Re: Cal Kestis // Roman
"Really? I'd think it's really not an honor to meet someone who's a dick. It's more some cosmic joke," he said, laughing. Oh, all right, he was a tad drunk, but it let him enjoy things a lot more.
"Who's he? The Conductor? I don't think he brings anyone anywhere. He's like those people on the British bus that are there to check your ticket and tell you where to get off, but they aren't really doing my driving, if you know what I mean?" He snorted. "How much time do you have? But basically my mother brainwashed me so I would sleep with my cousin, who's really my half sister, forcing me to raper, wiping both our minds, Letha died, our baby didn't die, but my mother was hiding her, because she's supposedly very fucking powerful, and my mother finally released all of my memories at once and my reaction was to kill myself."
The world Cal was describing was very interesting. "Maybe I'll get to visit, because it sounds really cool. I want to be purple. Or maybe green. I'd totally pull it off." He smirked at Cal's reaction. He clearly needed an education in cursing. "Yeah that makes sense, because they are nicer to the ones who aren't just human. I bet your friend has no problem. They really don't like the captain there, he's as apple pie as they come."