bad rap

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bad rap

The things we become known for aren’t always what we’d like to be known for. Reputations are hard to run from. Sometimes they’re not even deserved. So here’s your chance to set the record straight. Clear up some misplaced assumptions, debunk any rumours about yourself and defy your stereotypes.

how to play:

Top level with something(s) your character is tired of people assuming about them, blaming them for, or pigeonholing them about, etc. Say it in person or over text.

Comment on any surprising, or not so surprising declarations.

Comments

[reorienting]

[As relatively mild as his expression is, there's a hellava lot of sadness bottled up in there. His voice remains steady, if hesitant, but he aches.]

Clara used to tell me something like that, too. I believed her... It's my fault she's dead.

If I wasn't what I am, she wouldn't have died the way she did.

If my mother had told me I was her little experiment before she fled with me, I might have known to be careful, somehow, but...

Even if I had known, there was no information in Igaes biology. Not until I started strapping my own cells to slides.

I feel like I should have suspected something when I was younger. What normal kid loses their eye color at the age of seven?

[lacrimose]

[True to form, Akira begins to tear up.]

But you can still control it. Isn't that what you're doing right now?

I'm sure she told you that because she believed in you.

[reorienting]

I am. But she had no idea what I was. She was-- my best friend, and my protector. And I could not protect her from myself.

[Glenn smells the tears before he sees them fully, such small movements as they are. His brow furrows in confusion. A strange, purr-clicking sound rises up in his chest before he can help it, trying to convey comfort without words. Even so, tears spill down his face before he can stop it, and he takes a shaky breath, forcing his voice back into calmness, in spite of his intensely blurry vision.

[Getting too emotional is what killed her, after all.

[The wetness as it drips down his cheeks and lands on the mask makes it more visible, though it's so fine that the water doesn't pass through it, but sits atop of the gossamer-like material.]

...The world feels like it is made of wet paper. The slightest touch and I will ruin it all. And were I to dress myself like you do, I would infect anyone near me with my... disease.

[He looks towards his feet with a heavy sigh, blinking rapidly to try to clear his vision, though it's still futile for the moment.]

..Sorry. I try not to talk about this. I did not mean to make you cry.

[lacrimose]

If it ever happened again, if you lost control... You have me now. I'd fight you.

[Akira hadn't meant to make him cry, either, but it's too late to take it back now. The tears are falling in earnest now. He's not happy about it, but it's all he can really offer, besides his tears.]

I'm strong enough to stand up against you.

[reorienting]

[Even though he's hurting, there's the urge to offer comfort. He clicks again, soft and low, the sound rumbling through him like a rickety cat's purr, even though the sound is more like a strange chittering.]

Maybe you could. Igaes are notoriously strong. We regenerate very quickly. We can even recreate parts that we have lost, if we have enough matter to use.

[But he's not about to ask if the younger lad can kill him or not. That's too heavy a burden for anyone to bear.]

But I cannot ask you to take on such a burden. It is my duty to never let my emotions overwhelm me so much ever again.

[He was young and inexperienced. A flood of "only" a hundred lives was still too many.]

...Do you hate me?