Seel har Parasiel (
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hadriel2017-08-18 06:04 pm
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[Seel did not look amused. His almond eyes were narrowed, and while his androgynous looks might be beautiful, right now he looked positively bitchy. It had taken him a few days to recover himself after his murder and subsequent resurrection. He wasn't all there yet, it would take time. But he was well enough that he could put on a good front. Seel had a lot of practice after all.]
I didn't think I'd ever have to say this. But at least one of you have proven yourself to be so unpredictable and downright moronic that it deserves to be said.
Don't drink my blood. Don't touch my blood. That goes for Calanthe and Pellaz as well. It's a caustic poison and if you ingest it or inject it, you'll either die horribly or transform. We're not human.
Find yourself another snack or another way to satisfy your sick urges.
And I promise, any of you having similar thoughts, it won't be so easy.
[Seel repositions himself, folding his hands together to keep himself from fidgeting. He really wanted a fucking cigarette.]
Now, who around here would be the leading the Guard? As far as I can tell you are incompetent at best and willingly corrupt at worst. It was my understanding that you were supposed to keep law and order and protect the individuals here and those who cannot defend themselves.Clearly, your methods are not working. I suggest you find me before I have to go find you. At least make yourself look willing to change and accept help.
I didn't think I'd ever have to say this. But at least one of you have proven yourself to be so unpredictable and downright moronic that it deserves to be said.
Don't drink my blood. Don't touch my blood. That goes for Calanthe and Pellaz as well. It's a caustic poison and if you ingest it or inject it, you'll either die horribly or transform. We're not human.
Find yourself another snack or another way to satisfy your sick urges.
And I promise, any of you having similar thoughts, it won't be so easy.
[Seel repositions himself, folding his hands together to keep himself from fidgeting. He really wanted a fucking cigarette.]
Now, who around here would be the leading the Guard? As far as I can tell you are incompetent at best and willingly corrupt at worst. It was my understanding that you were supposed to keep law and order and protect the individuals here and those who cannot defend themselves.Clearly, your methods are not working. I suggest you find me before I have to go find you. At least make yourself look willing to change and accept help.
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Closer to the second thing.
But it's not literally a gun.
It's complicated.
We can meet if you want to?
I'll let you pick where but I don't know my way around yet so
I might get lost.
Just a fair warning.
[What was that about not being helpless???]
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[Sorry Michael, Seel was having second thoughts about all this. He was a strong believer in 'if you want something right, you have to do it yourself' and this guy? Well, he wasn't coming through as really able.]
What's your name again?
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Not necessarily.
And navigating the city isn't the same as
you know
helping potentially kill someone.
[Michael realizes he is losing Seel here. Which... is unfortunate, but he's also starting to think maybe he could just do this on his own. The only problem is, he's never seen who he might be looking for. And that description isn't enough to go on.]
It's Michael.
And uh
even if you decide that I'm useless,
this conversation stays between us, right?
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Your secret is safe.
I'm Seel har Parasiel.
[Seel sighs and stares at the text message. Dammit.]
Fine. Why don't you meet me for a drink, if you think you can find the place. Do you know where the damn speakeasy is?
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I do actually.
[Thanks Carlisle.]
I think I can manage that one.
What time?
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How's eight?
[Maybe that will give him some time to get lost and find his way back again. Although he actually seemed sure about this location. Good.]
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[He wouldn't admit it, but Michael's also glad this gives him time to get lost- just in case. Somehow, he manages not to, even though he almost rather would. He can't entirely believe he's doing this, but it's probably too late for that.
When he finds the speakeasy, he hesitates outside for a moment. What if it's busy? But then, how busy could it be? He enters, but kind of lingers by the door a bit, trying to spot Seel and feeling really out of place.]
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Uh, hey. Seel, right? [He's pretty sure he'd butcher the rest of the name, so that gets left out.]
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Correct. Michael I assume?
[Because human male. It didn't take a great detective to put the facts together.]
So. You want to help. Why?
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Well, I'm not interested in helping unless you're actually going with the revenge option. Or, you know. The murder-revenge. I'm not interested in torture.
[He has no idea Seel's actually considered that, though he can see the appeal of it, maybe, if someone murdered him. But that's not what Michael's here for.
Now comes the hard part. He's decided that if this is going to work, he's got to let go of at least some of his secrets. Some.]
This isn't going to make sense to you, and I don't expect it to, but it's kind of like... when people make sacrifices, to appease gods, or something. It's a little like that.
[There are actual gods running around here, maybe Seel will understand.]
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Murder is problematic. He'll just come back.
