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River Tam ([info]remembertoomuch) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-01-25 18:50:00

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Entry tags:river tam, v

Who: River Tam and V.
What: Walking, talking, asskicking.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: The streets of London.
Warnings: None that I can think of. Quirk?


Even though she wore what most would call "stompy boots", River Tam was whisper quiet as she walked around Brixton. She'd heard whispers that it wasn't the best part of town, but she wasn't afraid. Most people were motivated by wealth or power. River had no money with her and she would never allow herself to be overpowered. The hem of her skirt floated around her like the petals of a flower, her skinny legs stronger than they looked.

She was aware of footsteps behind her, but she couldn't hear any angry thoughts. She sometimes hated being a Reader, overhearing snatches of thought that she had no right knowing, but it was something she'd gotten used to a very long time ago.


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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 01:15 am UTC (link)
No angry thoughts, indeed. V was in a fairly pleasant mood as he walked equally silently behind the girl. Their paths converged somewhere just a few blocks ago, and while he had a sneaking suspicion that the small girl was either unaware of the part of the city in which they were walking was dangerous, or she knew and was capable of defending herself, the masked man felt it was his duty to look after her while they were on the same path.

He was actually humming to himself, his mind running over the lines of Howl by Ginsberg as he kept an eye on the alleyways and kept his ears open for any particularly distressing sounds. Mostly, however, his eyes kept being attracted to the flit of the skirt of the young lady before him. It moved gracefully and reminded him of petals in a stiff wind.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 01:20 am UTC (link)
"Too big to be my shadow. Maybe a ghost?" She turned to face him, smiling a little to herself. Her hands were by her sides, her long hair curly and unkempt, but she managed to be beautiful without any effort. She always had.

Looking at his mask, she cocked her head to the side. "Remember, remember? Which are you, gunpowder, treason, or plot?"

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 01:39 am UTC (link)
V stopped when she did, and folded his hands before him. Her questions made him chuckle, muffled mostly by the mask, "A spirit unsettled, milady, shaken from his snowy bones with a hail of bullets, and a rain of dazzling fireworks that lit up the sky like morning dew catching the sun. I am all three of that, but not the Guy himself."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 01:46 am UTC (link)
"Chose his face when yours left you." She smiled, moving closer to him to touch his cold white cheek. "Still there, even though you choose to hide it. Always in the back of your mind." She wondered what it was he'd chosen to obscure in favor of presenting a Message. "If not him, what are you?"

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 01:55 am UTC (link)
It was only a little unsettling to the man behind the mask that the girl could see deeper than one ought, but only briefly. After all, all was possible in this strange new world. He let out another silent chuckle, his head bowing. "I am known as V, but that is but the answer to 'who', and not 'what', and what I am, my dear, is a spirit, as I have already said. A spirit of an ideal that cannot die or be shaken by the lack of urgency."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 01:59 am UTC (link)
"But you did die once." She noticed his bow and returned it with a curtsey. She'd read as much as she could about the history of the Isles as well as ancient manners and customs. "Hello, V. I'm a River." She felt the strands of his wig, eyes wider than usual at its straw like texture.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 02:16 am UTC (link)
"Ah, but the ideal never has, nor will it ever. And if that is what kept me from my final judgment, who am I to argue it?" He joked, amused by her surprise at the wig. "Synthetic fibers. With how often I go through them, it's more economical than getting a wig of real hair." He looked behind her to the two men and woman who spilled out of a building, listening to their conversation as best he could. One had the young lady by the wrist and was pulling her to a nearby vehicle, while the other was clearly there to block her from returning to the flats inside.

"Hm," he muttered quietly, more intrigue in his tone than anger, and slipped away from River. He could easily take them both out from this distance with his knives, but he figured he'd use a more amicable approach.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 02:20 am UTC (link)
She had been about to ask about the chemical composition of the fibers and ask for a sample - maybe she could invent something more durable - when she heard the cry of distress. She looked over her shoulder at them before turning around and running, moving toward the man who was holding the girl's wrist. If she'd gone after the man blocking the way back, the one tugging at the girl would have taken out the knife in his boot. There were some things that River just knew as surely as she knew how to breathe, and that was one of them.

