Eva Iden'no (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mtsilver_conquor) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
voidtreckernet2021-05-27 11:03 am
mtsilver_conquor) wrote in voidtreckernet2021-05-27 11:03 am
Entry tags:
Llama 13 - [Audio]
(OOC: Threads arising from this question may contain some unpleasant aspects of Eva's world re: mewtwo/s, including how they were created and how they're seen. Eva'll take any actual talk of it off the ICP.)
A question, if you will. [Eva is nowhere near as calm as she tries to sound, and it becomes clearer as she speaks. She's also recording all of this on Roro for later playback.]
Say... Say you know someone. You call them a good person, someone who always helps and tries to do the right thing. Yet, they've also protected a creature... no, a person your society and culture deems a kill-on-sight threat, for very good reasons. It's not the right thing to do by society, and it means... means they'll be branded a Traitor to be executed if anyone ever finds out. [A breath -you wouldn't be wrong if you get the feeling this is personal for her, because, it is. ] But they feel it's the right thing to do because the person is a person and worse yet, the equivalent of a child. So they do. They protect the person, even knowing they've signed their death warrant.
What... What you do if you found out? Would... would you condemn them? Or would you... would you agree with them?
Ah... and um. For those that saw that illusion, the one with the kids -my sisters-, can... Can I talk to you? Privately?
A question, if you will. [Eva is nowhere near as calm as she tries to sound, and it becomes clearer as she speaks. She's also recording all of this on Roro for later playback.]
Say... Say you know someone. You call them a good person, someone who always helps and tries to do the right thing. Yet, they've also protected a creature... no, a person your society and culture deems a kill-on-sight threat, for very good reasons. It's not the right thing to do by society, and it means... means they'll be branded a Traitor to be executed if anyone ever finds out. [A breath -you wouldn't be wrong if you get the feeling this is personal for her, because, it is. ] But they feel it's the right thing to do because the person is a person and worse yet, the equivalent of a child. So they do. They protect the person, even knowing they've signed their death warrant.
What... What you do if you found out? Would... would you condemn them? Or would you... would you agree with them?
Ah... and um. For those that saw that illusion, the one with the kids -my sisters-, can... Can I talk to you? Privately?
no subject
Of the life and lies she's carried on her shoulders.]
Maybe. Or maybe it's how life is.
[And then her gaze is sharp. Critical and seeking clarification before she makes a call on if Jou is someone to be wary of, or someone who might, just maybe, be an ally.]
... What did you see, Seer?
no subject
Give it a cent'ry or so b'fore y', and people were saying what you did, for things that were worse, y'know. [It is, what it is. The cycle continues, but for different things.]
Life might be somethin', sure- an' we might not be th' ones to change it, but th' point is you're not alone. Not righ' now.
[Hands in his pockets, he stands a bit straighter, and perhaps even shrugs.] You heard me, an' what I said. I saw a kid- scared, confused, hands full 'f somethin' way too big f'r her.
I saw her make a choice, an' y'know what? I'd say she made th' right one, ev'n if it was th' hard one.
[Sometimes the most 'correct' answers are the hardest ones to pull off, as it is.]
no subject
Still, she's silent as she considers his words. She's not alone here; she's known it for... a while. Maybe. She has had nightmares, two of which woke her cabinmates at least, so... So his words are true in many respects.
Yet... yet... yet the fear, the deep-seated paranoia that's kept her alive until now says it's false, that eventually, something will give, that someone from home will come and she will be executed as befits a Traitor like her (after all, she's guilty of the crime and thoroughly unrepentant at that). That lowering her guard and allowing this hope-of-allies in is a Very Bad Idea.
The realist in her wins out as she stares at Jounouchi-] So...
[Her breath hitches -At least Satoru's not implicated in this, thank Fate- and she can't breathe, yet still manages to force the words out.]
Y-you saw the moment I realised.
[It has to be that, with the way he's talking. It can't be anything else.
Her chest is tight and blood cold and icy, ghost-cold fingers grip her spine. She still, she smiles in the panic's face and denies fear's voice as they clamour to escape the box she's shoved her emotions in.]
What will you do with this knowledge should another from Arkea show up?
no subject
The smile fades however, and at Eva's question he even frowns.] Seein' as it's a serious deal, an' it's yer business, obviously my lips are sealed on it. It ain't my place t' go spreading that around, [he remarks seriously.] But...
[...But...] ...If someone did find out, [he starts, Red Eyes managing to pick an excellent time to start rising up to loom behind Katsuya,] Well...
I talked back t' Gods b'fore I had Red-Eyes at my back, [he ultimately says with a smirk.] An' hell, I was in a gang f'r a bit on top of that...
...So I'd trade a few words~ Ain't like it'd be impossible t' follow 'm home, far as they know~! [Which means it's absolutely a bluff, but it's the sentiment of it all that counts. Red Eyes, his scales far more real seeming than anything Katsuya's pokemon have ever given, size ever apparent in the train where only his head, neck, and the barest of his shoulders can appear outside of the depths of the shadow, is perhaps only there for the dramatics.
...
Though it's probably effective, at least.]
no subject
[It's all she can say, really. She's trying to trust him.
It's hard. It's terrifying. It's one thing to know that others are aware of some details, but it's a whole other beast when it's a Seer that Knows. It's... good to know that Red Eyes is there, that the creature is a dragon. Has red eyes. It could be taken as a dark-type and she's aware of how uncomfortable the type can make people.
She offers a smile, still brittle but not as practised. It's real; or as real as she can get it right now.]
Okay.
no subject
[He won't pry, or try to keep conversation going. He just nods, and stands there.]
...you gonna be okay? [He offers, less as a genuine question, and more as an offer for whatever she needs.]
no subject
[Hard. The options opening up now aren't things she's ever had to consider before, and now she can...
Eva's not sure what to do other than what she's always done: one step in front of the other as she looks ahead and believes that what she's doing is the right thing. As much as she hates fate and how it jerks her around and pushes her into things she'd rather not have done, she is its plaything.
And it likes her alive.]
I'm fine, really. Thanks.
no subject
[He's not really sure what the best options for...necessary coping is, on a train if he's honest. Actually he might not know the best ideas for it anywhere, but he's trying.]