I thought you'd be getting it once you saw what I've been stuck with.
[Sorry, Megamind, if you're interested in that first one, you're going to have to be waiting until Ryn's in her own form again.]
It's really fucking hard to show expressions like this, so you'll just have to take my word that I'm sort of smiling, but still really fucking irritated.
[Oh he does, Ryn. He does. But uh. You might have to make the move on that one.]
Ah. Yes. Yes, of course – I do understand Ryn – really, I do.
[He just seems to have gotten lucky with his lot this time – being obviously alien in nature, he’s not all that perturbed to be transformed into what looks like another alien. It’s really no big.
He’s still gaping at her though, watching jaws clack.]
You would be stupendous in a horror movie, I think.
I suspect I would. Could be making a bloody fortune here, if only we had the technology to do it.
[In all honesty, it's not just the skeleton, though not having, well, anything at all except bones is unnerving enough.
It's the reminder. She knows, or at the very least, she's strongly suspecting, that this is what she was painted as back in the days when they called her the Reaper.]
I don't suppose you have any personal connection to your current form?
[He looks down at himself and frowns. He looks -- well. Different. There's a smattering of what could possibly resemble tiger stripes and good gracious he has...hair.
And a tail.]
Ah. No. Unless you consider the fact that I am currently still blue and an alien.
[That makes him freeze and stare at her, jaw clenching just a little as he tries not to take that personally.]
Perhaps…while I am in this form, you are correct.
[Because in his normal, blue, big headed form – he is very much alone in the universe. A few breaths, and his tension – and memories – are smoothed away, and the subject deflected back to her.]
I’ve heard…mentionings. Minion always went on and on about human things, I barely paid much mind – I was far to busy working on plans, construction weapons to destroy the city to listen.
[She frowns at that, brow furrowing in confusion.]
Yes, of course that's what I was-
[And then she cuts off. She'd assumed in his own form, he'd already been perfectly aware of that, known his planet and people and such. But his tone, there, implies something very different.]
Oh.
[She wants to ask him about it, which in itself is something a bit strange. Ryn's more used to sliding past stuff like this, not wanting to pry further, but she finds she's wanting to know more about him.
But she's not sure he'd be open to prying, and he's already asking about the Reaper thing, so she doesn't, though she does file it away for later.]
Yes. The Grimm Reaper's the bringer of death, usually depicted as a skeleton, with a black cloak and a scythe.
[Rather like the one she has tattooed on her back, in her normal form.]
[He's both relieved and disappointed she doesn't press, but he lets the subject go. Right then, though, he decides that should she ask, he will tell her.
It's not information that he has shared with anyone else at the Keep. He's barely told anyone anything about him.]
Yes. That is what my understanding of it was. My question is how on earth that would represent you?
[HE thinks maybe he knows, but he lifts a brow at her, pending confirmation.]
[Not to worry, Megamind, she'll be pressing him about it some point in the future. Likely out of the blue, when she remembers that she'd wanted to know and decides to go for it.]
I've not always been just a healer. Some years ago, I - worked with some fuckers who thought I should take a much more proactive approach to using my abilities. I didn't object.
[That's a bit of an understatement. She'd been proud of it, back then.]
I'm not just a healer. The energy I use to heal injuries, it has to be coming from somewhere. Usually I take it from my own, but I can take it from damn near anywhere.
[The full explanation of her powers didn't used to bother her, but it does now.]
Something of an asset in battle, when any injuries they inflicted on us disappeared and wound up on them instead.
Those I worked with were only interested in it as far as they could use it to their fucking advantage. Make people fear them. It's where the name 'Reaper' came from.
[And it's why the skeleton fucking bothers her, though she knows it shouldn't. Or at least, not this much.]
[She doesn't entirely believe that, but the fact that Megamind is saying it means more than she was expecting.]
Of course I do. Being angry at the jackass who claims to run this place for fucking with us is always a valid point.
[Stupid fucking castle. She looks away briefly.]
I - thank you. I've not told that to... anyone, really.
[That's something of a fucking surprise to realize, but it's true. Anyone who knows back home knows because they'd been there, not because she'd told them.]
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[Bloody castle.]
The door'll be open, just make sure you get it closed again quick.
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Of course.
[Now just let him haul ass to her room and slide in, whirling to snap it shut behind him.
...Don't mind the tail whipping into things, Ryn.
He turns back to face her, letting his eyes adjust.
Then he shrieks.]
By the Maker!
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And then he screams at her, and she grimaces. Not that it's all that readable, considering she's not currently in possession in much of a face.]
Yeah, that was pretty much my fucking reaction.
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I just wasn't -- wasn't expecting -- a little warning--
[Trying desperately to compose himself.]
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I didn't want to mention - this -
[She gestures at herself.]