But she wasn't thinking for once, simply acting, flying and hitting him hard in the solar plexus with her palm and hoping that the man behind her would either help or move.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 02:51 am UTC (link)
Well all right, that was a little different than what he'd been planning, and while she took out the first man in the sordid procession, V swiftly followed through by restraining the man in back, holding his arm in such a way that if the man so much as moved to free himself defensively, it would either dislocate the shoulder, or snap the elbow. He tutted under his breath as the man started to fight back with his free arm and dodged each blow before shoving him out of the way, sending a knife flying and pegged the man in the shoulder. He huffed at the now-free girl, "Go," before he hissed under his breath, "Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky. With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high," V had another knife out as he stood above the bleeding man, and he made quick work of the man, who he'd heard just moments before say that he'd make a pretty penny with the young lady's body. Sickening. Absolutely sickening.
"Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat; when they shot him down on the highway."

It would be easy to simply take the body into the alleyway. This was Brixton, no one would be surprised.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 02:58 am UTC (link)
The man was in a heap at her feet, and she closed her eyes as she felt too many emotions at once. The girl ran away in blind terror, while the man V was standing over was nothing but white hot rage. She closed her eyes and felt herself dropping to her knees on the concrete as she whimpered, hands moving to her ears. "Making him fall down, making him sleep," she murmured, words rushing out, coming more frantically.

She turned to him, pointing at the man she'd knocked out. "Call the law, proper authorities, run, please." Anything to stop the screaming in her head.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 03:05 am UTC (link)
V's rage subsided quickly at the girl who'd charged in moments before was clearly in pain, and it was quickly followed by empathy. He sheathed his knives in an instant and stood, walking to her, shushing her, shaking his head, having seen the other girl run back into the building. He didn't touch her, wouldn't with the blood on his gloves.

"The law barely comes to this part of the city for the very reason that I do. There is evil here; the corroded and blackened heart of humanity. Are you all right?"

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 03:11 am UTC (link)
"He won't stop screaming, and I hate hearing it, I'm not a rock, I'm not." River closed her eyes, clamping her hands harder over her ears. If V wanted to kill the second man, she wasn't looking. "Knife in his boot, right leg."

She wanted to hug him, to crawl into what was obviously safety. Slowly but surely as the screaming faded to a dull echo in her mind, she uncurled her body from the fetal position. The man at her back remained in a crumpled heap, and she turned her head to look at him. "He won't stop. He won't change. Even if he goes to lockup, he'd come back and ... I won't look." River didn't like what the man did, but part of her couldn't argue with the reason of it. Especially when it was someone who kidnapped people and held them captive. She could identify.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 03:17 am UTC (link)
He nodded once and swiftly swooped down over the crumpled man, who was soon a crumpled corpse with a broken neck. It was quick, and it would quiet that mind faster than a slit throat. He decided to leave the bodies as they were. "That takes care of that, then. I do believe, however, we've overstayed our current welcome in Brixton," he put his hand out to her, clearly with intent to take her as quickly and as far away from that part of London as possible. He knew the streets better than most. They hadn't changed from his reality to this one, which had been a quick relief to him. "Quickly now."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 03:23 am UTC (link)
Since the man was unconscious when he was killed, River didn't hear anything but blessed silence. Standing up, she looked at him. "Not a damsel." She nodded at him, jogging forward and waiting for him to move past her and lead. She felt cold suddenly, and longed for the warm tea that Simon made for them before bed.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 03:33 am UTC (link)
He did, able to quickly catch up and get past her without trouble, but he kept an ear trained on her footfalls and breaths, so he knew she was just behind him as he rounded the corner and down the alley that would turn left and onto a side street that led to a portkey. He paused at the portkey when he got to it, not even remotely out of breath. "River, was it?" he asked, standing near the ragged, ratty old coat deposited against the corner of a building which served as a portkey. "I'd have taken the Underground passages, but they're gloriously still being used," much to his chagrin.

