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I'm not close I'm not safe
Characters: Kaine and OPEN
Date: December 23rd
Location: Brazen Turtle; Various
Situation: Kaine has an empty nest. Clearly this means there is something wrong with him as a person.
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 to be safe (Kaine has a filthy mouth)
Option A (Kaine):
[Kaine sat at the bar of Brazen Turtle, staring at his beer. He didn't know why he was as bothered by Peter leaving as he was. After all, how many times had he threatened to kick Peter out? He didn't even particularly like the smaller version of Peter Parker. All his presence did was remind him that there were more idealistic idiots out there than even the Peter he was familiar with. The kid was nothing but a nuisance, constantly butting into his business and forcing him to do things he didn't want to do. How could this kid, this boy who didn't know the first thing about him (by design), mean anything to him?
He had spent his entire life alone; he had always preferred that to the company of anyone. There was no one in the world--in the universe, he supposed--that was like him. They all had souls and families and relationships. He was a human shell hiding a monster within a monster. Miles Warren, his father, had put him on his destructive path by creating him, but Kaine was fully aware that he was the instrument of his own destruction. His own actions through the years had insured that he could never join society the way that Ben had tried, no matter what he did in an attempt to atone. Kaine knew this... he embraced it. So why was it bothering him now, all thanks to a kid he didn't particularly like?
Aracely. Peter reminded him of Aracely. That was the only thing he could think of. And he didn't particularly like her either. She was just someone who needed help, and he was the unlucky sap who got saddled with her. If he had left her, she would have just gotten killed... in any of those times he had gone back to save her. She was just a child. She deserved a second chance. Peter deserved a second chance.
Kaine downed the rest of his drink, knowing full well that it will probably come to bite him in his low tolerant ass later.]
Option B (Scarlet Spider):
[Kaine needed something to punch. It didn't matter what or who, so long as it had a face that he could connect with his fist. He had no recollection of putting the costume on, or leaving his suite for that matter, only swinging through the air throughout Keeliai, looking for someone relatively out of place. He was a man on a mission, one who wouldn't be satisfied until he was able to take his frustration out on someone who looked like they might deserve it, preferably someone of the criminal persuasion.]
Date: December 23rd
Location: Brazen Turtle; Various
Situation: Kaine has an empty nest. Clearly this means there is something wrong with him as a person.
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 to be safe (Kaine has a filthy mouth)
Option A (Kaine):
[Kaine sat at the bar of Brazen Turtle, staring at his beer. He didn't know why he was as bothered by Peter leaving as he was. After all, how many times had he threatened to kick Peter out? He didn't even particularly like the smaller version of Peter Parker. All his presence did was remind him that there were more idealistic idiots out there than even the Peter he was familiar with. The kid was nothing but a nuisance, constantly butting into his business and forcing him to do things he didn't want to do. How could this kid, this boy who didn't know the first thing about him (by design), mean anything to him?
He had spent his entire life alone; he had always preferred that to the company of anyone. There was no one in the world--in the universe, he supposed--that was like him. They all had souls and families and relationships. He was a human shell hiding a monster within a monster. Miles Warren, his father, had put him on his destructive path by creating him, but Kaine was fully aware that he was the instrument of his own destruction. His own actions through the years had insured that he could never join society the way that Ben had tried, no matter what he did in an attempt to atone. Kaine knew this... he embraced it. So why was it bothering him now, all thanks to a kid he didn't particularly like?
Aracely. Peter reminded him of Aracely. That was the only thing he could think of. And he didn't particularly like her either. She was just someone who needed help, and he was the unlucky sap who got saddled with her. If he had left her, she would have just gotten killed... in any of those times he had gone back to save her. She was just a child. She deserved a second chance. Peter deserved a second chance.
Kaine downed the rest of his drink, knowing full well that it will probably come to bite him in his low tolerant ass later.]
Option B (Scarlet Spider):
[Kaine needed something to punch. It didn't matter what or who, so long as it had a face that he could connect with his fist. He had no recollection of putting the costume on, or leaving his suite for that matter, only swinging through the air throughout Keeliai, looking for someone relatively out of place. He was a man on a mission, one who wouldn't be satisfied until he was able to take his frustration out on someone who looked like they might deserve it, preferably someone of the criminal persuasion.]
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[She snorts into her drink.] And I said I was bored, not stupid. Why do it myself when there's obvious some asshole out there willing to do it for me?
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[Guess who's usually "that asshole."] I don't think you're going to find anyone stupid enough on this turtle.
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With all the damn heroes strutting around and throwing their weight, you'd think this would be solved already. Instead they make it harder to get things done. [She tries not to sound so bitter, really.]
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That's because they're so full of themselves they keep thinking no one will do anything while they're around. [She rolls her eyes.] Almost as annoying as their double standards on what laws they can break but no one else can. Arrogant hypocrites, the lot of them.
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I'm not saying kill them all... [Takes his beer from the bartender.] but some people aren't worth second chances.
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[She finishes off her drink and pushes the glass toward the bartender.] Couldn't they get anything stronger around here?
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[Looks down at his drink.] Even if they did I couldn't have it. Not if I wanted to walk out of here and not become acquainted with the floor. [Damn you, Peter.]
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I pity the heroes who actually buy into all of the justice for all and peace on earth crap. They're setting themselves up for failure and a lot more dead bodies on their hands. What good do they even think they're doing?
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Because they're apparently hardwired to do the right thing. [As he's now learning.] And they can't fight it, even if they want to.
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Heh, they arrested Lex Luthor more times than there are holidays and that sure worked out great for them.
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[Looks over at her.] I have no idea who that is.
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[And helping fund secret government organizations.] He's not even the worst of it. There's this Guy in Gotham called the Joker. So fucking crazy they don't even bother giving him a trial anymore, probably. They just throw him back in this asylum every time. And when he gets out and blows things up or kills a bunch of people? Batman catches him and throws him back in again. Been going on for years.
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Except she gets fun toys from Cadmus.]
Truth is, I think they need those monsters. What's a hero without someone to save the world from? If they don't have someone to fight, we don't need their masked faces running around telling us what's best for us.
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[She takes another drink and then licks her lips to catch a stray drop.]
Back home, my job was amputating the dead limbs and cauterizing the wounds.
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Which sounds like what you were doing.
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[Sorry but she's never going to believe that superheroes actually do any good when most of the time they just cause problems.] The big difference between them and me? I actually had the government on my side and they were the ones holding a huge beam cannon floating over the heads of every person on the planet. Biggest threat the earth ever had was an army of super humans living above us.
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Think about it--that's the same damn logic as them, only you have the US government on your side. Congratulations, you were backed by the group more corrupt than superheroes are idealistic. [Takes a drink.]
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The world is what it is, but that can't see it. I'm not a fan of the blind leading the idealistic.
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And I think you mean the idealistic leading the blind. Either way, you're giving the heroes too much credit.
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You're the first person to ever tell me I give them too much credit. [Usually she has people insisting she's wrong and needs to give them more credit for what they do.] Besides, I wouldn't exist if the government didn't care about doing the "right" thing. Just so happens for them that's protecting the citizens who pay their salaries. A win-win.
[She says it flippantly, a bit of a slip of the tongue almost, to the point she doesn't even notice.]
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