sirenspull | CANTO II: [video]-accidental(ish)

[The NV is looking up at the ceiling of a room in the Tower Apartments. Dante's voice comes lazily from off screen.]

I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.

[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]

Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.

I think someone's fucking with us.

[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]

[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]

Question is who? And why?

[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]

Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.

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I know all the best take out places. I've eaten at enough of them.

Seems like you've been here a while.

[She sighs and reaches for the fingerless gloves to go over her hands. There's a brief flash of a round white scar on the back of one hand, and then she tightens the glove down.]

Almost two and a half years.

[He notices the scar but says nothing. It's not his business.]

[He brushes a hand through his damp hair and groans.]

That's a long time.

Yeah. One of the first to arrive. I've seen quite a bit. So, ya know, blaming the Core is kinda second nature.

One of the first, huh?

So this thing hasn't been kidnapping people for very long?

I'm pretty sure the same thing happened a generation or two ago. But no one really talks about that.

So that's why the natives hate us. They're worried we're gonna take over.

That, and some of the newcomers really mess up the neighborhood.

How so?

Well, let's see:

Joker's pretty well known for screwing the place up. Then, there's the vampires that went on a rampage not too long ago. Then, there's the usual stuff: petty crime, strain on resources, yada yada yada.

So a few douchebags made things worse for everyone, huh?

Isn't that always the way?

Wherever there's people.

[Another growl-like sigh as he tries to remind himself why humanity is worth saving.]

Well, considering this place, maybe you should change that to "sentient beings" since, ya know, some folks around here aren't human.

[Training him early not to piss off a certain mutant.]

[He quirks a brow.]

I wasn't aware "sentient beings" couldn't be people.

Well, I'm pretty sure I know someone who has a sentient toaster, and then there's the House, and someone picked up that haunted, crocheting rocking chair that was advertised a while back. So... yeah.

And, there's some folks around here who just don't like being called 'human'. It's a weird quirk.

Sentient toaster?

Wonder what kinda toast it makes...

It might be a breadbox. But I'm pretty sure it's a toaster. I'll have to ask Claudio, he lives with it. But yeah, see what I mean?

When talking to the Network, don't call 'em "people".

[He counts off on his fingers]

Say "humans, werewolves, demons, angels, sentient kitchen utensils, talking houses, haunted furniture, robots confused about their own existence, talking lions, wolves..."

I generally stick with 'folks'. Since, ya know, that's... pretty nonspecific. But there is House, who you'll probably meet eventually. It's, ya know, a sentient house.

"Folks", huh?

I guess.

Not used to "people" not being a politically correct term. That one's always been a pretty good catch-all to me.

[Sure he doesn't consider HIMSELF a person, but he's never been sure what to classify himself as.]

Eh, you can probably get away with it, dude. It's the human part that's touchy.

I don't call anyone a human unless they are.

Well, that's good. Though around here, looks can be deceiving. I mean, I look human. Hell, most folks around here look human. A lot aren't.

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