[Because Namur is a hell of a lot more tolerant than Ted.]
[He facepalms with a groan.]
Ted, y' schoolie idiot! An' someone put out a flippin' three star bounty on y' at the same time that damn thing come out! Didja wanna get thrown in the slammer?
[Yeah, Namur will tolerate all kinds of evil. Not on this
vigilante's watch!]
No. [He answers the rhetorical question with perfect
innocence.] At least not for these reasons. Three, eh? That's not
bad. That's the worst the Beacon Board gets, certainly. Ha, goodness Namur,
if I didn't know better I'd say you cared for my well-being.
All right. [Careful with that sarcasm, Namur, he's read a love poem
or two.] Hmm, good question. Well, bounty hunting would comprise
the majority of "the vigilante"s activity. What's to stop me, or rather,
someone I know, from collecting it?
Heh, I wasn't aware you could reserve such things! Yes, I've spoken with
him once. Odd person; I've seen his network post too. I didn't think he
cared for any crime besides the numinous. He might believe me to be a
spirit. Well, whatever his pretensions, he can't lay claim to anything if,
say, you get to me first.
Eheh, no I'm sure I can prove authenticity in other ways...
I'm sure this Joseph person means well. Let's find him and end his goose
chase as swiftly and sanely as possible, then simply drop me off at the
police station. Once the money--whose source must be from some
scoundrel--changes hands, all that need happen is for me to quietly make my
escape. Shouldn't be too much trouble. Thus, my name will be cleared,
Joseph will leave Everglade in one piece, and we'll be a star-and-a-half
richer. The extra notoriety of being an escaped convict, or something like
it...that wouldn't be too terrible, eh?
For even thinking that'd I'd ever do something like what the paper
described. It's impossible, both physically: Invisible blades, snapping
bones clean off, disappearing acts with bloodied corpses, and so on. But
also spiritually. Do you truly think so little of me that you didn't write
it straight off as an evil I could never commit? You know me better than
that, I hope. You ought to have had more faith.
[Was that why the story gained traction? It seemed ridiculous and
utterly convenient to him. Anonymously submitted, left without any evidence
or persons to follow up on. Suppose when one believes in marvels, as
Genessia will persuade, they'll believe anything, no matter how
insane.]
Even so, I'm terribly wounded that you think I'd stoop so low. Come on, say
it. [He didn't sound too wounded, but it's the principle of the
matter.]
Also, forget what I said about keeping the truth of the matter to yourself.
If conscience compels you to try your hand at debunking, by all means. But
for a lie, it seems a singularly helpful one, drawing all sorts of
altruists to the city itself. Tactically speaking, it seems like a blessing.
Sometimes a man's ideals'll make 'im do some pretty nasty shit if he ain't flexible 'bout 'em when it comes t' others. Somethin' 'bout y' smells funny, Schoolie Boy, an' the last time I overlooked someone smellin' a li'l off, my family an' all our allies got drug int' a war we didn't win.
[It's clear those last three words are hard for him to spit out. There's desolation in them, grief to fill an ocean. Namur swallows before his voice can get any thicker, and changes the subject.]
[He couldn't help but smile a little for every uttered "Schoolie".
But it was only a little; he's still hurt Namur doesn't trust him. He's
being pretty darn difficult over something as simple as 'I'm
sorry.']
You're prepared to condemn me over smells and "sometimes"? Last I checked
you were none too fond of prejudice. I'd think a hostis humani
generis, or pirate, would at least extend the benefit of the doubt.
[Ted does catch the sorrow behind those words.] Is
that...something you'd like to talk about? [That made Ted feel
better 90% of the time.]
Not particularly; I do wish people would be more particular about their
vague omens. By all means, tell me your predictions and why, in as much
detail as you can.
Ain't condemnin'. Jus' don't know what yer capable a doin', how far yer willin' t' go t' see yer dream made reality. 'S why I asked y', private like.
[Namur gives him a pointed look, then rubs his fingers over the modified 8 tattoo on his neck, thoughtful.]
