flustered and a little annoyed, Brenley blurted out the first response that came to mind.
"I judge them because they would willingly help you to hurt me."
How hypocritical, after what he had done to Pachua.
The reaper slumped when he realized what he had actually said, his brows wrinkling with guilt that he quickly pushed down. He was not a danger to his kind or the humans, and although feeling like he didn't belong was a daily occurrence, it wasn't enough of a reason to give up his autonomy. He couldn't think of anything that would be. When he spoke again, he did so with his composure regained.
"Unless you can somehow convince me that there isn't a hunter who would make me join you when I didn't agree to, I'll just keep trying to learn about you if it's all the same. It takes all kinds, as you say." He swallowed. "But I'll try not to judge or assume as much, if that means anything."
Brenley shuffled forward and reluctantly sat with a cautious jingle of jewelry and belts, perching himself on the edge of a cushion. After his petulant tirade he almost needed a rest. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and scrubbed his hand down over his chin, the gestures of an older creature. "My father is a gryphon. In some circles, it's not uncommon." He sighed. "I shouldn't be sitting. I should be going. I've made a fool of myself and if you're not going to try killing me, I should..." He remained seated.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 2:27 pm
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He knew he should leave before he relayed more personal facts or got into any real trouble, but the more seemingly truthful information she baited him with, the more he wanted to stay. Despite what she had said about his own kind hurting him, he was no more frightened of them than he had been before, nor was he moved by tales of human scarelings who couldn't handle the more... enthusiastic representatives of his kind. Bren could only assume most humans made it out of childhood just fine. Though that did beg the question—if a human killed himself, was the citizen of Halloween that provoked him to do so responsible? If they never touched the child, was it murder?
In the end it was not sympathy for humans or curiosity about her angry, inanimate companion that prompted him to remain. It was the news that weaponization didn't take if one wasn't willing. Wasn't that something.
A faint smile lightened his expression as he nodded distractedly at her bangle. He would refrain from commenting on her language. He wouldn't point out that she was prioritizing her people's scarelings over his either. Frankly, he didn't care all that much. If what she said was true, he was safe. And even if she was lying, he had something new to ponder.
"I'm... um.... sorry," he said absently, still perched on the edge of his cushion. "I suppose that's not... cool." He gathered the bits of stone hanging from the end of his scarf and silenced them in his hand. "Do you like what you do?"
iloveyouDIE hello travelers i have finally fought my way out of my post-dance haze
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