she's sitting in the park, arms wrapped around herself, eyes closed. very slowly she just curls over and thunks her head against her knees, taking deep breaths.]
It was a strange morning for him too, though, and he was conspicuously absent when the actual fight at D*nny's went down. It's one thing watching his evil twin trample all over the city, but an other thing entirely watching his (friends? associates?) the other heroes mindlessly killing his mirror image again and again and again and they get spat out by the machine.
The fight's all out of him by the time he comes across Nimona in the park. He approaches silently and plops himself down next to her, lying down flat on his back and staring up at the canopy above. ]
[she startles slightly when he flops down next to her, but. because it's him, she doesn't move. she just tries to compose herself a little. just a bit, so she's not visibly losing her mind.
it's similar for her, honestly. watching everybody kill or knock her out over and over made her chest feel tight, and that, on top of the fact that she can't transform, that she hasn't been able to all week, has finally caught up to her. silence for a second, and then she uncurls, and slowly slides down to lay down next to him.]
... Yeah. [that seems like it's a loaded statement for her, and she has to sit up again, curling her knees to her chest.] Stab it through the heart for glory. Be a hero for killing anything that's different.
[she starts ripping the grass up out of the ground, just to have something to do with her hands.]
[ That's a lot of how he feels about it too, except in his case, it isn't glory. It's necessity. You kill what's different because they're a threat— you kill them before they can become a threat— and the line only gets more and more blurred from there. ]
It's not like I can't see where they're coming from, but man... [ it's a pain having to behave!! ]
Being killed just 'cause you're out having a little fun [ smashing buildings and setting things on fire ] It sucks.
[ He looks a little surprised at the question, something he would've thought was obvious. He might look like a little kid, but honestly? it'd be better if more people were scared of him. They'd have good reason to, anyways. ]
Evil to me means there's nothing redeemable. [obviously she doesn't know if he's murdered like a bazillion people or whatever but he's been nice to her, so she doesn't really care all that much.]
[ It's always something to hear that he's liked despite everything he is and did. He's not quite sure what the at something is, exactly, but it's something. ]
My morals aren't that bad... [ but they are and he knows it, so it's less than half-hearted ] But that's good. Murder isn't something you can redeem yourself for anyways.
I don't think they are, but I'm not a goody-two shoes.
[she just simply does not think killing a person is a bad thing unless she liked that person and then you're the worst, probably. she's too old to be a good person.]
... I'm all wrong. [she says, after a second. closing her eyes.] I've been stuck for three days and it's - bad, it's unbearable.
It takes him a moment to fit pieces together, the fact that it's been three days that their powers got switched around, that Nimona's was a part of how she was back home, and now that's been changed completely. It's like when Hanako first got here and found that he had to breathe and eat and sleep— it was disconcerting, but at least it was how he used to be, however long ago. ]
...I wish I knew how to give it back to you. [ maybe if he kills Danny. that's starting to sound like a better and better idea. ]
Does anything make it better? Is there anything I can do to make it better?
[she would be lying if she hadn't considered killing danny to see if she'd get her powers back. seeing him transform today was a mess - he was protecting himself, but all she could see was what she didn't have. she exhales sharply and scrubs at her face.]
A couple people have offered to turn me into stuff. Like animals. With the Wonderballs. [she says, wrapping her arms around herself again.] It just feels weird to ask them to do it.
[owing people sucks.]
I wish I could fix it but I can't and I'm, like, I'm itchy, on the inside, I feel like I want to turn myself inside out. This can't last more than a week. It can't.
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she's sitting in the park, arms wrapped around herself, eyes closed. very slowly she just curls over and thunks her head against her knees, taking deep breaths.]
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It was a strange morning for him too, though, and he was conspicuously absent when the actual fight at D*nny's went down. It's one thing watching his evil twin trample all over the city, but an other thing entirely watching his (friends? associates?) the other heroes mindlessly killing his mirror image again and again and again and they get spat out by the machine.
The fight's all out of him by the time he comes across Nimona in the park. He approaches silently and plops himself down next to her, lying down flat on his back and staring up at the canopy above. ]
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it's similar for her, honestly. watching everybody kill or knock her out over and over made her chest feel tight, and that, on top of the fact that she can't transform, that she hasn't been able to all week, has finally caught up to her. silence for a second, and then she uncurls, and slowly slides down to lay down next to him.]