"But portkeys are just as fine. I'm off to my castle up north of Nottingham," he intoned it more as an open question of if she wanted to follow or to part ways.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 03:39 am UTC (link)
Keeping up with him wasn't difficult for her at all. She liked running, and she'd barely started to breathe hard when they turned around the corner. She slowed when he did, nodding at the mention of her name. Taking his hand, she closed her eyes and waited for him to touch the portkey. She'd be able to return home when she needed to, and she knew that her willow wasn't off of work for an hour or so yet. She had time to figure out the puzzle in the shape of a man that had fallen into her lap.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 03:57 am UTC (link)
He actually felt quite the same way about River, who to him was something of an enigma. A mind reading, apparently clairvoyant enigma who could knock out a man with a single palm punch. He tapped the portkey and caught himself gracefully. He'd spent a few hours one day taking portkeys so he could learn how not to fall backward from it, and then nodded as he walked a few yards to the door of his castle. And indeed it was a castle. Situated on a hill, overlooking what he was certain at one point was a small village that had grown into a bustling town over the centuries, it gave him plenty of space and solitude, but it wasn't too awfully far from society. He would probably always prefer the abandoned Victoria Station, but that was only because he couldn't go and buy up a castle within London's borders -- at least he didn't think he had that sort of money.

He unlocked the door and let her in first with a grand sweep of his arm to beckon her inside, and a deep bow as she passed, taking off his hat as he did so.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 04:06 am UTC (link)
She was fine with portkeys, having gotten used to them the last time she was in the past, and she landed solidly on her feet. Looking around at the castle with obvious curiosity, she followed him inside. "Living inside of history, the face and the home," she murmured to herself. Leaning over she took off her boots as it was only polite to do so in someone's home. That done, she wandered contentedly, feet bare, fingers running over furniture as she explored.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 04:17 am UTC (link)
"As well as the decade, but what I've seen of living in the future, I'd much rather take my chances in a drafty castle, under the mask of a man 400 years dead," added V, who closed the door behind him before leading the way to the kitchen. It had a few modern conveniences in it - a sink and gas stove, as well as a brand new microwave, but he had yet to get a working refrigerator that wasn't its own room. He had a walk-in (which was the door to the immediate left of the stove) but that was all. He switched on the light and started making some tea.

"You have a remarkable gift, young lady. And I'm not speaking of your fighting ability, though that too is quite handy."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 04:23 am UTC (link)
"Miss the black sometimes," she murmured. She looked out the nearest available window, sighing a little to herself. "Earth That Was is a jewel, but the black is the jeweler's display." Squinting at the light, she watched his movements carefully. "Wasn't always. Cut into a soldier's cloth." Her eyes remained glued to his movements, her body language withdrawn and cautious. "Can't help it."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 04:32 am UTC (link)
His own body language was elegant and easy, with a sort of offhanded grace one would find in an actor or dancer. At what she said about being cut into a soldier's cloth, however, he gave pause, mid step from sink to stove, and then started up again as if his gears had caught for a half a second.

"My apologies," was all he had to say to that out loud. Inwardly, he was fighting to keep what he remembered of Larkhill tightly under lock and key.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 04:36 am UTC (link)
She closed her eyes, trying not to tense her whole body against the flood of memories coming back to herself. "You're not Alliance, you didn't open my head." Turning around, she looked at the stars, still a bit awestruck at how different they were than the ones she knew from her childhood. Spencer had been teaching her constellations, and she traced the few she knew with a careful fingertip.

