[By contrast, he's spotlit, illuminated. Mukuro pauses, standing still in the dark and mist, considering her approach. She doesn't want to scare him, but it might not be possible to avoid that. She shifts to her night form first, then starts moving closer once again. She's not hiding who she is, or her approach. Hopefully that makes it less threatening.]
Harry, [she calls out, eyes starting to reflect the porch light as she pads along,] it's me. Mukuro. I wanted to talk to you, if that's okay.
PERCEPTION - (You’re on display out here, like a sausage rolling on the heating element at Frittte.)
A shudder moves under his skin to answer the tickle on the back of his neck. He hears his bones creak- the wolf’s sharp ears might hear them too, all the things inside of him shifting internally and ready to open mouths or spikes across his body.
(He’s working on the shapeshifting- he’s been practicing growing antlers, sitting with one of the deer skulls in front of him and feeling how they should be shaped. Sometimes he feels like he’s become made of clay, sometimes he feels like a shrapnel mine made of teeth.)
Then she comes forward. His headcrest bounces up and down for a moment, he considers. He likes Mukuro. She’s solid…scary but she’s not a liar. She was cool on the network after everything went down.
“Hi…okay.”
The porch has chairs. Cute little chairs for sitting with tea and sandwiches or something like that. Wait, is this like the first guest he’s had over at his house? He remembers the chairs and sits in one, starts bouncing his leg a little.
[Better reception than she could have gotten. Mukuro nods, pads closer, moving smoothly. Not rushing him, not prowling. This is not the way she would approach if he were an enemy, but she knows he has no way of knowing that - all she can do is telegraph as much as she can that she means no harm. She isn't carrying any weapons on her, guns or knives - nothing but the claws and teeth the Fog's given her, same as him. That, too, is a message.
She gets close enough to sink into a chair, automatically tucking her tail out of the way. The look she gives him is rather soft, for the infamous black butcher wolf.]
...Thank you. I know it's probably -- [she makes a vague gesture with one paw.] ...rough. After everything. I wanted to check on you. Talk some. Have you been okay...?
He’s not really sure. He props himself up on his elbow, rests his cheek against his hand. Brushes his thumb over his sideburns. Makes a thinking noise.
“No one’s killed me yet.”
He shrugs. Does that mean he’s doing good? He’s being careful and laying low. Dyster life is fine. It’s not like he has anywhere else to be.
INLAND EMPIRE - (The Last Drop. The Lucky. The world is full of places you aren’t allowed to go to anymore.)
AUTHORITY - (That shit was not your *Marvel Hill* it wasn’t the peak of anything. You don’t need bars. You don’t even drink anymore.)
“…in a few months someone else will fuck up and I’ll be a little safer.”
Not clear if that’s addressed to Mukuro or himself, or the palm that he’s kind of mumbling into.
“Thanks for being. Cool about it.”
COMPOSURE - (When was the last time you had a guest over? Ask her if she needs anything.)
DRAMA - (Ask the Lady if she requires a beverage of some sort!)
[The offer is - weirdly normal. Kind of sweet. Which means she's more polite when she answers, after a moment of thought.]
I'm okay, but thank you.
[Anyway, it's good no one's come after him. Or at least not succeeded. It makes this a little easier to talk about, without stepping on as many landmines.]
Even though I don't like it when people who do stuff that causes problems, I know you were trying to help.
[She tilts her head a little, looking soft and searchingly at him.]
You said you wanted people to be able to - understand each other. Right? So... I guess I'm trying to understand you. You're with the Fog, and so am I. I want the monsters who live here to be able to be safe, especially the ones who are trying to make a home here. You're one of those, right...?
“Yeah. I want to make this world safer for us, it’s home. But even that guy who made everyone go crazy and attack each other was trying to help people. Sort of. He was just really super evil about it…”
He shrugs and rubs more at his face. He’s at least a little evil himself.
“I knew what I was doing was dangerous and that some people would probably die. I just thought when the dust settled everyone would understand that they needed the experience. To understand each other.”
RHETORIC - (Sounds bad with out-loud words. Sorry! It was just supposed to work. Is not going to stop the people who come to kill you about it.)
“Our perspective isn’t easy for the others to get. For the humans or the people who think they’re just going home soon or the assholes who act like they’re above all of this…and that we're all just stupid freaks for trying to be happy with the life we've been given. Like, I wanted to show my friends, when they were here how we could’ve been happy.”
[She nods, listening, expression going briefly flatter at the mention of the November fog attack. Gabriel Rhodes was a complex man. She does not condone what he did - it was worse than Harry's, in her opinion, and the altruism percentage was much less. But she's not going to debate it, because honestly, it doesn't matter. He's gone, and she's here to connect with someone who is not.