Ehhh how t' put it. Right now, Everglade's a place where people that hunt other people ain't gotta hide it. Can walk 'round with their teeth out, cuz everbody understands that when y' go t' Everglade, there's probly someone there's gonna try t' eatcha. Anyone walkin' in goes in knowin' they could be prey- even me, a'ight? An' that ain't a thing I say lightly. 'S out in the open in Everglade, an' it stays in Everglade. People in Nova ain't worried 'bout werewolves startin' a pack war. Attleton ain't worried 'bout poltergeists. Genessia ain't flippin' its collective shit 'bout vampires. Sure, they all got problems. But most a the time the hardest question someone's gotta ask theirselves is am I gonna give up my wallet t' some punk tryna mug me? It ain't am I gonna be someone's lunch if I take the late train home? Put too much pressure on the hunters in Everglade, though, an' they'll look for better currents- uh. Greener pastures, think humans like t' say? An' they'll get craftier. Start havin' hauntin's in Fayren. Vampires sneakin' 'round the back doors in Attleton, shit like that. Suddenly, it ain't jus' Everglade where folk're scared t' go out after sundown, 's everywhere. Though probly there's some folk that'd like that, so I'unno. Depends on what yer goin' for, I guess.
[He groaned.] Well you can cross 'poetic torture' off the
list.
[He considers Namur's theory. Honestly he's more surprised that
Namur theorized at all. He thought he'd be match the brutish thug
stereotype, but this level of forethought comes as a bit of a shock. Must
be that big fish head of his.]
You know, Everglade wasn't always this bad. It used to be somewhat
civilized, like everywhere else. Goodness, I doubt it's as bad as you're
describing now; assaults like that are still rare. And I've never known
any city's problems to...cross-pollinate like that, though if they did it
wouldn't be all bad. At least if it happened elsewhere, there'd be some
justice. Who knows, maybe if they leaked a little, the other cities might
rebuke their wayward sibling. Nonetheless, I'm flattered you think I could
achieve something that profound. And to think I was worried about doing too
little! Does it ever seem as if this vigilante character is a boogieman
for everyone to project their fears on? Everglade couldn't ask for a better
symbol, superstitious saps that they are.
Well, I'm afraid we'll have to make the boogieman a little more definite.
Let's thwart Joseph at evening and meet at the Rusty Nail, all right?
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-29 12:10 am (UTC)[He facepalms with a groan.]
Ted, y' schoolie idiot! An' someone put out a flippin' three star bounty on y' at the same time that damn thing come out! Didja wanna get thrown in the slammer?
Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-29 12:55 am (UTC)[Yeah, Namur will tolerate all kinds of evil. Not on this vigilante's watch!]
No. [He answers the rhetorical question with perfect innocence.] At least not for these reasons. Three, eh? That's not bad. That's the worst the Beacon Board gets, certainly. Ha, goodness Namur, if I didn't know better I'd say you cared for my well-being.
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-29 01:01 am (UTC)Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-29 01:03 am (UTC)All right. [Careful with that sarcasm, Namur, he's read a love poem or two.] Hmm, good question. Well, bounty hunting would comprise the majority of "the vigilante"s activity. What's to stop me, or rather, someone I know, from collecting it?
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 12:54 am (UTC)[Namur narrows his eyes, then laughs.]
Too bad some other asshole already claimed it. Know this Joseph guy?
Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 01:39 am (UTC)[Uh, no, he'll make it lovely as heaven!]
Heh, I wasn't aware you could reserve such things! Yes, I've spoken with him once. Odd person; I've seen his network post too. I didn't think he cared for any crime besides the numinous. He might believe me to be a spirit. Well, whatever his pretensions, he can't lay claim to anything if, say, you get to me first.
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 02:52 am (UTC)[He shrugs.]
Want me t' rough y' up some, make it look good?
Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 02:57 am (UTC)Eheh, no I'm sure I can prove authenticity in other ways...
I'm sure this Joseph person means well. Let's find him and end his goose chase as swiftly and sanely as possible, then simply drop me off at the police station. Once the money--whose source must be from some scoundrel--changes hands, all that need happen is for me to quietly make my escape. Shouldn't be too much trouble. Thus, my name will be cleared, Joseph will leave Everglade in one piece, and we'll be a star-and-a-half richer. The extra notoriety of being an escaped convict, or something like it...that wouldn't be too terrible, eh?
Oh, and before I forget: you owe me an apology.
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 03:24 am (UTC)Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 03:34 am (UTC)For even thinking that'd I'd ever do something like what the paper described. It's impossible, both physically: Invisible blades, snapping bones clean off, disappearing acts with bloodied corpses, and so on. But also spiritually. Do you truly think so little of me that you didn't write it straight off as an evil I could never commit? You know me better than that, I hope. You ought to have had more faith.
