[Theatrical Muse: If you could find out one single fact about every person you met...]
If you could find out one single fact about every person you met, what fact would you want to know?
Am I gonna hafta killya?
I just think that's the thing that can affect a relationship the most, y'know? It'd be goodta have that out at the beginning: Are y'evil? Willya try and kill my friends, threaten my world, bring about the apocalypse, any of that toy? 'Cause ifya are, I'd liketa get the killin' over and done with right away
The Slayer's supposedta get this special feeling about evil thin's. She should be able to detect lurks an' stuff usin' her instinct alone. Useful skill, that, 'cause lurks can look like normal humans if they wanna. Mosta them don't, nowadays, but they can, like Harth does. Me, I'd be happy just bein' able t'tell a normal demon from a radie, given the people I deal with on a daily basis. But no, I'm special. That part of the Slayer package went to big brother. For me, each time's a judgment call.
An' it's not exactly somethin' y'can ask straight up, is it? “Hi, goodta meetcha. Are y'evil?” Not really the best way t'start an acquaintance, right? Never mind that most people would lie. Or take too long t'answer. I'm tellin'ya, y'don't know pain until you've heard a hired thug goin' on about the subjectivity of morality and the 'false dichotomy of good and evil', whatever that toy's supposedta mean. I just wanna know if I'm gonna end up killin' ya. Don't need a lecture.
'Cause there's nothin' more annoyin' than meetin' someone, getting' t'know 'em, workin' with 'em, maybe even formin' a friendship, then havin' em murder someone you were supposedta look after, and you havin' t'kill them. That can really ruin your day, and I'd like it to stop happenin'.
'Course, it's always more complicated than that. But I kinda wish it weren't. Much as I like my life, much as I enjoy the fight, my job, bein' the Slayer, it'd be rocketship if it were all much simpler. If people would let me know right away: Am I gonna hafta kill 'em?
Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon's Fray
Word count: 358
Am I gonna hafta killya?
I just think that's the thing that can affect a relationship the most, y'know? It'd be goodta have that out at the beginning: Are y'evil? Willya try and kill my friends, threaten my world, bring about the apocalypse, any of that toy? 'Cause ifya are, I'd liketa get the killin' over and done with right away
The Slayer's supposedta get this special feeling about evil thin's. She should be able to detect lurks an' stuff usin' her instinct alone. Useful skill, that, 'cause lurks can look like normal humans if they wanna. Mosta them don't, nowadays, but they can, like Harth does. Me, I'd be happy just bein' able t'tell a normal demon from a radie, given the people I deal with on a daily basis. But no, I'm special. That part of the Slayer package went to big brother. For me, each time's a judgment call.
An' it's not exactly somethin' y'can ask straight up, is it? “Hi, goodta meetcha. Are y'evil?” Not really the best way t'start an acquaintance, right? Never mind that most people would lie. Or take too long t'answer. I'm tellin'ya, y'don't know pain until you've heard a hired thug goin' on about the subjectivity of morality and the 'false dichotomy of good and evil', whatever that toy's supposedta mean. I just wanna know if I'm gonna end up killin' ya. Don't need a lecture.
'Cause there's nothin' more annoyin' than meetin' someone, getting' t'know 'em, workin' with 'em, maybe even formin' a friendship, then havin' em murder someone you were supposedta look after, and you havin' t'kill them. That can really ruin your day, and I'd like it to stop happenin'.
'Course, it's always more complicated than that. But I kinda wish it weren't. Much as I like my life, much as I enjoy the fight, my job, bein' the Slayer, it'd be rocketship if it were all much simpler. If people would let me know right away: Am I gonna hafta kill 'em?
Muse: Melaka Fray
Fandom: Joss Whedon's Fray
Word count: 358