"From here, in your future? Sound like you're from Dyton Colony." She'd noticed that everyone in London sounded as such, and made the easy logical conclusion that Dyton's inhabitants were descended from Londoners.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 04:50 am UTC (link)
"Not here particularly, if it was this world's future, there would have been a set of nuclear bombs set off in America by now, and..." He had to brace himself against the stove as he realized that even now, at this very moment, in some version of reality, he was being processed as a prisoner. He set his jaw under the mask and unclenched his fists, taking a deep breath and sighing it out.

"And things would be much different, even now. I'm from a decade forward, in a world far more cruel." While he had a gentle tone, without strain or anger, it was likely clear to her that he wasn't particularly pleased about even considering it.

"Space. Hm," he switched tracks, "I always thought space travel would be extremely quiet and relaxing. The vast emptiness of the dark."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 04:57 am UTC (link)
"It doesn't get better." She didn't know how far in the future she was from, but it was far enough where space travel was common, where the Earth was a rock that was good for nothing. "We used up the Earth and made her Earth That Was. I'm from Osiris." She moved to stand by him, putting a hand on his shoulder. She'd caught the jaw clench with her odd vision, the kind she did without the benefit of her eyes. "They're not here. Not your bad medicine or mine. Don't have to take it."

A faint smile played upon her lips when he talked about space. "Boats all have their own rattles and rhythms. You get used to your lady."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 05:02 am UTC (link)
For what it was worth, her words settled the tumult in his mind and he chuckled a little, "All vehicles seem to have their own personalities, don't they? I suppose that's what happens when you have something do the job horses once did." He turned to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "You say it doesn't get better, but you and I both know that it's possible to change it. I refuse to let my world come close to this one, and you can make certain to at least delay yours."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 05:09 am UTC (link)
"The new planets have horses. Never ridden one." She sounded sad about that; she'd seen many of them in her life, but when she was living with her parents they'd condemned them as vehicles of the poor, and upon escaping the Academy she'd only ever spent time on transports and ships.

His hand on her shoulder made her smile, and she shook her head. "My present is too far away. I can fight for tomorrow. But not my today." Her home was thousands of years off, most likely, and she knew anything she did on Earth That Was would only be a ripple, unlikely to affect the Alliance.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 05:18 am UTC (link)
"That's really all that counts," V assured before nodding once and going off to get the newly clean and dried tea set, which he set up with a near zen-like rhythm of motions, not unlike a dance. He had set the bowl of sugar cubes up with the teacups so he brought two cups and the sugar down in one movement, and then silently walked to the walk-in, to gather up the cream and lemon wedges. As he did, he continued, "I'm quite unfortunately in the same position as you, my dear. If I ever did ride a horse, I've since forgotten that I have. I would very much enjoy trying, at some point."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 05:23 am UTC (link)
"You dance." It was a statement and not a question; she could tell from the fluidity of his movements. "I'm in the ballet here. You should come see." She moved to clear off a table for him to set the tea down, smiling a little at the idea of V riding a horse, mask and all. "Should end up on a horse. Quite the spectacle."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 05:27 am UTC (link)
He nodded at her statement, "I do," and then he chuckled, "I'd love to come see it, though I most certainly doubt you'd recognize me if I came to see you, unless you looked for me," he said as he tapped his mask's temple. "Perhaps I will find a place that the two of us could go as an outing. I believe that between the two of us, we've wasted far too long cooped up."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 05:31 am UTC (link)
Twirling around him, she smiled a little to herself. "Don't look at the audience while I dance. I look at the dance." She paid attention to the music and her partners; the audience was for afterward.

Sitting down to put some sugar in her tea, she couldn't help but laugh. "I'd like that. I don't know if the horses will."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-26 06:46 am UTC (link)
V's eyes followed her as far as his limited range of vision allowed, and he folded his hands before him for the moment. "I meant after the performance, of course, not during." He had a distinct knowledge that one's mind is on the movements and lines, not the audience. He set one lump into his cup, along with the egg of loose leaf Ceylon, and waited for the kettle to whistle.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-26 05:04 pm UTC (link)
"I would look for you," she smiled. She proceeded to put the tea into her cup as well, along with two sugars.

