[ being able to write your own history is a rare gift. one she knows exactly two other people can say they're able to do. at the question her gazes softens, warms, and there's nothing but affection in her tone. ]
... A smart, warm woman who would walk the streets, whether the Nest's or the Backstreet's, and speak of the dream she had for the future. A lot of people turned their nose up at her -- I mean, who wouldn't? -- but enough of us were drawn, obviously. Carmen was someone who always looked forward, determined to see things through, and never had a bad word to say about anyone at all. She saw the good in everyone, and could even turn someone's faults into something worth being proud of.
I said I was clumsy, right? She said I was extremely passionate, so much that I'd fumble over my own feet -- like it was just a side effect. She led us all without hesitation, put herself in all kinds of danger just to have a single chance at changing someone's mind, but... she was the kind of person who's light could burn so, so bright, and be snuffed out in the next moment, too.
[ memories of that day flood her mind and she closes her eyes. ]
It was an accident. She didn't want to endanger anyone, but one of the kids we'd picked up in the Outskirts had just as high potential for furthering our research as she did -- and Carmen had wanted to use herself, since she wouldn't ask anything of anyone she wasn't prepared to do on her own, but the boy -- Enoch -- insisted, because he wanted to repay her kindness. He died during the experiment and Lisa, a girl we'd picked up at the same time, hated Carmen beyond belief for it.
Carmen hadn't wanted to hurt anyone. She did everything she could to avoid that. To cause someone pain, to kill them -- they weren't part of her ideal world, which rooted out violence and hurt -- and being the cause of Enoch's death tore her apart. It sucked out the spirit we'd come to love, dulled the shine that led our way, and eventually...
[ ... a wave. ]
Anyway, she was someone worth looking up to. And I did. I wanted to be just like her, and I think I've made steps towards that while keeping true to myself, too. You might've liked her-- well, anyone would. She was easy to get along with!
[They'd hoped Malkuth's description might put things into perspective, but all it does is muddy the waters. It's not impossible for the woman she talks about to become the Voice of the Distortion, after all, even if Dante's not entirely sure how point A got to point B, even with the story of Lobotomy Corporation added to it all.
But as they grasp for examples and comparisons, they land upon La Manchaland, and it starts making some sense. Was it serendipity or fate that one of L Corp's branches would become part of that amusement park one day?]
Sounds like the kind of person you don't see very often back home. I wonder if she would have had an easier time in a place like this.
[Maybe they would have liked her. Maybe they wouldn't. It's hard to tell with memories rose-tinted by death and admiration.]
Of course! Well-- if I can do for someone what she did for all of us, then I'l consider that goal complete. But I'm short on giving people dreams or a future.
[ haha... ha...... ]
But enough about me, Dante. Tell me a little about yourself!
[Not what they were expecting, but a good question. A hand goes to their chin as they consider the question seriously.
There's one obvious answer in Demian, but most of their reasoning behind that is the fact that they're unable to get a read on the guy. Other than that...]
Probably some of the people around here. I still need to out and actually talk to everyone more, but it's not every day that other people stick out more than I do.
If I were to choose from back home... Hm... I guess it depends on what you mean by "interesting."
[For once they aren't trying to skirt the question. People in the City are weird as hell.]
[ weak but fair answers. there are a lot of interesting people here, and it feels like she meets another every week... and a lot of the people back in the city are weird as hell. ]
If it's surprising, then... I'll go with something recent. There was this Fixer we came across from the Cinq. The guy was hard to take seriously--he had a selfie stick on him at all times so he could stream everything he was doing--but he was more skilled than I gave him credit for.
Or if you want to go earlier than that, there was the first Distortion we encountered. He had these raw chickens that could attach themselves to people's heads and make them do what he wanted.
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... A smart, warm woman who would walk the streets, whether the Nest's or the Backstreet's, and speak of the dream she had for the future. A lot of people turned their nose up at her -- I mean, who wouldn't? -- but enough of us were drawn, obviously. Carmen was someone who always looked forward, determined to see things through, and never had a bad word to say about anyone at all. She saw the good in everyone, and could even turn someone's faults into something worth being proud of.
I said I was clumsy, right? She said I was extremely passionate, so much that I'd fumble over my own feet -- like it was just a side effect. She led us all without hesitation, put herself in all kinds of danger just to have a single chance at changing someone's mind, but... she was the kind of person who's light could burn so, so bright, and be snuffed out in the next moment, too.
[ memories of that day flood her mind and she closes her eyes. ]
It was an accident. She didn't want to endanger anyone, but one of the kids we'd picked up in the Outskirts had just as high potential for furthering our research as she did -- and Carmen had wanted to use herself, since she wouldn't ask anything of anyone she wasn't prepared to do on her own, but the boy -- Enoch -- insisted, because he wanted to repay her kindness. He died during the experiment and Lisa, a girl we'd picked up at the same time, hated Carmen beyond belief for it.
Carmen hadn't wanted to hurt anyone. She did everything she could to avoid that. To cause someone pain, to kill them -- they weren't part of her ideal world, which rooted out violence and hurt -- and being the cause of Enoch's death tore her apart. It sucked out the spirit we'd come to love, dulled the shine that led our way, and eventually...
[ ... a wave. ]
Anyway, she was someone worth looking up to. And I did. I wanted to be just like her, and I think I've made steps towards that while keeping true to myself, too. You might've liked her-- well, anyone would. She was easy to get along with!
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But as they grasp for examples and comparisons, they land upon La Manchaland, and it starts making some sense. Was it serendipity or fate that one of L Corp's branches would become part of that amusement park one day?]
Sounds like the kind of person you don't see very often back home. I wonder if she would have had an easier time in a place like this.
[Maybe they would have liked her. Maybe they wouldn't. It's hard to tell with memories rose-tinted by death and admiration.]
Do you still want to be like her now?
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[ haha... ha...... ]
But enough about me, Dante. Tell me a little about yourself!
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[They should have seen this coming. The amount of information she gave compared to them is hardly equal.]
What kinds of things would you like to know?
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[ start easy. it says a lot, they don't know how much. ]
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There's one obvious answer in Demian, but most of their reasoning behind that is the fact that they're unable to get a read on the guy. Other than that...]
Probably some of the people around here. I still need to out and actually talk to everyone more, but it's not every day that other people stick out more than I do.
If I were to choose from back home... Hm... I guess it depends on what you mean by "interesting."
[For once they aren't trying to skirt the question. People in the City are weird as hell.]
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Let's go with... "surprising" for today.
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Or if you want to go earlier than that, there was the first Distortion we encountered. He had these raw chickens that could attach themselves to people's heads and make them do what he wanted.
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Sorry, roll that back. Selfie stick? Streaming? He was streaming-- his work? As a Fixer?
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