Over those damn things. Can't blame you for your reaction when it was the same bloody one I had.
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[Trying not to stare in horror. A TALKING SKELETON.]
Well, ah -- it gives us an excellent chance to bone -- bond. Bond!
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[Sorry, Megamind, if you're interested in that first one, you're going to have to be waiting until Ryn's in her own form again.]
It's really fucking hard to show expressions like this, so you'll just have to take my word that I'm sort of smiling, but still really fucking irritated.
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Ah. Yes. Yes, of course – I do understand Ryn – really, I do.
[He just seems to have gotten lucky with his lot this time – being obviously alien in nature, he’s not all that perturbed to be transformed into what looks like another alien. It’s really no big.
He’s still gaping at her though, watching jaws clack.]
You would be stupendous in a horror movie, I think.
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And then she snorts softly.]
I suspect I would. Could be making a bloody fortune here, if only we had the technology to do it.
[In all honesty, it's not just the skeleton, though not having, well, anything at all except bones is unnerving enough.
It's the reminder. She knows, or at the very least, she's strongly suspecting, that this is what she was painted as back in the days when they called her the Reaper.]
I don't suppose you have any personal connection to your current form?
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[He looks down at himself and frowns. He looks -- well. Different. There's a smattering of what could possibly resemble tiger stripes and good gracious he has...hair.
And a tail.]
Ah. No. Unless you consider the fact that I am currently still blue and an alien.
[He stares at her.]
Do you?
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But yes, it is different.]
Somewhere, you're not an alien, you're the native to the planet, and everyone else is the aliens.
[And then she's silent for a moment, before she answers him honestly.]
Yes. I - there was a time in my life, when I was called the Reaper. Do you have stories of the Grim Reaper in your world?
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Perhaps…while I am in this form, you are correct.
[Because in his normal, blue, big headed form – he is very much alone in the universe. A few breaths, and his tension – and memories – are smoothed away, and the subject deflected back to her.]
I’ve heard…mentionings. Minion always went on and on about human things, I barely paid much mind – I was far to busy working on plans, construction weapons to destroy the city to listen.
…Has something to do with death, yes?
[Watching her closely.]
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Yes, of course that's what I was-
[And then she cuts off. She'd assumed in his own form, he'd already been perfectly aware of that, known his planet and people and such. But his tone, there, implies something very different.]
Oh.
[She wants to ask him about it, which in itself is something a bit strange. Ryn's more used to sliding past stuff like this, not wanting to pry further, but she finds she's wanting to know more about him.
But she's not sure he'd be open to prying, and he's already asking about the Reaper thing, so she doesn't, though she does file it away for later.]
Yes. The Grimm Reaper's the bringer of death, usually depicted as a skeleton, with a black cloak and a scythe.
[Rather like the one she has tattooed on her back, in her normal form.]
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It's not information that he has shared with anyone else at the Keep. He's barely told anyone anything about him.]
Yes. That is what my understanding of it was. My question is how on earth that would represent you?
[HE thinks maybe he knows, but he lifts a brow at her, pending confirmation.]
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I've not always been just a healer. Some years ago, I - worked with some fuckers who thought I should take a much more proactive approach to using my abilities. I didn't object.
[That's a bit of an understatement. She'd been proud of it, back then.]
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[He leans forward.]
Care to elaborate?
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[The full explanation of her powers didn't used to bother her, but it does now.]
Something of an asset in battle, when any injuries they inflicted on us disappeared and wound up on them instead.
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[Something he wants all the intricies of but he can see it bothers her.]
--Morbbidly fascinating.
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[She chuckles, though it's humorless.]
Those I worked with were only interested in it as far as they could use it to their fucking advantage. Make people fear them. It's where the name 'Reaper' came from.
[And it's why the skeleton fucking bothers her, though she knows it shouldn't. Or at least, not this much.]
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[Gestures to the whole skeleton thing.
Bothers you?
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[It's a bit more complicated than that, but that's the simplest answer. And probably also the most fucking honest she's been with anyone here.]
It's stupid, I'm aware, but I don't like being forcibly reminded of things I'm damn well trying to forget.
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Don't be ridiculous -- it's hardly stupid if it bothers you. Besides, you have a perfectly valid point.
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Of course I do. Being angry at the jackass who claims to run this place for fucking with us is always a valid point.
[Stupid fucking castle. She looks away briefly.]
I - thank you. I've not told that to... anyone, really.
[That's something of a fucking surprise to realize, but it's true. Anyone who knows back home knows because they'd been there, not because she'd told them.]
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He shifts, and watches her carefully. He feels...honored, to be on the receiving end of a secret.]
It will not leave this room.
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I didn't think it would. It's one of the reasons I told you.
[There's a moment's pause, then, as she considers.]
What you said before, about you being in your own form - do you not have a planet you call home?
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