twelve [written/action] | Saturday at a less silly time

[imatreenow]

[It isn't easy, having your eyes pried open and forced to look at a truth you never wanted to see. A few days have passed since Martel looked straight at him and explained that what he had done was wrong, and each minute since then as crawled by slowly, weighed down with tension. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong... The word echoes off the walls of

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1/2 voice. because mun can definitely read words definitely.

[one_green_eye]

[The filter is noted with interest; the question even more so. He observes a few answers, before adding his own. The sentiment of the anonymous stranger is a very familiar one, and always worth answering if there's a chance it's not an inflexible one.]
Most living creatures are afraid of things that are different-- human or otherwise. Wild animals and usually rational people will often behave the same way, confronted by something they don't understand. Something different or confusing might threaten instability, and in cases like that fear often turns to anger, or violence.

[a sigh, and smoke mixed with it] Seldom for a good end.

2/2 ....and nothing of value was lost.

[one_green_eye]

[his tone grows a little more pointed-- but if it's because he's imagining visions of the demon of rage in Moro's world-- or a bruised woman in a room full of shattered glass-- that's his business]

But Luceti is different. Here the same race that might have been the persecutor in one world, might be the persecuted of another. And in some cases, that same race might come from some rare place where prejudice and violence are completely unfamiliar.

[a pause, another thread of smoke exhaled] So maybe our personal experiences don't amount to much here, at all.

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[imatreenow]

[...Ah. Yet another familiar face; it puts him at unease.] Such a perfect world is not possible, unless it is a world whose inhabitants are all of the same race. With no differences between people, there is no hatred born from fear, and no discrimination.

[He remains perplexed at the notion that many here seem to hold, that this world is unlike any other in this regard. It doesn't make sense. Take people from countless filthy worlds to piece together a new one, and the new one should be just as vile.] If the people here are from worlds much like you described, what changes when they come together in this environment?

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[one_green_eye]

Even that wouldn't be enough. [he leans back, half in frame] In my world, I live in a place inhabited by humans of the same race; but even the difference of living in different villages-- or being from different families-- can set people against one another.

[pause] Then again, sometimes people do just the opposite.

And the change here might not be so much within the people who show up-- but the environment itself. Take away people's families, their goals and livelihoods-- but also their fears, the weight of war, their enemies-- and can you really expect them to behave just the same way? Maybe in some respects. But we're shaped by our surroundings.

[Written]

[honorthecode]

My family, myself and one other are the only mutants on our world. The rest of the population are humans. We're seen as monsters or aliens, having to hide from them. Two alien invasions haven't helped our situation.

Despite this. We do have a few friends at home that are human. Despite this, we always helped any humans that were in need.

[Written]

[imatreenow]

['Mutants' again. Interesting.] What would compel you to help humans who think so lowly of you?

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[honorthecode]

Because it's the right thing to do. Especially when no one else is around to help.

[It's truly a thankless job, but they did it anyway.]

[Written]

[imatreenow]

You owe them nothing. It would be of greater benefit to you to simply let them suffer, or even perish.

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[falenandawn]

[Sometime while Mithos is out and about, he might spot Frey heading into community building 4, of all places, with a bag bulging with... stuffed toys.]

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[imatreenow]

[He's coming out of the woods near the front of the building when he sees Frey slip through the doors. Mithos knows which building this is - he's been there before, that time Kaori was sick and he had kept her company. His eyes narrow as a dozen suspicions arise immediately. But he hesitates.

He's hurt and confused, and the confusion aggravates his bitterness. A part of him would gladly trade Kaori's understanding if it meant that Martel could see eye to eye with him. That she could see what his own sister could not... Of course he doesn't resent Kaori, he resents...he isn't sure what exactly. Maybe that's the problem: there's nowhere to put all the resentment he feels. ...He can't let her get hurt, though. He's sure of that. She's been hurt enough, and if he can do something to prevent it, then he will.

So he silently follows Frey inside.]

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[falenandawn]

[frey doesn't even notice Mithos following, because while he has gotten better about being a bit more aware of his surroundings, he's a bit preoccupied with that bag of toys that sems to want to fall all over the stairs if it isn't give his full attention.

Once he reaches Kaori's apartment, he'll unlock the door and head in, having procured the key from somewhere in there ages ago.

He leaves the door unlocked, though, not seeing a point in locking it if he'll only be there for a short while.]

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[imatreenow]

[Careful to remain unheard and unseen, Mithos opens the door a few moments after Frey enters and slips through. What are you up to, human?]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Written]

[imatreenow]

[...He hadn't thought about you. He'll have to be careful, to avoid making his identity obvious. He can't be sure of how much Dhaos knows about him.]

I am from one such world. The humans there like to think themselves better than all others. They have declared their own race to be the standard, while all others are abnormal and therefore inferior.

[He stares long and hard at the first part, though. A single race - angels, of course. The Derris-Kharlan of the future is a close replication of the world he had attempted to bring into existence on Tethe'alla and Sylvarant. There shouldn't be discrimination of any sort...] Elaborate on the discrimination you see in your own world.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Written]

[imatreenow]

[...The pettiness he associates with humans, rampant among Derris-Kharlan's angels? That can't be right; angels are supposed to be the perfect race. He can't exactly ask about it without giving himself away, though. He fishes.]

Surely the path to tolerance lies in eliminating the differences between people, and all being of the same race is a crucial step. [Martel may not think so, but...it's what he strived for, for all those years, and he refuses to believe it was wrong or in vain.]

[Written]

[tsuntrader]

[...Normally, he isn't one to respond to these and can settle on just browsing through the comments, but... Hm. He'll at least obscure his little image with a glove. No need to let his face identify his opinion in a place with a bunch of dangerous individuals of all kinds of unknown shapes, sizes, powers, and mentalities.]

Any living being can help or hurt any other living being, regardless of species.

[Written]

[imatreenow]

[...How clever, for the responder to obscure his own picture. It takes away some of the comfort that comes with knowing precisely to whom he's speaking while knowing his own identity is secure, but...no matter.]

Would you care to elaborate?

[Written]

[tsuntrader]

If everyone is capable of the same kinds of things regardless of age, race, beliefs, species, gender, or whatever applies, throwing individuals into categories and reacting based on what they might do, are capable of, or even the majority of them have done is stupid. You might as well react the same way to everyone, because everyone can do the same basic things.

It's good to be aware the differences between whatever you'd like to categorize different people under, but treating them any differently because you expect them to act a certain way is stupid. I judge everyone individually, exercising the same premise of caution. I'll just as quickly trust a little kid, disarming cat, or someone my age as I would trust someone twice my age with far more experience than me or a twenty foot tall dragon.

[Written]

[imatreenow]

So you hardly use discretion when it comes to your own safety and well-being. I won't disagree that all people are capable of hurting others, regardless of race, but in that case, would it not be most prudent to avoid everyone? Yet you foolishly give others the benefit of the doubt and throw your trust away without care.