don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[hentopan]

I do whatever the fuck I want to do.

[matchbreaker]

Right, I suppose I ought to have figured that.

[ Mr. Laughs at all the violence and shit. ]

[hentopan]

[ ... ]

Let me turn it around on you: why'd you do what you did, vampire?

[ I mean, he kinda knew from the welcoming long but. ]

[matchbreaker]

I haven't done anything.

[ If he means the secret, that... it spells itself out. He can't possibly be asking her for the details about that. ]

Except survive.

[hentopan]

Kinda the same thing for me.

[ Terumi isn't really shy, but he's not actually keen on elaborating here, but this compromise kind of works. Of course, he has in contrast done a whole hell of a lot of things. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Well, whatever. She nods. She's sort of always doubted she'd get on okay with this man, and the fact he's a god on top of it all seems to cinch it. There's no need to press it, even if she was curious, perhaps even a little doubting. As is, though. ]

No wonder you expected your kick to do more.

[hentopan]

Keh, that's different. Haven't used my real body in forever, but even my vessels are stronger than this.

[matchbreaker]

Doesn't that bother you, not using your body?

[ She hums a little. ]

[hentopan]

If it bothered me I wouldn't have let someone borrow it for a few hundred years.

[...Blazblue is weird. ]

[matchbreaker]

Clearly.

[ fuckin weird ]

[hentopan]

Vessels work just fine, or they usually do anyway.

[matchbreaker]

Maybe I'm just too used to flesh, but I like my body.

[hentopan]

Keh, they are flesh you know. And when they're made for you they're just as comfortable.

[matchbreaker]

[ Made for... him... flesh... ]

Oh you better not be saying you possess your kids.

[hentopan]

If you want to call it that. Ideally it would just be plain merging, but there's always complications and bullshit.

[ Basically. ]

[matchbreaker]

... Wait, like your honest to god children?

[hentopan]

[ Okay, that actually gets a small laugh. ]

Hell no, but they might as well be considering how much I have to babysit them.

[matchbreaker]

That'd be perverse if that was the case, to make a tool out of family. [ Exhale. ]

But I'm no god.

[hentopan]

[ ...................... ]

Tch, tell that to my sister.

[matchbreaker]

I just said, didn't I? I'm no god!

[ She laughs a little bit, but it's short lived too. Her own secret's bringing back so many dark memories. ]

The God of my youth rejected my people anyway.

[hentopan]

I would too. I fucking reject everyone, I want nothing to do with worshippers or any of that trash.

[ Might explain why he's the type to showboat everything else but not this. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ "I would too" is so far the wrong answer that before she stops herself she's already moved her long lady fingernails in a flash, intending for his eyes. She stops herself sort, but she's still caught there in mid-swing, eyes predatory and fangs barred. ]

Good. For you. Glad to hear it.

[hentopan]

[ If anything, the sudden aggression and hostility seems to please him. His mouth is open in a wide sneer, and though he doesn't move, his pupils are dilated. They're snakelike normally, but even more so now. ]

Keheheh not a bad look for you~.

[matchbreaker]

Oh stow it.

[ She does lower her "claws" but she keeps the predatory eyes, her emotions still running high. He hisses, keeping her eyes fixed on the ... man. ]

[hentopan]

Hah, not in the mood for a fight right now anyway.

[ It just would not be a good idea for a bunch of reasons. ]

So do you just hate Gods or what?