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I alwayth thought they would...

[Another pause.]

Lithten, it'sth dumb, everyone ith fucked up right now and there were a bunch of dead bodieth and here I am flipping my thit about thomething from back home, thorry.

Will you quit it?

[TJ's words may have been harsh, but his tone was kind.]

I needed this, alright? Keep talkin'. Tell me about this guy. Does my heart good t'know not everythin' is crumblin'.

[There's the briefest of pauses before a breath whistles out from between his fangs.]

Right. Thorry. Tho, he'th a Cavalreaper firtht of all- I don't think I've ever told you about the different military factionth, right?

[With that, TJ relaxed again, letting his eyes fall shut. Psii's voice, it could either be like nails on a chalk board or chamomile tea, depending on the context.

This was very much the latter.]

Nah, man, never. Tell me.

Okay, tho- I mean you probably got the idea already, but we're an obnoxiouthly military bunch of atholes, tho there are probably a hundred different factions. There are the Threthecutioners, the Archeradicatorth who are a bunch of pompouth highblood typeth, Subjuggulatorth which are indigo and if you thee a clown here haul ath the other way...

Cavalreaperth aren't the wortht you could find- they do a lot of animal riding crap and they tend to be lowblooded which ithn't thurprising. They wield lanceth, generally. Anyway, thith guy ith apparently the head general- god, if Eth knew about him, he'd flip hith goddamn thit in excitement- anyway apparently he heard about all of uth when he wath younger.

Edited 2015-02-07 00:39 (UTC)

Sort of like a story? [TJ asked, curious.] Were you the good guys or the bad guys?

Good. Apparently, uh, tho good... I gueth we inthpired him. I mean, that'sth what he'th thaying. [More awkward pauses, almost uncharacteristically shy.] Called uth. Uh. Heroeth.

[The curiousness in TJ's voice melted immediately into a smile.]

Why do you sound so wigged out by that? That's what you were, weren't you?

I wath thome athole who tagged along and yelled at them when they were all being dumb- I'm jutht- I don't feel like a hero.

Eth wath a hero, and altho a moron, I'm not thurprised at that, and Dolo wath a badath and Dii ith at perfect highblood-bulge-punching height... I get them.

Jutht... hard to thee why I'm counted.

Aight, well... I ain't Alternian, but I heard this story a few times now.

[Even if Psii couldn't see him, TJ adjusted himself on the couch, counting off on his fingers one by one.]

You were a slave, got yourself freed, endured all sorts of crap but joined up with a revolution anyway, you weren't scared into keepin' up the status quo...

Karmin n' your other friends, they did amazin' things, don't get me wrong. But correct me if I'm wrong... they challenged a lot of shit, but did any of 'em ever break out of the institutions they were fightin' against? Like really break out of 'em?

If I were a slave gettin' the piss takin' out of me on the daily, I think I know who'd inspire me most. But that's just me.

...Thay thit like that and people will thtart to think I'm a bigger badath than I really am...

[But he's not exactly arguing. If anything, he sounds a little abashed.]

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