[And then Seel would have to find him again. But at the very least, he might not be har anymore.]
Explain to me what you mean.
[Seel had a strange inkling, but all Michael conjured in him was the puppet strings that were wrapped around his friend Pell, how those same strings had pulled the trigger on a gun, even if it hadn't been held by those who pulled them. But he doubted that was the same thing. It was still a sacrifice though. To a god? Well, his god.]
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The gods aren't choosy about who they bring back? I'm not sure it matters. For my purposes, anyway. I'm guessing you mean you won't be satisfied by that?
[That's fine by Michael though. Having an infinitely respawning killer just means an endless supply of food for the Visitor. Or maybe it'll move on to a new target after the first time? He can't exactly ask it.]
I'll... try to explain. But it's going to sound kind of crazy, okay? [More like a lot of crazy. Michael glances around to make sure no one else is within earshot. Moment of truth. He's having second thoughts, but he figures the worst that can happen is that Seel thinks he's off his rocker. Which will still suck, a lot, but what's Seel going to do about it? Seel doesn't trust the Guard, he said as much. He won't report this.]
There's something living in my head, kind of, and I have to feed it. Only, it has a very particular diet, if you get my meaning. [This is like the worst explanation ever. Oops.] I figure if it's gotta be somebody, it might as well be the worst somebody. It kind of has a taste for killers anyway.
I guess this amounts to me being here for selfish reasons, sorry, but... it really can be useful.
[Please don't react badly, please don't react badly-]
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[Seel took a drink, because it gave him something to do and after all he'd been through, could you really blame him?]
I'm used to crazy. I've been through more crazy than you could imagine.
[And sometimes he wondered if his mind could really take it. Were there any Wraeththu out there who were first generation and sane? being transformed that way from a human was cataclysmic, especially for those unprepared. As for the Guard, no Seel won't report Michael. He doesn't trust the Guard and even if he did, there's no law against talking about magical murder.]
There's something in your head that eats sentient beings?
[Seel just wants to clarify. He seems alright with the idea.]
And how does that work exactly?
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More importantly, Seel doesn't think he's nuts. Either that or he's just very good at playing along, but perhaps naively, Michael is going to give him the benefit of the doubt.]
It's like possession, or something, but it doesn't control me. It's just really vocal about what it wants, which so far has been, well, murderers. Like I said, taste for killers.
Anyway, we pick a target first. [Enjoy that totally-not-creepy shift to a plural pronoun. And that no-longer-implied murder.] And then it's like, I don't know, some kind of sixth sense. It always knows where the target is, so long as we're close enough, but the range seems to be pretty far.
If you're asking me how it eats, well. That part's kind of literal.
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And you want your.....visitor, to eat my murderer? I'll think about it. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I'll consider your offer.
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Yeah, that's the gist of it. What did you have in mind?
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Finding a place to lock him up where he wouldn't be a problem anymore.
cw: suicide mention
You think that'll work? If he manages to, you know. Off himself. Then he might revive and you'd lose track of him again. Or what if someone else found him?
cw: torture
Honestly, I wasn't going to give him the chance to escape. It's hard to escape when you have nothing on you, nothing around you and you can't move.
[Seel was also planning on drugging him insensible, because nothing brought more curiosity than hearing someone scream for help, even if they were gagged. Torture didn't have to be physical. Sit in a room with no contact, drugged out of your mind, for days or weeks on end, that was the kind of torture Seel preferred. Or mental cruelty but he didn't know his murderer well enough to know what would hurt him.]
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So your plan is to find a place where no one else will go, and then take all his clothes and tie him up?
[Well that's... a nightmare scenario for Michael, but luckily this isn't being directed toward him. Still, he looks maybe a little uncomfortable.]
People have escaped from similar situations, but even if it does work- does this guy have friends? Is anyone going to miss him and come looking?
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That's true he could always escape. This situation isn't ideal, there isn't exactly a dungeon with guards or a jail cell I can put him in. Or a tower. [Was it Michael's imagination or did Seel smile a little at that mention?]
I have no idea if he has friends or not. If he's already killed at least one other person, I can't imagine he's made too many friendly faces. The key is to make sure they can't find him. Make him disappear.
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Well... good luck with that, if that's what you're going with.
[He folds his arms.]
I came here to help with the hunting part, not the hiding part.
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I'm not sure what I'm going with at the moment. I'm still feeling out my options. But if I need your particular....services. I'll reach out.
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[He's not feeling optimistic about this, though.
A little awkwardly, since he's not great at ending conversations, he just sort of gets up and turns to go. If Seel doesn't stop him, he'll be on his way.]