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[topofadmiration]

It is fitting that Lucivar and Melou should have spoken of Miranda's propensity for trouble-- she has gone this day to search out Frankenstein's monster. Not, naturally, that she knows that that is the owner of the monster; she knows only that it is a monster, and a chance to, perhaps, atone for the wrongs done to another monster that she knew.

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[alchemicaladam]

The Monster, having by some miracle resisted its nature and not destroyed anything or killed anyone yet, will be sulking outside, just within the tree line, where no sun can touch it. Really, really sulking. Grumbling quietly, looking around fiercely, the whole shebang.

[topofadmiration]

[She comes quietly through the trees, not because she means to surprise him, but simply because that is how she comes. Several paces away, she stops, and watches him]

[alchemicaladam]

It looks up after a few moments and glares at her. After a few more moments, it says in that angrysad watery voice, Have you come to challenge my resolve not to harm you by torturing me with your youthful beauty? The typist hopes it's evident that The Monster means that in a completely non-sexual way. We don't know if it even has a libido, come to think of it.

[topofadmiration]

[she shakes her head. shyly--] I but wondered-- who was't that taught thee speech?

[alchemicaladam]

scoffing, sure she isn't really taking an interest, You find my speech faulty and improper? Would you have me change it to better suit you? "Am I some kind of funny clown, here for your amusement?"

[topofadmiration]

[shakes her head again, more fervently] O, no, 'tis passing fine!

[alchemicaladam]

A pause; that's not ordinary fear, that's "I don't want you to get me wrong" fear. It doesn't really know that sort of fear, but it knows it's not the ordinary kind. Then... Why have you asked this of me?

[topofadmiration]

I did but wonder.

[alchemicaladam]

Another pause, then sadly I learned to speak through watching a family, one of great beauty, go about their wonderful daily lives. I read books that they owned and mimicked their patterns of speech... now with that usual rage, and when I tried to introduce myself to them, they attempted to kill me! I fled them and never saw them any more. Until I got here, and the beautiful youth's beautiful wife fled me again!

[topofadmiration]

[looks down] I am sorry.

[alchemicaladam]

Utter confusion! It... was not your doing.

[topofadmiration]

I know it. But I am sorry it was done.

[alchemicaladam]

... You are... sorry for something you did not do?

[topofadmiration]

[she nods, unsure]

[alchemicaladam]

It hasn't even mastered being sorry for what it has done.

After a moment, it speaks, bitterly, but not so angrily as usual. Did you seek me out for a purpose?

[topofadmiration]

[she almost shies away, but wills herself not to] But to ask where it was thou didst learn to speak. And-- [hesitates] --hast thou a name?