Questions swirled in her mind - what had they done to him? Was he lonely? She reached out to squeeze his hand, feeling oddly maternal and big sisterly toward him. She was the youngest in her family, and it was novel for her.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-01-27 12:31 am UTC (link)
He turned to look at her hand on his, and turned it over to squeeze hers as well. "Then perhaps I will come see a production. It's been too long since I've been to the ballet, if I've ever even gone." When the whistle of the kettle whistled, he pulled it off the heat and immediately poured it into their cups, before turning off the stove, and setting the kettle aside to have a seat at the table.

"You were a dancer before the Alliance, I assume?"

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-01-27 01:04 am UTC (link)
"I've always danced," River smiled. She watched the tea steep after he poured in the hot water, blowing a little onto its surface to send the tea whirling in other directions. "Went to the Academy because it was the most challenging. But they lied, it wasn't. Meddled where they shouldn't ... " Her voice trailed off, having taken a frantic edge, and she had to work to remind herself that she was safe. "They did things."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 05:51 am UTC (link)
There was a moment of consideration -- whether knowing the true intentions of your captors was a greater torment than being fed lies before being subjected to things that no human should ever endure. He was told that he would simply be put to death, but wasn't given a swift one, but what they most likely thought would be a long and arduous one for most. He only thought a moment on it, patting her hand with his, shaking his head, and murmured, "No fate is worse than to be lied to and stripped of your freedom and self, my dear. I believe that we two are quite aware of it. You have my deepest sympathies, and empathy beyond measure."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-01 05:56 am UTC (link)
"My brother saved me. Nobody but yourself to save you," she murmured. When he patted her hand she wanted to take his glove off, but she stopped herself. She figured that he'd get nervous or upset. "Better here, thousands of years buried. Clever hiding place, and the 'verse owes me."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 06:04 am UTC (link)
"Sometimes all you have is yourself, River, and that's all you can put trust in, unfortunately," V murmured, noticing that she was making motions of restraint near the cuffs of his gloves and he bowed his head. "Not tonight, my dear, perhaps when I feel more comfortable coming out of my shell, as it were."

He brought his attention to the tea, then, and smiled a little. "I'm glad that we crossed paths. It's thousands of years for you, and while it isn't exactly a utopia, it's bloody close by my reckoning, and I rather enjoy doing what I can to take it closer to that ideal, night by night and moment by moment."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-01 06:10 am UTC (link)
She was finally learning to be able to trust herself, and she moved her fingers from his wrist to her own hair. "Forget my manners sometimes, the other me would remember. Mother would scold me if she knew where I was." She snorted a little, obviously not a arge supporter of her parents, not after what they'd put Simon through.

"Closer to your time?" She sipped her tea, unable to hide her wide smile. Simple things like having a cup of tea made her inexplicably happy. "Helped that girl, but ended those men. Do you believe in Redemption, Vengeance?"

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 06:14 am UTC (link)
"I do, yes," V stated, huffing his amusement at the decision of what the V stood for in her opinion, but followed up shortly after with, "but there are some of us, like myself, who dare not seek it out. If it is as rare a commodity as it seems to be, I would not wish for it to be wasted on a trifle of a man such as myself when there are more deserving individuals upon whom it would not be wasted."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-01 06:18 am UTC (link)
River gave him a Look that Simon would recognize as her "you're a boob" face. "Wasn't talking about you."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 06:26 am UTC (link)
He chuckled, "The first statement still applies, then." Conditionally so, but for the vast majority who hadn't become a tool of their vices and inner demons and had desire, drive, and devotion to redeem themselves. He held the teacup in his hands, but did not take a drink of it. The warmth seeped through his thick leather gloves, and the scent was pleasing enough. He was parched, but it could wait for another time. He was patient, and in the presence of charming, if intriguing and unique company. "Redemption is there for those who wish to follow through with it and not waste it on another fall."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-01 06:29 am UTC (link)
River closed her eyes so that he could drink his tea if he wanted to. She even went so far as to cover her eyes with her hands, like a little girl playing Hide and Seek. "Won't peek, cross my heart." She thought about what he said, and wanted to ask him why he thought he had the ability to choose who was capable of redemption and who wasn't, but she knew that the people who had chosen them hadn't bothered to think about their lives. They'd just taken. Just as V took.

