"Well, I dislike such a dispersonal method, so far fewer than most would imagine." Kuroro took an appetiser again, flicking it up into the air and catching it in his mouth easily. "I'm not only interested in murder, you know. I do enjoy other things. I like parties in the conventional manner. Video games. Comic books. Movies with soppy endings. A good book; and terribly written trash, as long as it's the right kind of trash. Philosophy. Gardening." He let an amused puff of air out of his nose as he rested his chin back on his arms. "But it just so happens that killing people is my favorite thing. I suppose that makes me a bad person. Or, is it that I enjoy it being my favorite thing that makes me bad? Hmmm." Kuroro was speaking with his naturally soft and gentle voice, with the same tone that someone else would wonder aloud about why exactly they liked cheese and onion crisps more than ready salted. It's not that he thought of that sort of thing on the same level, it was just that murder was such a part of his life that freely discussing it came naturally to him, as did the action itself.
"It's all the same to me," Death said, and it had the simple ring of truth. She drew up her feet to sit cross-legged on the chair, and set her plate on her knee.
"There are those who'd say you're merely the agent of the Fates, acting as Atropos's shears." She looked over at the orchestra as the first violin rose for a solo, then back at Kuroro.
"Those people are incredibly depressing to talk to."
Kuroro's face remained completely and openly blank as he listened to her. The fact that she genuinely didn't care if or why he was a bad person, something he wasn't entirely certain of himself on either point, was such an interesting experience. Even the worst people he'd met at least wanted to know. "I can imagine. I hope I'm not anything like that. It makes it seem like I'm doing the universe a favour." He gently rubbed his chin in thought for a second or two. "Honestly, the whole idea of destiny and fate seems incredibly lazy to me. It doesn't particularly sway my belief that it probably exists on some level, but it's just so...Lame."
She smirked a little at that. "But Creation is doing you a favor by existing. It seems churlish not to lend a hand here and there." Death herself being integral to the functioning of reality, she had a point.
"Oh, Destiny's not lame." She shook her head. "He's blind."
"But killing people seems like such a pointless little favour. They'll die eventually without me. I'd be like one of those annoying people that hand you objects already in your reach." Kuroro pursed his lips and furrowed his brow at the Destiny comment. "I assume you're talking about a manifestation of the concept, like yourself. But it seems rather strange to me that Destiny, the quintessence of foresight, would be blind. It sounds like quite the mixed metaphor to me."
Are you in the UK? :|9debitumnaturaeOctober 18 2009, 20:42:08 UTC
"Variety! In the infinite worlds, someone has to die of something besides old age." It all made sense, in a way Death couldn't explain to anyone still on the breathing side of the grave.
She materialized a glass of wine for each of them, offering one to Kuroro. "Destiny's my big brother. Why would he need to see? He already knows what's going to happen." And so did she, when she felt like it, but sometimes it was more fun to be surprised.
It's the 'U' in favour, isn't it? Yeah, I am.nevergiveitbackOctober 18 2009, 21:01:52 UTC
Kuroro took the wine, uttering a thank you, and deciding not to hold it the correct way but how he personally liked, by grasping the bowl from underneath. He just thought it looked cooler than holding it by the stem, and honestly he didn't care if it warmed up the wine. "That's true, I suppose. But it all seems so cosmically petty. 'Quietly passing away surrounded by loved ones after living a full life isn't meant for them, get Kuroro to kick their face off.' I'm not complaining about my place in life, you understand, just the idea that what I'm doing is all part of some infinite ballet. It's all so pretentious, and what makes it worse is that it's real. It seems to me that it would be far better if it was all pointless and we did it anyway." 'Pointless, but going on anyway' was essentially Kuroro's philosophy on everything. Certainly he had goals, ambitions, things he liked and people he cared about. But he was quite certain that none of it mattered and human life was ultimately worthless objectively. "Big brother? Hmmm. I suppose destiny would come before death. Inanimate matter destined to becoming living matter, or something like that. Still seems like a bit of a messy metaphor, even if it is real, or as real as the manifestation of a concept is." He sipped at the wine, then paused, pleasantly surprised that it tasted exactly like Dul-Syn's 1945. He'd stolen a bottle four years ago and had been hoping to find more ever since. "You know, that's really quite good."
Your tagging schedule and "crisps," actually. Also, haven't been getting notifs for Death, sry. :(debitumnaturaeOctober 20 2009, 21:39:36 UTC
"You're a part of Creation. It's not as though we're bringing in non-union contractors." Death smirked, a little. It wasn't mean-spirited, but she was most definitely teasing.
