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[circumspector]

[ 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 ]

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

She's smarter than that. And not in the way that everyone who has a dog claims their dog is better than other dogs.

Jacob's army drugged her, made her smarter and bigger. Judge Serum. That's what it does. Makes 'em obedient and ferocious. She's a hunter. She understands.

Not that she listens, but she understands.

[circumspector]

Definitely like every dog I've ever know.

[ A blink. ]

Whose your Jacob? Going to go out on a limb and say not my friend or the arm's company.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Jacob Seed. Herald of Eden's Gate.

He's a sniper, that's why I thought you might have had his actual gun for some reason. Which .. some of his stuff has shown up here before. He showed up here before. So not totally out of the question.

[circumspector]

[ She notes it immediately. Information to watch out for later, to know to watch out for. She liked Pratt, he seemed... okay, damaged. But not a bad guy at his core. Whatever upset him was probably worth keeping an eye out for. ]

Right. That's a... weird coincidence. The Jakob's family comes from the moon, Eden VI. But, no, definitely not that. The leader of the company right now is Wainwright Jakobs, no one called Seed there. I mean the Jakob's company does make sniper rifles? But they make shotguns, assault rifles, pistols, all that kind of stuff too.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Yeah, that's some coincidence.

[Which he's hoping against hope actually is a coincidence. Please be a coincidence and not some conspiracy to have everything lead back to Jacob Seed. Not again.]

What are future guns like? Are they super cool?

[circumspector]

[ Maybe, sometimes, the universe is good to bad and morally grey people. ]

I mean - I know of a gun that shoots swords that explode into smaller swords that explode. How is that for cool?

[theweakhavepurpose]

... I want one.

Guns are cool. Swords are cool. Gunswords are probably the top on the coolness meter.

[circumspector]

That's Torgue for you. His pattern gun manufacturing is big on making bullets that explode on impact. He really, really, like explosions.

[theweakhavepurpose]

So they're guns that shoot swords and then the swords explode?

This is the best thing I've ever heard.

[circumspector]

Mr Torgue is a hell of a guy with the flare.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I want twenty.

[circumspector]

Now you're talking like a Pandoran. I wish I could get them here, but there just isn't the digistruct technology that I've found yet.

But if you give me some time, I might be able to get a surprise for you.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Pretty sure I have to revoke my own Montana Driver's License if I'm ever in possession of less than ten guns.

That might be in our bylaws.

[circumspector]

Montana is Pandora, got it.

[ She might be giggling now. For how strange it is, he's practically an honourary Pandora.... and that's comforting in its own messed up way. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

From what you've told me that checks out.