... Hey.
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[ with a little groan, Hanako stretches himself out like a cat before relaxing again, hands clasped over his stomach ]
Everything went okay back there? I heard you guys blew up the D*nny's.
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Yeah, it was a whole thing. Whisper shot the scientist guy down and Ryuki shot him. Uh, and... yeah. D*nny's exploded.
[she can't seem to stay still, stretching out and curling her legs back in.]
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[ proud of you, Ryuki. He hopes the murder gave the guy a confidence boost he sorely needs ]
Did... any of the clones manage to escape?
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she rubs at her neck.]
I don't know, I didn't see any. I think they all got, um. Destroyed. [...] Killed.
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[ It's news that supposed to be a relief, but he still sounds kind of bummed about it ]
I guess I was hoping otherwise. Not everybody killed. Axel refused to kill me.
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[hm. maybe axel doesn't suck, she thinks.]
Did you want him to? [she rubs at her wrists absently, at the joints.]
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That's... [ yes? no? did he want Axel to? that's not really the question he was asking himself at the time ]
...I expected him to. I mean, that's the logical thing to do, isn't it? Destroy the monster before it can come back and bite you in the ass.
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... Yeah. [that seems like it's a loaded statement for her, and she has to sit up again, curling her knees to her chest.] Stab it through the heart for glory. Be a hero for killing anything that's different.
[she starts ripping the grass up out of the ground, just to have something to do with her hands.]
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[ That's a lot of how he feels about it too, except in his case, it isn't glory. It's necessity. You kill what's different because they're a threat— you kill them before they can become a threat— and the line only gets more and more blurred from there. ]
It's not like I can't see where they're coming from, but man... [ it's a pain having to behave!! ]
Being killed just 'cause you're out having a little fun [ smashing buildings and setting things on fire ] It sucks.
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it's not like i can't see where they're coming from. she pulls her knees in more tightly.]
Are people scared of you, where you're from?
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[ He looks a little surprised at the question, something he would've thought was obvious. He might look like a little kid, but honestly? it'd be better if more people were scared of him. They'd have good reason to, anyways. ]
I'm an evil spirit of a murderer, after all.
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They're scared of me, too. [...] I wouldn't call you evil, though.
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"Spirit of a murderer" kind of implies "evil"...
[ like, he's not proud of it and doesn't like people knowing. but it is still a thing. ]
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Evil to me means there's nothing redeemable. [obviously she doesn't know if he's murdered like a bazillion people or whatever but he's been nice to her, so she doesn't really care all that much.]
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It's not like I'm trying to redeem myself or anything... but don't you think that definition is a little too lenient?
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Nah. Not saying you have to redeem yourself, either, just that I like you and I don't really care if you suck morals-wise.
[she's stretching again, but in a very ginger sort of way, trying not to wince.]
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My morals aren't that bad... [ but they are and he knows it, so it's less than half-hearted ] But that's good. Murder isn't something you can redeem yourself for anyways.
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What's wrong?
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[she just simply does not think killing a person is a bad thing unless she liked that person and then you're the worst, probably. she's too old to be a good person.]
... I'm all wrong. [she says, after a second. closing her eyes.] I've been stuck for three days and it's - bad, it's unbearable.
[she is reaching a Limit]
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It takes him a moment to fit pieces together, the fact that it's been three days that their powers got switched around, that Nimona's was a part of how she was back home, and now that's been changed completely. It's like when Hanako first got here and found that he had to breathe and eat and sleep— it was disconcerting, but at least it was how he used to be, however long ago. ]
...I wish I knew how to give it back to you. [ maybe if he kills Danny. that's starting to sound like a better and better idea. ]
Does anything make it better? Is there anything I can do to make it better?
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A couple people have offered to turn me into stuff. Like animals. With the Wonderballs. [she says, wrapping her arms around herself again.] It just feels weird to ask them to do it.
[owing people sucks.]
I wish I could fix it but I can't and I'm, like, I'm itchy, on the inside, I feel like I want to turn myself inside out. This can't last more than a week. It can't.
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He stands up, abruptly. ]
I'll do something about it.
[ That "something" is murdering Danny right here and now ]
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What? Like what?
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