[EVENT | Week 9, Day 3 ] Master Network Post
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This post is for all visiting characters! You can use this master network post as the network itself and have your character make video, voice, or text posts to the network. Just mark in the subject line whether it is video/voice/text! Feel free to thread jump, comment spam, etc.
HAVE FUN!
[Again, it is the skill of knowing how to read that makes Spirit doubt his judgment for just a precious few seconds. Hesitation, it isn't always a good sign. But years and years have taught Spirit to always trust his gut when logic and reason start to turn murky.
(And you want to give him a chance don't you? This mercy and those soft parts of you that you cannot - refuse - to allow to harden? You know one day, it's going to bite you in the ass.)
The suspicion does not fade, but now, Spirit is sitting down, on high alert with the Hitomi propped up against a hole in a tree. He raises both hands and makes a show like he does not get it.
Except he he wants to get it, he wants to understand it. And now this man is angry, genuinely angry, with those lines of emotions that signifies hurt, present in eyes that are searching or had been ... excited?
Silly thoughts pop in left and right. Did this man stalk him? Hold some sort of interest in him that does not involve his family or his colleagues?
Spirit's mind goes far and wide and searches for all possibilities.]
Then what's with that face? Like a kicked dog! Either you're not lying or you're just upset that I do not return your torrid and passionate affections.
[Bottomline, Spirit is at a loss and he's never been in this position. Helplessness is not something he particularly likes.]
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[The familiar insult escapes from him, and the anger is coiled tightly around the word, lacking the lightness familiarity it always carried.]
Why do you think--why do you think I'm angry?!
[But with the anger is hurt again, a broken, nearly hysterical sort of hurt of someone who is hoping against hope that a practical joke on some grand scale has been played on them]
You're talking to me like, like some sort of fucking enemy spy when we were--
[The word dies in his throat again, but this time he's determined. It takes several moments of struggle, but he finally manages to whisper it quietly] friend.
[He feels a pang of guilt gnaw almost as soon as he says it, because it almost feels presumptuous, to call them that when Spirit had not referred to him as such, back in Anatole, and he flinches a little, draws into himself unconsciously.
But there's still something in his eyes that is wild and plaintive and desperate, and somehow he needs this Spirit who doesn't (and never will) remember him to accept that he's telling the truth instead of regarding him with suspicion. Maybe it's just a fear of being alone again.]
...I have told you everything I know about you. Would you...be more inclined to believe me if I told you about myself? There is a principle the alchemists have, where I am from, known as Equivalent Exchange. I believe information about myself...is an equal trade for what I know about you.
[And it's all he has, to give.]
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