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 05:59 am (UTC)Let's jus' say I seen some shit in my day, an' there's reasons I thought that ol' story coulda held water.
Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 11:48 am (UTC)[Was that why the story gained traction? It seemed ridiculous and utterly convenient to him. Anonymously submitted, left without any evidence or persons to follow up on. Suppose when one believes in marvels, as Genessia will persuade, they'll believe anything, no matter how insane.]
Even so, I'm terribly wounded that you think I'd stoop so low. Come on, say it. [He didn't sound too wounded, but it's the principle of the matter.]
Also, forget what I said about keeping the truth of the matter to yourself. If conscience compels you to try your hand at debunking, by all means. But for a lie, it seems a singularly helpful one, drawing all sorts of altruists to the city itself. Tactically speaking, it seems like a blessing.
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 02:10 pm (UTC)[It's clear those last three words are hard for him to spit out. There's desolation in them, grief to fill an ocean. Namur swallows before his voice can get any thicker, and changes the subject.]
Yer gonna make shit worse, y' know that, right?
Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-30 04:29 pm (UTC)[He couldn't help but smile a little for every uttered "Schoolie". But it was only a little; he's still hurt Namur doesn't trust him. He's being pretty darn difficult over something as simple as 'I'm sorry.']
You're prepared to condemn me over smells and "sometimes"? Last I checked you were none too fond of prejudice. I'd think a hostis humani generis, or pirate, would at least extend the benefit of the doubt.
[Ted does catch the sorrow behind those words.] Is that...something you'd like to talk about? [That made Ted feel better 90% of the time.]
Not particularly; I do wish people would be more particular about their vague omens. By all means, tell me your predictions and why, in as much detail as you can.
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-31 09:09 pm (UTC)[Namur gives him a pointed look, then rubs his fingers over the modified 8 tattoo on his neck, thoughtful.]
Ehhh how t' put it. Right now, Everglade's a place where people that hunt other people ain't gotta hide it. Can walk 'round with their teeth out, cuz everbody understands that when y' go t' Everglade, there's probly someone there's gonna try t' eatcha. Anyone walkin' in goes in knowin' they could be prey- even me, a'ight? An' that ain't a thing I say lightly. 'S out in the open in Everglade, an' it stays in Everglade. People in Nova ain't worried 'bout werewolves startin' a pack war. Attleton ain't worried 'bout poltergeists. Genessia ain't flippin' its collective shit 'bout vampires. Sure, they all got problems. But most a the time the hardest question someone's gotta ask theirselves is am I gonna give up my wallet t' some punk tryna mug me? It ain't am I gonna be someone's lunch if I take the late train home? Put too much pressure on the hunters in Everglade, though, an' they'll look for better currents- uh. Greener pastures, think humans like t' say? An' they'll get craftier. Start havin' hauntin's in Fayren. Vampires sneakin' 'round the back doors in Attleton, shit like that. Suddenly, it ain't jus' Everglade where folk're scared t' go out after sundown, 's everywhere. Though probly there's some folk that'd like that, so I'unno. Depends on what yer goin' for, I guess.
Re: [Video]
Date: 2016-08-31 10:43 pm (UTC)[He groaned.] Well you can cross 'poetic torture' off the list.
[He considers Namur's theory. Honestly he's more surprised that Namur theorized at all. He thought he'd be match the brutish thug stereotype, but this level of forethought comes as a bit of a shock. Must be that big fish head of his.]
You know, Everglade wasn't always this bad. It used to be somewhat civilized, like everywhere else. Goodness, I doubt it's as bad as you're describing now; assaults like that are still rare. And I've never known any city's problems to...cross-pollinate like that, though if they did it wouldn't be all bad. At least if it happened elsewhere, there'd be some justice. Who knows, maybe if they leaked a little, the other cities might rebuke their wayward sibling. Nonetheless, I'm flattered you think I could achieve something that profound. And to think I was worried about doing too little! Does it ever seem as if this vigilante character is a boogieman for everyone to project their fears on? Everglade couldn't ask for a better symbol, superstitious saps that they are.
Well, I'm afraid we'll have to make the boogieman a little more definite. Let's thwart Joseph at evening and meet at the Rusty Nail, all right?
[Video]
Date: 2016-08-31 11:31 pm (UTC)[Namur chuckles, darkly.]
Smell y' then!