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tushanshu_logs2013-12-23 05:08 pm
unobtainableredemption) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-12-23 05:08 pm
Entry tags:
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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I guess that's another difference between where you're from and where I'm from. You get indestructible genetics, I get genetics that tried to kill me from day one.
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Yeah, well, alien DNA will do that for you. Humans tend to not do so well in the cloning department. Better to stick with what they can't kill.
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We had superheroes being being turned on us and trying to take over the world. And then another one turned out to really be a traitor spying for her home planet so they could invade. Your world is seriously messed up.
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Ours spend too much time fighting each other to take over the world. They're more than happy to give control of the world to psychopaths.
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Are you serious? No wonder you think they're all idiots. Ours are organized. Too organized. Like a pack of wolves. And so you get me. I'm there to deal with them when they get out of line because we sure as hell can't trust them.
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Not me. I just want to be left alone. [Takes a drink.]
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[She can't comprehend that. Her whole life has been about training, fighting, and preparing for more fighting.]
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I'm more than ready for boring.
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[Of course her idea of doing something involved fighting because she doesn't know anything else but fighting, killing and sex.]
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I'm pretty sure there are plenty of things you've never done before. You look like a guy who's been putting up with more than you've been able to enjoy. Life hasn't been so good, but that means you haven't really gotten to live it up.
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And you look like someone who might have some ideas about how to fix that.
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I pride myself on thinking outside of the box, if you're interested in trying out a few new things yourself.
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He places his beer on the bar and turns to face her.]
How can I say no to such an offer?
[He sweeps his hand towards the door.] Lead the way.
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Just what I wanted to hear. [She doesn't motion him to follow, since she assumes he'll be doing that already. If he really wants to join her, he'll keep up.] My place is close enough.
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Good. I'm not exactly a patient man.