Someone who thinks of this place like her.]
I get it. I know it's hard for anyone to understand me. I don't mind that they want different things. But it makes me really angry when people act like they're better than me.
[And trying to force people to understand is obviously doomed, but - well. Harry isn't the most stable or logical person. She can see how it happened, how it made sense to him, to try to do this.]
Unfortunately... some people will never accept it. I think... even if they knew. Sometimes people will just never agree. But - a friend here taught me - you don't have to understand to be respectful. Some people will be nice even if they don't get why - we are the way we are.
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Harry, [she calls out, eyes starting to reflect the porch light as she pads along,] it's me. Mukuro.
I wanted to talk to you, if that's okay.
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A shudder moves under his skin to answer the tickle on the back of his neck. He hears his bones creak- the wolf’s sharp ears might hear them too, all the things inside of him shifting internally and ready to open mouths or spikes across his body.
(He’s working on the shapeshifting- he’s been practicing growing antlers, sitting with one of the deer skulls in front of him and feeling how they should be shaped. Sometimes he feels like he’s become made of clay, sometimes he feels like a shrapnel mine made of teeth.)
Then she comes forward. His headcrest bounces up and down for a moment, he considers. He likes Mukuro. She’s solid…scary but she’s not a liar. She was cool on the network after everything went down.
“Hi…okay.”
The porch has chairs. Cute little chairs for sitting with tea and sandwiches or something like that. Wait, is this like the first guest he’s had over at his house? He remembers the chairs and sits in one, starts bouncing his leg a little.
“Have a seat. If you want.”
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She gets close enough to sink into a chair, automatically tucking her tail out of the way. The look she gives him is rather soft, for the infamous black butcher wolf.]
...Thank you.
I know it's probably -- [she makes a vague gesture with one paw.] ...rough. After everything.
I wanted to check on you. Talk some.
Have you been okay...?
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“No one’s killed me yet.”
He shrugs. Does that mean he’s doing good? He’s being careful and laying low. Dyster life is fine. It’s not like he has anywhere else to be.
INLAND EMPIRE - (The Last Drop. The Lucky. The world is full of places you aren’t allowed to go to anymore.)
AUTHORITY - (That shit was not your *Marvel Hill* it wasn’t the peak of anything. You don’t need bars. You don’t even drink anymore.)
“…in a few months someone else will fuck up and I’ll be a little safer.”
Not clear if that’s addressed to Mukuro or himself, or the palm that he’s kind of mumbling into.
“Thanks for being. Cool about it.”
COMPOSURE - (When was the last time you had a guest over? Ask her if she needs anything.)
DRAMA - (Ask the Lady if she requires a beverage of some sort!)
“Do you want something to drink. Soda?”
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I'm okay, but thank you.
[Anyway, it's good no one's come after him. Or at least not succeeded. It makes this a little easier to talk about, without stepping on as many landmines.]
Even though I don't like it when people who do stuff that causes problems, I know you were trying to help.
[She tilts her head a little, looking soft and searchingly at him.]
You said you wanted people to be able to - understand each other. Right?
So... I guess I'm trying to understand you.
You're with the Fog, and so am I. I want the monsters who live here to be able to be safe, especially the ones who are trying to make a home here. You're one of those, right...?
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He nods.
“Yeah. I want to make this world safer for us, it’s home. But even that guy who made everyone go crazy and attack each other was trying to help people. Sort of. He was just really super evil about it…”
He shrugs and rubs more at his face. He’s at least a little evil himself.
“I knew what I was doing was dangerous and that some people would probably die. I just thought when the dust settled everyone would understand that they needed the experience. To understand each other.”
RHETORIC - (Sounds bad with out-loud words. Sorry! It was just supposed to work. Is not going to stop the people who come to kill you about it.)
“Our perspective isn’t easy for the others to get. For the humans or the people who think they’re just going home soon or the assholes who act like they’re above all of this…and that we're all just stupid freaks for trying to be happy with the life we've been given. Like, I wanted to show my friends, when they were here how we could’ve been happy.”
Too late now.
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Someone who thinks of this place like her.]
I get it.
I know it's hard for anyone to understand me. I don't mind that they want different things. But it makes me really angry when people act like they're better than me.
[And trying to force people to understand is obviously doomed, but - well. Harry isn't the most stable or logical person. She can see how it happened, how it made sense to him, to try to do this.]
Unfortunately... some people will never accept it. I think... even if they knew. Sometimes people will just never agree.
But - a friend here taught me - you don't have to understand to be respectful. Some people will be nice even if they don't get why - we are the way we are.