[her eyes flick to the stolen onion ring, watching through the entire journey away from her plate and to a foreigner's mouth. betrayal. she'll remember this.
a blink, processing the words, and she refocuses, swallowing the cheekful of chewed-up food in a loud gulp.]
I can do a lot of stuff, thanks. It's a matter of knowing what's right to do. If I just blindly start doing things... [she trails off, shrugging, then noshes down again.]
No, not like ever, just... in most situations. It's a nuanced topic, like you said. Knowing what's right to do all the time isn't something any of us know. I definitely don't.
There's a difference though, between not knowing and blindly doing.
[hmph!] Now I know you think I'm stupid. Thanks! [she picks up a pancake, picks up the steak, puts the steak atop the pancake stack, puts the other cake atop that. sandwich.
[This guy smells really easy to bully, Knife thinks, languidly chewing the mess of dough and meat, nose scrunching. But he also might secretly be able to explode my guts. Fuck. How would Antigone actually deal with this? Doesn't she usually just...glare sullenly at people while slurping chocolate milk?
after a few generous bites:] It's okay, Jayce. When people have lowered expectations-- [gulp. pause to slurp some water.] --you can get away with a lot more without the hassle. [she wipes her muzzle with her sleeve.]
'Cuz people don't expect you to do anything useful, you know?
[And this strikes a chord in him, irritation bubbling a little under the surface as Antigone just casually says something he finds so distasteful.]
Yeah I get that mind set, but at some point it gets old. You do that enough, and you lose people's trust, and their respect goes with it. It didn't matter I was doing well in the classes I cared about, because I skipped half the ones I didn't, and fell asleep in the ones I stuck around for- and then the assignments pile up, and then they just expect it from you. Incompetence, failure to follow through. Waste of talent, waste of space.
It doesn't matter what you're good at, at that point. They don't trust you to even do that part right.
[He's not supposed to talk about it, he's not supposed to talk about it-]
Magic. Using magic with science.
[...Okay, Jayce, just be vague about it. You can't get in trouble for just mentioning that part. Other people use magic and science together too. Gorgug! Like Gorgug.]
And I already did, to anyone it mattered to. That's why I know pretending you don't care what people think about you, doesn't work out long term.
[her head cocks to the side. the hammer drop doesn't really resonate with Knife, considering they're...rather devoid of the context the weight of that drop would entail.
rather, they fixate on "long-term":] How long-term? Like, how old are you? Half-elf kinda guy? Nephilim?
[it's almost like..........superhero names.................................................................anyway]
Creative, right. [her tone's already flattened to dismissive while picking at the breading of an onion ring and slurping out its slimy guts.] Anyway, this wasn't bad. Thanks.
[Um he's going to go by DEFENDER actually!! so much more cool. definitely not a name a kid would think up.]
You're welcome.
[And he means it. There is unfortunately, just this sense of utter sincerity coming from him right now.]
I'll let you finish your meal. If you really need to find me again before next week, and you don't want to use the network, there's a forge in Ochreward. Leave me a note there and I'll get back to you.
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a blink, processing the words, and she refocuses, swallowing the cheekful of chewed-up food in a loud gulp.]
I can do a lot of stuff, thanks. It's a matter of knowing what's right to do. If I just blindly start doing things... [she trails off, shrugging, then noshes down again.]
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[He's not sure he believes that.]
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Right and wrong can vary place to place, situation to situation.
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beat.]
...What. Like, ever?
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There's a difference though, between not knowing and blindly doing.
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she's going to eat it like this. it's fine.]
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What did I say...??
[Speaking of someone who doesn't know what's right to do all the time. He's too shocked to comment on the horrible sandwich.]
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after a few generous bites:] It's okay, Jayce. When people have lowered expectations-- [gulp. pause to slurp some water.] --you can get away with a lot more without the hassle. [she wipes her muzzle with her sleeve.]
'Cuz people don't expect you to do anything useful, you know?
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Yeah I get that mind set, but at some point it gets old. You do that enough, and you lose people's trust, and their respect goes with it. It didn't matter I was doing well in the classes I cared about, because I skipped half the ones I didn't, and fell asleep in the ones I stuck around for- and then the assignments pile up, and then they just expect it from you. Incompetence, failure to follow through. Waste of talent, waste of space.
It doesn't matter what you're good at, at that point. They don't trust you to even do that part right.
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So? [blink.] What do you gotta prove, anyway? And to who?
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Magic. Using magic with science.
[...Okay, Jayce, just be vague about it. You can't get in trouble for just mentioning that part. Other people use magic and science together too. Gorgug! Like Gorgug.]
And I already did, to anyone it mattered to. That's why I know pretending you don't care what people think about you, doesn't work out long term.
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rather, they fixate on "long-term":] How long-term? Like, how old are you? Half-elf kinda guy? Nephilim?
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[He gestures to himself.]
Do I look like an elf to you? I'm thirty-one. Thirty-two, actually. My birthday was yesterday.
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Oookay, Mister long-term consequences. Got it.
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[The childishness is jumping out.]
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[He really is too easy to bully.]
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Yeesh. Okay, reel it back. It's not like I can afford someone to be growin' on me or vice versa, right?
she clears her throat, waving a hand.] Nah nah nah, forget that. It's already out of my head.
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[He's so bad at resisting a nickname, though. He's so bad at it. Even if it means he gets his own shitty one in return.]
Short-Stack, huh?
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Creative, right. [her tone's already flattened to dismissive while picking at the breading of an onion ring and slurping out its slimy guts.] Anyway, this wasn't bad. Thanks.
[see? look how fucking knice Knife can be!]
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You're welcome.
[And he means it. There is unfortunately, just this sense of utter sincerity coming from him right now.]
I'll let you finish your meal. If you really need to find me again before next week, and you don't want to use the network, there's a forge in Ochreward. Leave me a note there and I'll get back to you.
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...You make weapons? Like, knives and such?
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[Says the guy who has made like six or seven weapons at this point.]
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pouting:] So much for collaboration...!
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ty for good thread c''':
yes!! it was fun!! thank you for sharing your drawings!! 🥹