"Metaphor? We are what we are." She shrugged. "If it resonates, it's because of you, not us." Just for a moment, Death fixed Kuroro with her unfathomably deep eyes. Then she looked down into her own glass, swirling the wine within. "I'm glad you like it."
Well, 'chips' sounds really weird, yo.nevergiveitbackOctober 21 2009, 15:30:26 UTC
"Yes, but the idea that my dirty little life has some sort of point is quite uncomfortable. It means there's a reason and a goal for me being me, even if that reason is 'there was a Kuroro shaped hole in the universe' or something simple like that."
Kuroro was going to reply, but just making eye contact like that sent his mind wild. It was amazing. It filled him with an incredible desire to kill someone, but just talking to Death was like the sweet feeling he got when he did. It balanced perfectly. But at the same time it flustered him. He was having real feelings and he hadn't done that, not properly, since he was eight years old. For the first time in a very long time, his face turned red, not because he had wanted it to but because his body reacted beyond his mind. It only lasted a few seconds, but he'd actually blushed. "Not as glad as I am to have been given it."
Kuroro took an appetiser again, flicking it up into the air and catching it in his mouth easily.
"I'm not only interested in murder, you know. I do enjoy other things. I like parties in the conventional manner. Video games. Comic books. Movies with soppy endings. A good book; and terribly written trash, as long as it's the right kind of trash. Philosophy. Gardening."
He let an amused puff of air out of his nose as he rested his chin back on his arms.
"But it just so happens that killing people is my favorite thing. I suppose that makes me a bad person. Or, is it that I enjoy it being my favorite thing that makes me bad? Hmmm."
Kuroro was speaking with his naturally soft and gentle voice, with the same tone that someone else would wonder aloud about why exactly they liked cheese and onion crisps more than ready salted. It's not that he thought of that sort of thing on the same level, it was just that murder was such a part of his life that freely discussing it came naturally to him, as did the action itself.
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"There are those who'd say you're merely the agent of the Fates, acting as Atropos's shears." She looked over at the orchestra as the first violin rose for a solo, then back at Kuroro.
"Those people are incredibly depressing to talk to."
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"I can imagine. I hope I'm not anything like that. It makes it seem like I'm doing the universe a favour."
He gently rubbed his chin in thought for a second or two.
"Honestly, the whole idea of destiny and fate seems incredibly lazy to me. It doesn't particularly sway my belief that it probably exists on some level, but it's just so...Lame."
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"Oh, Destiny's not lame." She shook her head. "He's blind."
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Kuroro pursed his lips and furrowed his brow at the Destiny comment.
"I assume you're talking about a manifestation of the concept, like yourself. But it seems rather strange to me that Destiny, the quintessence of foresight, would be blind. It sounds like quite the mixed metaphor to me."
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She materialized a glass of wine for each of them, offering one to Kuroro. "Destiny's my big brother. Why would he need to see? He already knows what's going to happen." And so did she, when she felt like it, but sometimes it was more fun to be surprised.
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"That's true, I suppose. But it all seems so cosmically petty. 'Quietly passing away surrounded by loved ones after living a full life isn't meant for them, get Kuroro to kick their face off.' I'm not complaining about my place in life, you understand, just the idea that what I'm doing is all part of some infinite ballet. It's all so pretentious, and what makes it worse is that it's real. It seems to me that it would be far better if it was all pointless and we did it anyway."
'Pointless, but going on anyway' was essentially Kuroro's philosophy on everything. Certainly he had goals, ambitions, things he liked and people he cared about. But he was quite certain that none of it mattered and human life was ultimately worthless objectively.
"Big brother? Hmmm. I suppose destiny would come before death. Inanimate matter destined to becoming living matter, or something like that. Still seems like a bit of a messy metaphor, even if it is real, or as real as the manifestation of a concept is."
He sipped at the wine, then paused, pleasantly surprised that it tasted exactly like Dul-Syn's 1945. He'd stolen a bottle four years ago and had been hoping to find more ever since.
"You know, that's really quite good."
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"Metaphor? We are what we are." She shrugged. "If it resonates, it's because of you, not us." Just for a moment, Death fixed Kuroro with her unfathomably deep eyes. Then she looked down into her own glass, swirling the wine within. "I'm glad you like it."
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Kuroro was going to reply, but just making eye contact like that sent his mind wild. It was amazing. It filled him with an incredible desire to kill someone, but just talking to Death was like the sweet feeling he got when he did. It balanced perfectly. But at the same time it flustered him. He was having real feelings and he hadn't done that, not properly, since he was eight years old. For the first time in a very long time, his face turned red, not because he had wanted it to but because his body reacted beyond his mind. It only lasted a few seconds, but he'd actually blushed.
"Not as glad as I am to have been given it."
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