Fourth Morph - Video - Backdated slightly after sirens

[guerrilla_morph]

[ Here is Marco again, but unlike his previous post when he was a smirking, shit-eating smartass, this time he's a little different. A little hard, a little rough, but still mostly the same. He's sitting in a chair, the cheap hotel kind. Looks like the boy still hasn't found a steady place to live in regularly, but he doesn't seem to be too bothered by it.

When he speaks, he lacks nearly all the swagger and a hundred times more of his acidic sarcasm. ]

Hello again.

I did had this whole speech about the attacks and all, but at the end of the day, I just don't care. It's too stupid for me to bother.

[ He moves his eyes upward, in a gesture of thoughtfulness. But his face shows nothing but a calm serenity, but it is the false serenity, the kind that brings about a terrible, despairing rage, the kind that only those who experienced it can recognize it for what it is. ]

I just want to say my mom, Eva, died. Some of you might know her as Edriss.

[ Another pause, as though he searched for words. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes darken. ]

She was murdered by some crazy psycho redhead. I could call her a hot crazy psycho redhead, except she murdered my mom. That killed the sex appeal right there.

I already destroyed the body, since I heard about people becoming Darkness monsters after death.

[ Edriss was bad enough on her own. Marco is certain he can't handle seeing a monstrous version of Mom walking down the streets of Siren's Port after nightfall. ]

I'm going to make a small memorial tomorrow, nearby the Newcomer Tribute. Funny that when she died back home, there wasn't any body to bury her in, so there was only a memorial service and a really lame funeral. But I can always appreciate a good, twisted irony.

Those who know her, come. Those who don't, shove off.

[ With those words, he reached over and turned off the feed, so he can wait and see who has been making friends with a mass-murdering slave master. ]

Comments

[guerrilla_morph]

Yeah.

[ Marco is feeling a little merciless tonight. ]

[inthejunk]

[Hey, to be fair there wasn't the kind of transition a kid doped way up on painkillers could follow between those two topics. But clearly this conversation is already totally painful, so he might as well just answer the question.]

...I never met her.

[guerrilla_morph]

You might have avoided a bullet there, bozo.

[inthejunk]

[How the hell do you respond to that? It sounds rotten. Most people would definitely go with empathy here...]

Okay, 'nough with the names. Not who you wanted to hear from, I goddid.

[guerrilla_morph]

I'm sorry, I lost the ability to actually care about being nice the moment I saw my mom being murdered.

[ His voice is like a live wire, sharp and wicked. ]

But it's okay, let's give yourself a pat on a back, don't worry, you tried, everybody goes home happy.

[ Except Marco, he's never happy.

Story of his life.

He turns off the feed. He's can't take talking to people anymore. He's done. ]

[inthejunk]

[..Yeah that conversation couldn't have gone well no matter what.]