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Post by Avice Locke on May 19, 2018 21:16:19 GMT -8
Is that what it sounds like?
"What would be your most enlightening idea?" she snapped.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 19, 2018 21:18:01 GMT -8
"To fix your problem for you?"
Of course.
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Post by Avice Locke on May 19, 2018 21:32:48 GMT -8
She breathed a sharp frustrated breath through her teeth.
"No doubt you really are Eric!" only someone like that could get her this messed up. "No! I would be solving my own problems myself that be the whole point. Not running away."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 19, 2018 21:34:10 GMT -8
"So giving up on having a partner because you fucked it up is not running away?"
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Post by Avice Locke on May 19, 2018 21:59:31 GMT -8
"I dont fucking know!" she originally thought it was more like not making a problem at all. Like cutting it out of the equation.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 19, 2018 22:00:34 GMT -8
He just stayed silent, letting her figure it out while he got some more rays.
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Post by Avice Locke on May 21, 2018 12:28:34 GMT -8
She also grew silent.
Noise blasted her head with nowhere to go. Which meant she cant argue. She could say fuck you and how she hadn't had a parent since she was a year old and didnt need one now. But she cant seem to leave it be.
Cutting loose ends and wrapping up goodbyes were what she did best. When she lost her leg and arm it was not but fear and hopeless moping. Eric... Well Mathew was there for that spectacle. She was desperate and she took desperate measures. She though not having things connected to her meant she was weightless and free. Making these choices to not only fight under the Cabal flag but to follow their rules she'd take a partner not knowing what that meant.
"They say once yar lost is when ya find somethin' new. Bein' lost means yar only lookin' for somethin' in particular..." she shook her head.
"I've never felt so lost while knowin' exactly where I am... While I am just realizing I've only ever worn a mask. Tearing it off with me limbs has left me lost. If I dont run... Might I lose more of meself?" she shrugged. "How is it that ya've adorn one foolin' yar equals? What were ya tryin' to find?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 21, 2018 19:50:18 GMT -8
He was hating every moment of this. Why was it that he attracted lost souls. This was the best part about being Eric, no one bothered him. And he had even made himself available. But the second his cover is blown and it's known that he is Mathew Amtrum, then it starts. Suddenly people feel like he cares about their problems. Like he doesn't have his own shit to deal with, important shit. All his life, people were just drawn to him with their problems because they refused to face them head-on. To this day he still did not understand it. He could only assume it was a literal curse put on him by some gypsy or something from New York. He'd clearly pissed off SOMEONE though. That was for fucking sure.
He'd sit up with a disgruntled sigh. It was clear that this was just going to be a talk that happened. So he may as well get it the fuck over with.
"I'm going to be blunt. If you're lost, find a map. I don't know or care who you are. Figure it out."
Only she could figure out who she really was.
"Secondly. I don't have equals. I have peers, but the others don't measure up. And yes, I know you can hear me, David. Eat a fucking dick."
Which would be why he was so insistent that they never talk on Cabal grounds. Far be it from him to stop David from enjoying his daily bag of dicks.
"Thirdly, I can wear a mask without losing myself. Masks have a purpose, mine was to try and flush out a rat, like yours is to hide from all of the parts about your life and yourself that you hate. The qualities that you run from instead of working to change. You want to be a better you, fucking be better. Whatever that means to you because I don't know or care."
Live your life how you want.
"Which brings me to your last question. What I was trying to do. Well, it's personal, but since it's out of the bag of who I am why not just dump out that as well. I'm alive. But my wife and both of my daughters were murdered. Murdered by someone close to me and my family. And I'd very much like to find them so I can rip out their heart through their asshole and then make them eat it before they die. And yes, I mean that literally."
He'd take a deep breath.
"Any other questions that you feel I've been keeping from you?"
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Post by Avice Locke on May 21, 2018 21:53:33 GMT -8
She looked at him and her eyes went wide. It wasn't but another second he cracked a smile on her face. Something about his burst of frustration to her made her feel absolute relief. It was so much relief she put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
"That's the truth?!" she'd pressed a palm to her forehead. He came out with it. She got a straight answer from him and she couldnt be more relieved. And there was a realization that They might both be just as equally alone in this world right now. But even that their reasons for wearing a mask were too different. He had a goal and she was just hiding. "Aye, I was wrong to compare ya to me."
Honestly that shock let her remember to look up from her own problems. This was someone enjoying his freedom and she fell into all of it. Being a bumbling idiot. She might be done with that shit now. She got up from her seat
"I do 'ope ya succeed. They deserve it takin' from ya. I've ne'er 'ad a Father certainly dont need ya to become mine. But unintentionally it might been what I did." It was the blind honesty of this new man, she understood Eric never lied but he was vague. She hated guesswork and maybe she didn't know herself to be able to guess well. But a goal he had and with a resolve he found strength in, a destination to be made.
Her smile faded and she thought about it. Eyes trained on him she'd speak. "I tell ya 'ere and now I'll carry with me what ya said that day before. I'll make it my map. Because one thin' I know I hate is people telling me I can't. I almost believed ya... But if that is what I have to do then so be it. Hate me and think me low, one day you'll ne'er expect it when I finally show ya what yar own blood looks like." she made a daring grin. "Ya 'ave no equals... Not yet then." Maybe she will make it her goal to become a Dragon. Not to be like him not to have the power but the though might be a bit fun and she'll learn the rest of herself on her way. She'd purge this taint from her and while this road is long she'd be willing to take every ounce of abuse if she had an ending resolve. She'd fully expect them to part ways from this point till the next and she'd be okay with that.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 21, 2018 21:56:44 GMT -8
"You are more than welcome to try."
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Post by Avice Locke on May 21, 2018 22:03:01 GMT -8
She was glad it was just that. She can walk away from this with as if she'd knock some sense into herself. She'd exit if nothing else came up.
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Post by Tina Bennet on May 21, 2018 22:03:11 GMT -8
It was a great day, the sun was shining - but it was horrible because she also missed the big battle! Totally unfair, but that's what she got for going halfway up to the place the Earth Dragon was supposed to be buried to find his skull. But nooooo, he had to be alive and ruining that adventure. It wasn't fair.
So Tina figured she'd get some sun to make up for it, her normal tan fading now that she was no longer in her home territory. The young teen dragged a lawn chair from who knows where, propping it up not far from Mathew and Avice as she plopped on her sunglasses and stretching out on it with a contented sigh, not caring if she was interrupting.
"Glorious sun," she mused. Even better, since nowhere on the roof was safe from gloomy brooders.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 21, 2018 22:06:09 GMT -8
Mathew would settle back into his chair. He didn't mind sharing the sun.
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