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tearmeanewone) wrote2013-09-27 07:34 pm
tearmeanewone) wrote2013-09-27 07:34 pm
quatre + voice
[Backdated to Event End...]
[Voice]
I think that was, maybe, the most haphazard experiment I've been here during. I can't even make a speculation at what the purpose of it was aside from confuse us all.
But I suppose I did meet quite a few people, so perhaps inadvertently its purpose was to remind me of that time when I thought life was much simpler. [That time when she thought no one would ever hurt her, and everything in life was new and beautiful.] And I suppose it gave me my hair back. It's as long as it was before I cut it, now. It's nice, I suppose, but does anyone here give haircuts...?
[Private to Gai - Columbia-Sponsored Unhackable]
How are you feeling? I only grazed you with the lamp, didn't I...? [UNSURE TONE IS UNSURE...]
[Voice]
I think that was, maybe, the most haphazard experiment I've been here during. I can't even make a speculation at what the purpose of it was aside from confuse us all.
But I suppose I did meet quite a few people, so perhaps inadvertently its purpose was to remind me of that time when I thought life was much simpler. [That time when she thought no one would ever hurt her, and everything in life was new and beautiful.] And I suppose it gave me my hair back. It's as long as it was before I cut it, now. It's nice, I suppose, but does anyone here give haircuts...?
[Private to Gai - Columbia-Sponsored Unhackable]
How are you feeling? I only grazed you with the lamp, didn't I...? [UNSURE TONE IS UNSURE...]
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Had you the means of escaping this prison of ours, you would have taken leave of it long ago, I presume. [He pauses, expecting her to correct him if such isn't the case.] Therefore, let us begin with something simple, shall we?
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[Someone still sounds so unsure about this process and what he could possibly want. It's true she tried to leave the second she arrived at Luceti and found herself unable to, so if he's asking if she'll try to get him out by simply trying really hard, he's going to be disappointed.]
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[It's a change on a different level entirely, in complexity if nothing else, but he sees not harm in suggesting it. It's an amusing little joke if nothing else.]
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If I could keep a tear open, I could probably bring a woman's male counterpart through, but it isn't a replacement situation with things. The coffee still exists once the tear closes, but the tea is present in the current reality.
However tea doesn't experience the repercussions that come with moving from one reality to another. Anything with a brain experiences sometimes extreme amounts of hemorrhaging and memory loss during something like that.
[...so it isn't so much the prospect of gender swap as it is Elizabeth being concerned about mechanics.
Typical.]oops, my tag should have read 'of a woman'
[Such is Zevran's legacy, it seems.]
OH WELL, I got the gist of stuff. 8Db
Wait, did you want me to turn all of the women in Luceti into men?
FINE GEEZuh
[He rests his chin in his palm after his laughter has come and gone, idly tapping his tattooed cheek with a nail while considering the screen.] Well. 'twould certainly have been interesting. [Not important, but interesting.]
FINE, YES, ALL FINE. 8[
[Oh forget it, she's completely messed this one up.]
Well you must have asked for some reason. [She sounds all ruffled now.] What woman would you want me to turn into a man?
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But, pray tell... [Pausing, he fixes the screen a sidelong look, wearing a sharp sliver of a smile that suggests that few if any answers will be well received. But his lilting voice remains mild enough.]
For what reasons do you believe I have asked?
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It isn't that I'm opposed to the idea, it's that I can't actually do it. It would be like asking me to turn a shoe into a carriage, it can't be done.
[She considers the question for a moment, starting to feel a little uneasy about the entire conversation.] Someone I know opened a tear to bring a version of herself through--she called him her 'brother', even though they were the same person. I don't know why she did it, exactly. For companionship? Who could understand you better than yourself, after all.
But what specific reason anyone would want to turn a woman into a man... I don't know. Perhaps if a man was in love with a woman, however he generally preferred men, that could be one answer. But if he was already in love I don't see why the shape of the person would matter.
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[He laughs it away, though it's soft and calm with a sort of resignation. Not sharp with disdain.]
Some shapes, perhaps, are more pleasing than others.
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I suppose that's true. I didn't know before I came here that there are people who are attracted to members of their own sex, or sometimes both. And then I suppose some people have 'types' or like blonde hair best, and so on. It seems very complicated.
