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redshiftrp2020-01-07 01:01 pm
circumspector) wrote in redshiftrp2020-01-07 01:01 pm
// video; open
[ Angel's feature's flicker onto the screen, black-eyed, black hair, those strange blue markings that adorn her body down her left side and right horn, that telltale hint of fur that appears across her shoulders, her neck, collar-like. Decidedly, completely, not human. ]
Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.
But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.
So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.
[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]
... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.
[ #nailedit ]
Hi. There has never been an easy way to have this conversation so I am just going to jump into it. I'm a monster. [ Her long ears flick, pricking to sound, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her thick, black claws that come to flat ends tap against her cheek. ] It's a long, long story. But the sum of it is pretty straight forward, there was a God. She took people like this place takes people, she turned us into things. I became this. I wasn't always this, nor was I chosen for any grand reason. But now I am capable of smashing through concrete with one kick, I can lift ten or twelves my own weight, and I weight a lot, despite my size.
But that and the horns isn't why I call myself a monster. I'm a monster because I crave human flesh. I can and have eaten living people. I didn't get a choice about it. I can sate it when things are good. Raw meat of animals will do the trick. But, if I put it off any meat at all long enough, the hunger becomes ravenous, and I get taken over by this... this rage and hunger. I might - care for you, want happy things for you. But when I am like that? I'm not your friend. I'm not human. I'm not... not me. I can manage it, but this place just wiped my memories for a few days, so I can't make that assurance it will never happen.
So this is my permission. The day that happens, and you can't trap me or stop me, you can put a bullet in my head. I won't cling selfishly to a life where I am hurting someone to fuel myself. I'll only regret it when I come out of it. If it's me or someone else, I'll always pick for someone else to live over me hurting someone just because I am like... this.
[ She clears her throat, because what else is there to really say? So just... ]
... Do you think Tequila is bad for the Reindire? I keep feeding them mine.
[ #nailedit ]
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good to know
you really dont sugarcoat this stuff do you
[ I mean, not that she's in any position to judge, after the way she was acting last week... ]
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... That and I might be a little confused about what might be too much for other people. The planet I come from...
Well, I might eat people, but at least I don't wear their children's skin as party hats.
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that sounds like something out of a hellraiser sequel
and not one of the good ones
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They're called skin pizza parties. They like to wear faces. This is usually the point people ask me to stop talking.
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its probably horrifying in real life
but on the other hand
your planet sounds like the most metal place in the multiverse holy crap
[ so, you know, CONFLICTED FEELINGS. ]
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Also definitely a cannibal now, but that's the least of your problems by that point.
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[ ... ah, she ... just remembered something, though. ]
then again
i think
maybe my home planet wasnt much better actually
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Really, what planet do you come from?
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i grew up on earth
that is the me who is talking to you now
but before that
in another life
i used to be an alien
so technically the home planet im referring to is not mine
but that of my past self
...
that said i dont actually remember what it was called
ive just been calling it trollplanet :I
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... Not that anyone knows where or what that place is but...
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They mysteriously vanished hundreds of years ago.