No Good Deed...

[vicioussweetie]

Ow. What is wrong with people?! I was trying to be nice. At least I got to Jas without being too badly hurt. Seems he has a history with Cerves.

Katchoo's home. She gave me some very pretty presents.

A thought for today: being a genius has never made anyone smart.

Victor was playing switch-your-outfit with a friend of hers. She looked

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[rent_and_torn]

Which law of physics do you want to defy that you can't?

Do you have a childhood nickname?

What animal do you feel the strongest bond with? (not necessarily your favorite animal)

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[vicioussweetie]

Gravity.

If I did, I don't recall it.

Lions and wolves, for familial reasons.

[lostmysword]

"What do you collect?"

"Favourite book?"

"Since I'm on the subject, more or less...favourite language?"

[vicioussweetie]

"I collect all manner of things. Books, art, lace, beads, people...

"I don't think I could ever choose a single favorite. I love too many.

"I like the language that daisies speak in the spring."

[lostmysword]

"People? How does one collect actual people?"

"How about a top five?" He smiles.

"I must admit to never having heard that. What does it sound like?"

[vicioussweetie]

"One has a great many friends." She smiles. "Just five? Goodness. I'll try...Hmm. I love Fleurs du mal, The Sandman, Tale of Genji, the Book of Invasions, and the works of the brothers Grimm.

"It's very bubbly."

[jumpyspringy]

Does it weird you out even a little to talk to this past alternate of me? *The expression on his face makes it clear that he is quite weirded out by the idea of Little Morty running around.*

What's your favorite kind of present?

What made you decide that you were into men as well as women?

[vicioussweetie]

"Not in the least. I just wish it didn't make you feel so strange...

"The sort from the heart.

"You."

[jumpyspringy]

He's this tiny, innocent little boy that barely knows what the word 'mutant' means, but somehow he's me. What could be weirder?

*Her last answer stops him short.* Seriously?

[vicioussweetie]

"Yes. Seriously."

[greyfireson]

"Who is your people's greatest hero?

Who is your people's greatest villain?

And I can probably guess the answer, but would you rather lead from the battlefield, or direct from the command post?"

[vicioussweetie]

"It's very hard to answer the first two. I don't tend to think of the stories in those terms. And I'd rather lead from the battlefield."

[greyfireson]

He smiles. "That's what I thought.

What if I asked Who do your people admire, and who do they revile?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Those are very long lists."

[chill_whispers]

"My poor darling. Would you like any aid in tending your hands, changing the bandages?"

[vicioussweetie]

"New bandages would be good." She holds her hands out for inspection.

Inspection that will find they're healing much more quickly than they should, and not by magic either.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha carefully removes the bandages, cleaning the burns and very carefully applying a soothing salve. "Your hands seem magnets of misfortune, this month. At least these burns are not nearly so severe."

[vicioussweetie]

"Ah, yes, this is a bad month for hands."