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[candidly]

[ oh look. gwen's inside a blanket fort she built in the corner of the living room. she's nomming on some marshmallows and she's got her homework next to her. ]

Have you ever done something that you haven't since you were a kid, just for kicks, and found out it's just as awesome as it was when you were five? 'Cause I'm totally having one of those moments right now and I gotta say, if you haven't built a blanket fort in the past five years? You should definitely do it again.

[ there's a pause and she looks around. ]

Extra credit if you can get it to cover your entire living room. I wonder if we've got enough blankets for that...

[ the feed clicks off as gwen gets up, presumably in search of more pillows and blankets. ]

Comments

[glowsferatu]

[ humans always seemed to react that way to the news. she takes out her compact to give herself something else to look at, her glow increasing a fraction ]

As I said, he was not undeserving. I had at least ensured that my own death would be the last he was responsible for.

[candidly]

But you're like... twelve!! Why are you killing people with chainsaws, you're just a kid!

[glowsferatu]

Hardly! [ huffs so indignantly!! ] My seventh sweep is dawning in the very near future, and even by your reckoning I'll be fifteen before that.

I shouldn't have to kill anyone with a chainsaw were it not for the fact that I've been placed in situations which required my killing someone with a chainsaw. That's really not something I can help!

[candidly]

You're not even a frosh, Kanaya. You're totally a kid still.

And a chainsaw? Isn't that a little, you know, grisly?

[glowsferatu]

And just what is a frosh that I should be so concerned with lack the distinction?

[ she closes the compact which she hasn't even been looking at anyway and puts it away out of frame. ] I used what I had in my possession. Its purpose was not originally as a weapon, a least not exclusively, but it certainly proved effective once it was redirected to that purpose.

[candidly]

A freshman. A frosh is a freshman.

Why are you so blasé about this?

[glowsferatu]

I don't see much point in being so broken up about it. Would you prefer I weep with remorse?

It was hardly so terrible as what preceded it.

[candidly]

... Do I want to know what happened first?

[glowsferatu]

[ wow why did she saying anything, this is the last thing she wanted to get into ]

Probably not.

Suffice it to say that my kind are hardly so squeamish when it is decided that a murderer must be dealt with, especially following his execution of a genocide. Whatever superiority of his caste be damned.

[candidly]

Superiority of his caste?

[glowsferatu]

Stupid Alternian things. Hemospectral social order and things of such sort. It doesn't really matter anymore.

[candidly]

Hemo what now?

[glowsferatu]

Our society was structured into varying rungs according to blood color. And yes, if I can be allowed to answer your inquiry before it is voiced, my species has much greater variegation than your singular hue.

[candidly]

So what makes your blood different colors? Do you know?

[glowsferatu]

Differing pigments, I imagine. At times correlating with other qualities that may be common to the caste, but whether one is perpetuated by the other or something else entirely gives cause to both, I couldn't say.

I could demonstrate, if you like.