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tsuntrader) wrote2012-01-10 03:25 pm
tsuntrader) wrote2012-01-10 03:25 pm
[Action] I feel like this title needs a balls joke
[What's a productive use of time? Time exploring the woods and training.
Today involves the latter. ...No, really. There's perfectly valid "training" logic behind Silver running around the entire village with Sneasel and an oversized ball gun, a birthday present from some stupid flirt that needs some shounen spirit.
And the entire village is no exaggeration. He'll be zipping through lawns, tree jumping, sliding across any remaining snow and ice as if he was raised with it, pulling off ridiculous ninja bullshit stunts, the works. He'll even head into the woods at some point.
And, of course, there are those balls that keep coming out of it. Of course... They're not just balls. They're Pokéballs, which might clue people in on why Silver's doing the equivalent of playing with a new toy. They're empty Pokéballs for a good portion of the day... And they're liable to hit anyone and anything. You know, if Silver hasn't already quickly turned a corner and collided with you or narrowly avoided a collision due to good reflexes.
Of course, later on, it will also have a bird in it, so if your life long dream is to have a two foot tall bird come out of a ball and accidentally collide with you or tackle you over, now's your chance.
This is totally valid and legitimate training, guys. Really.]
Today involves the latter. ...No, really. There's perfectly valid "training" logic behind Silver running around the entire village with Sneasel and an oversized ball gun, a birthday present from some stupid flirt that needs some shounen spirit.
And the entire village is no exaggeration. He'll be zipping through lawns, tree jumping, sliding across any remaining snow and ice as if he was raised with it, pulling off ridiculous ninja bullshit stunts, the works. He'll even head into the woods at some point.
And, of course, there are those balls that keep coming out of it. Of course... They're not just balls. They're Pokéballs, which might clue people in on why Silver's doing the equivalent of playing with a new toy. They're empty Pokéballs for a good portion of the day... And they're liable to hit anyone and anything. You know, if Silver hasn't already quickly turned a corner and collided with you or narrowly avoided a collision due to good reflexes.
Of course, later on, it will also have a bird in it, so if your life long dream is to have a two foot tall bird come out of a ball and accidentally collide with you or tackle you over, now's your chance.
This is totally valid and legitimate training, guys. Really.]
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He doesn't care.]
Leave.
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Regardless, he's not getting that crutch back just yet, since he'll likely just use it the same way.]
No. Answer me. [If he leaves now, Mithos just wins; both this argument, and the statement about how Silver doesn't care. He's already stepped into this mess; he's not going to turn his back on it.]
/facepalms
You don't even know the truth. You can say whatever you like about disregarding race, but words are cheap. The reason you treated me well while I was a child is because I never revealed what I am. [because he was hungry for acceptance, already too familiar with rejection at that age. A slight pause, but not long enough to let Silver interject.]
It is normal to fear that which is different. Neither human nor elf, wanted by neither and despised by both - that is what it means to be a half-elf. People are ignorant, predictable beings. It doesn't take long to learn that there is no place where we belong in the world, when everywhere we go we are regarded as little better than slaves.
Why should I believe you're any different?
[That totally didn't answer your question...but you'll just have to deal with it.]
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So what if you're a half-elf? That means nothing to me. All you are to me is Mithos, some weird guy with a crappy past that bundles up all of his issues but could probably be a nice guy if he just let himself live for once.
I treated you well because you were a child. Every child should be allowed to live a happy life, no matter who they are or what they grow up to be. It had nothing to do with not knowing about this half-elf crap.
1/2
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[He ignores the irony posed by arguing against the idea that he would ever be accepted while standing in the apartment of the human who had welcomed him with open arms in spite of everything. How backwards it is to fight against what he had always wanted so fiercely. He's slowly learning to accept that there is one exception to the rigid rules mapped inside of his mind, but there is no way more anomalies like her exist. No good rule has so many exceptions, and humans will always be humans.
He's starting to wish he had thrown that crutch out the window, to hit Silver in the face instead.]
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I'm not messing with you.
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Shutting down.
Destabilization.
He wants to strike his hand across Silver's face. Knock him to the ground and kick him in the ribs, smash him to a thousand pieces. But he can't. He's trapped and he just wants out of this conversation. He doesn't want to hear it he doesn't want to hear or see anything he just wants to be alone. Even if he's inside and Silver is outside, a feeling of vulnerability smothers him as he leans against one crutch, clinging to it, knuckles bleached white.]
What do you want from me? I don't waste my time on filthy humans, and I'm not stupid enough to believe anything you have to say! [he will start casting a spell if you do not remove yourself from his sight within ten seconds.]
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...Ultimately, he just lets out a sigh and recomposes himself. Back to looking generally unimpressed.] For someone who preaches about intolerance and people fearing what's different, you really fit the bill on both accounts. [But he can't entirely hold it against him. He's like a wounded Pokémon bearing its fangs when someone tries to go near it and check its wound.]
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He begins to channel his mana. With this weakened body, sans Cruxis Crystal or even just an ordinary Exsphere, spells eat up far too much energy and time...but desperation is a powerful fuel. To Silver, it might just look like Mithos has fallen silent, thinking hard about something and glaring him down - he won't be able to see the complicated runes encircling the floor at his feet. Murkrow, still in the room, might be more perceptive.]
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His bird does not, and it's but a moment before Murkrow headtackles Silver, intending to send him well out of the way of whatever Mithos is up to.]
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Mithos's eyes narrow, annoyed that the human escaped electrocution. But he can't bring himself to care too much, because he's sure it was enough to scare him off. ...There's also the frustration that it took way more out of him than it should have. He grips his single support more tightly, glare fixed on what he can see through the window.]
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Not nearly as much as Silver's words. Confusing, jarring, dangerous... It's best to just block it out.]