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One is simply drawn to that which one is helpless but to yearn for to one’s very blood and bones. Where complication lies is when man endeavours to control these... desires by way of imposing laws that dictate what is natural and unnatural. All at once, a man who favours the flesh of his own kind may be regarded a lesser creature, and if caught, endure rather imaginative tortures at the hands of those who know best. Or be bound to the stake and set aflame until his wretched, sinful bones burn to ashes.
[It's a very different situation in Luceti, and that it is still takes him by surprise after over a year and a half of imprisonment.]
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[There is nothing quite so horrifying as that image drawn in her mind's eye. It isn't some nameless person either--it's Jack and Eugene. And perhaps having nearly lost Gai, Elizabeth is a little more raw and a little more susceptible to the images her imagination so readily supplies.]
[There are several moments of silence as Elizabeth tries to own this idea, but she ultimately can't. Her first impulse is to ask why, why such a thing was allowed to happen. But she had seen why with her own eyes--it was the same question she had asked of Booker when she'd seen three bathrooms marked Women, Men, and Colored/Irish. It was the same principle that had founded Finkton. It was the thought behind the displays in the Hall of Heroes.]
[Hate for the Other.]
[She'd hoped that things were different, believed that the fact that Jack and Eugene were married meant that things were different a hundred years later. But it was the same fight, only with different people.]
[After a stretch of a minute of silence, Elizabeth can't find anything to say.]
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He expected skepticism. He expected mockery in some form. But what he gets is the abject horror he was striving for and it is bitterly satisfying. It is brutal and it is viciously unfair and it should shake someone -- what good it might do now.]
Luceti is a curious place. Here, not only are deviants allowed to exist... but every now and again, they even think to marry. [Even three men, together. Zevran lingers in his memory. His gaze shifts to one side, lids lowering.] ...how nice. [He muses to himself.]
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Luceti is not a 'curious place', this is how it should be.
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Should. [He snarls the word, cocking his head in a sharp, twisting motion.] But we are not all so fortunate to know what it is like, even here.
[Whether 'it' refers to complete acceptance or being loved or bound by marriage, he doesn't say. All he knows is that there is still one whom has attempted to use his sexual inclinations as ammunition against him, and he will not rest until the day they shake with fear and rue any and every insult they had ever slung his way. Their feud runs deeper than that, though.]
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Had you a name, what is it you would do?
[It's not the cruel and calculating conspirator in Isaac who evenly poses the question. Not this time.]
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Like a wrench to the face.She's had experience with people who needed a bit of a world-view adjustment, and frankly, Elizabeth wasn't afraid of doling it out.]no subject
He knows the ugly, vicious thing he has become and makes little effort to hide it. But others didn't know - though most came to learn soon enough.]
How quick you are to defend one whom you know so very little about.
['tis a mistake, his lingering smile says. You shall learn to regret it.]
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[And she didn't have it in her not to throw herself up against the seemingly insurmountable. She had a self-preservation instinct, and a very good one at that, but other things muffled that instinct on occasion...]
[And while that lingering smile unnerves her a little, she isn't about to back down.]
Are you going to give me a name?
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He huffs a laugh.
One last thought is given to the possible repercussions of his actions. But with little drive to live and no means of finding permanent rest, he begins to think that it might not be all too bad this once to invite a little chaos into his life. Worst case scenario, her prying would bring hell upon his head in some manner of another, he imagines; and in the best case scenario, he would gain an unexpected ally, and in that have made a bit of headway. Acquiring respect is out of picture -- so what remains is to exact his vengeance and still his enemy’s tongue with fear. It's a dream that often seems more fanciful than anything else, and yet is nearly all that gives him reason to leave his bed and face the day when he wakes. Seeking justice is the cleaner, prettier-sounding term for it.]
If that is what the lady desires, so be it.
[He places a filter.]
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[It’s said with grim amusement. Not if but when, because he feels that certain of the outcome.] Although you may rest assured that you, my dear, shall be spared it.
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You've clearly been treated poorly by someone, but when I attempt to do something about it you imply that whatever I do will come back to haunt you.
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