She didn't have to agree with his methods, but she understood the motivation.

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 06:47 am UTC (link)
He chuckled and shook his head, "I can wait, thank you, however. This is about earlier, isn't it," he murmured, bowing his head faintly. "You said it best yourself, my dear. The man I killed is much like all the men I've killed insomuch that he just would have kept doing as he'd been doing. He wouldn't have turned a new leaf, he would have gone to prison, done a piece in some posh penitentiary with cable telly and three square a day, gotten out and went back on doing what he was doing. These are the kinds of men I seek out to put an end to. Those who have no care whether they make others miserable for their own actions. Greedy, foolish people who find no path is more important than their own."

His voice dipped to a mere murmur as he continued, setting the teacup down before folding his hands on the table. "Those men I killed. They were once babies, then children. They grew up, and somewhere along the way, they lost their own humanity and became instead a part of a terrible plague. One which has no specific bias but selfishness, and which takes all who touches it. From the lowliest of common man, to the greatest of leaders, it spreads and envelops all that come across it, destroying all. I am not justifying what I have done, merely explaining why I do it at all. There is no justification for murder, and while those men may feel no remorse, or feel all the remorse in the world, and there may be nothing separating me from them in the grand scheme of things, I do not intentionally put innocent lives at risk, and I do not find pleasure in death or killing."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-01 06:51 am UTC (link)
"Moral conundrum. All the logic in the world won't make me feel any less conflicted." She peeked between her fingers, opening an eye slowly in case he changed her mind. "Don't disagree with the why, just the how." She knew she'd killed Reavers, but they were also beyond redemption, just like the men in the alley had been. But she didn't like taking life. "Know you're gentle, don't have to guess." She lightly rapped his forehead with her knuckles. "I can hear you."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 07:00 am UTC (link)
He couldn't help the smile that spread over his face under the mask and he looked up at her, through the dark fabric which covered his eyes from view. "My apologies if I think too loudly, I've never come in contact with a true psychic before. I kill as quickly and painlessly as I can, Slitting throats or breaking necks, though I won't deny that I poisoned my fair share, and there was one man on which I did use a particularly painful poison, only because it's bloody hard to poison a communion wafer with anything but powder. Cyanide's not generally what one would consider a swift, gentle passing. But I assure you that all the others that have died by my hand had as quick and painless a death as can be graced."

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-01 07:07 am UTC (link)
"The ones I did... too far gone." She thought about the Reavers, and was able for once to have an odd moment of clarity. Gone was the panic and the fear she used to immediately feel rushing over her at the mention of them. "Not human anymore. And not too loud, hushed." She had noticed that even his thoughts were lovely and quiet and melodic, and she liked to listen to him talk. "Don't blame you, you know. Wish I could, but I can't."

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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 11:57 am UTC (link)
"It's not a road I'd want anyone else to travel, especially not of their own volition, I will admit, but one must wonder why you cannot do what you wish you could." He felt a strange sort of bafflement at it. Certainly, there were logical reasons why most couldn't lead a life of betterment of self and society. He'd gone over it many times for himself - why hadn't he done this before Larkhill? - but the answers remained clear enough to him. The lack of anonymity was a major factor.

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[info]remembertoomuch
2011-02-02 03:51 am UTC (link)
"Not in my blood," she shrugged. "Didn't even eat meat before they cut my brain." She'd been one of the least likely candidates to turn into a cold killing machine, but they'd done it, at least to the extent where she'd defend her loved ones to the death.

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