foolishwren | 022. Action

Current Location: Violet City, a short distance from the Pokemon Center.

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022. Action

_{(ooc: Locked to Liquid, although because it's outdoors and in a semi-public area, others may have to endure overhearing some of the CAPSLOCK RAEG if they're nearby, so if you want to officially say that your character overheard Heather screaming "BAG OF DICK" or something, feel free.)]}

_{[After being gone from Violet for about a week, Heather's been making her way around the town. Checking up on things, tying up loose ends, y'know, the usual after you'd been gone for seven days, fighting flying alphabet soup and searching for kidnap victims.]

[Heather's usually a casual stroller, but today, there's an urgency in her walk and the shadows under her eyes say that she's stressed and in no mood to be deterred from whatever it is that she's doing. That something is looking for somebody. Not a kidnapped victim this time, though.]

[It's awhile before she thinks to actually check the Center-- because frankly, she was hoping to find him somewhere not so... public... but oh well. Sure enough, a short distance from the red-rooftopped building, she spots a familiar bare back and head of blond hair. Taking in a deep breath, she hastens her pace and calls out to get his attention.]}

Liquid!

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No. Not all people are as I am. But my brother and I... whatever humanity we could have laid claim to was gone long ago.

[Bitterness? He'd expected disgust.]

He took my life from me. He took my birthright, he took everything from me. The only way to regain it is to kill him!

_{[There was a possibility it could turn to disgust before this exchange was over.]}

That's not true.

That's not true at all.

The only birthright anybody has is that they're a person, and you can't take that away from somebody. And even if you could, getting it back by KILLING is kind of a contradiction.

We're not even IN any of our worlds anymore, why the hell can't you just DROP that and find a new life like he's doing, if you want what he has so much?

[Good. That's what he'd deserve.]

A person...? Didn't I tell you already, I was only ever a weapon? People are born; I was made.

What kind of life could I have? What is there for me to live for if not for my obsessions? All I know is the battlefield. All I live for is the weight of a gun in my hand. I will either become the perfect soldier-- the world's greatest soldier-- or die in the trying.

_{[... Something about that little description of him sends her hackles up. She knows he's talking about HIMSELF, but the implications crept towards home in a way she didn't like.]}

That doesn't matter.

Whether you were grown in a tube or inside somebody, you sure look human to me. Humans are flexible. They can find other things to do when the thing they were meant for is wrong, or doesn't work out. They learn.

What the hell is stopping you from learning?

Are you scared of it?

[She's hit home on him enough times that he ought to get close to it on her at least once, even if it was unintentionally.]

I'm not afraid of anything!

[Hit a nerve there, Heather.]

_{[Yeah, and she's not as emotionally untouchable as she'd like to think. It doesn't help that she's exhausted and not quite on top of her game.]}

Oh really?

'Cuz it sure seems that way to me.

Otherwise you wouldn't get so fucking bent outta shape at all of this.

I. Am not.

[Really hit a nerve.]

I am not bent out of bloody shape, I'm furious that I'm being stonewalled by-- tch!

[By people who shouldn't matter. He should have been able to brush Otacon aside as though he was nothing; he shouldn't have cared about a word that came from Heather's mouth.]

Stonewalled?

The only thing anybody's asked you to do is just... open up your mind a bit and realize how many options you actually have!

The only person stonewalling you is-- ... is yourself, by carrying on with this whole... 'GRR I AM A WEAPON I CAN ONLY KILL GRRR' bullshit!

_{[That's right, Liquid. She called your perceived life's meaning 'bullshit'. Are you gonna take that? Or set her straight with a good, old-fashioned speech?]}

I've never had options! I've never had a choice to be anything other than what I am!

I was made to be a killer, to have the kind of instincts and reactions that make me a perfect weapon. It was programmed into me on a genetic level-- I cannot resist what was written into my very genes. I am... a monster created from the hubris of science, an abomination of nature. And you're surprised that I can be nothing but a weapon, knowing my origins? Knowing how I was... manufactured?

I was made, like a knife or a gun, and what can either of those do but what they were made for? A knife will cut whether or not anyone wishes its purpose to be otherwise. A gun kills. The only way to change this is to destroy them so that they cannot perform their functions.

[The only way to make Liquid other than he was is to make him a corpse.]

I cannot be anything other than what I was made as-- you cannot change a thing's nature.

_{[Oh boy. She'd known it was coming, and yet she'd had to poke that sore spot anyway. Why don't you ever learn, Mason?]

[As Liquid launched into his spiel, Heather threw up her hands, turning to the side and pacing-- well, sort of pacing. Walked back and forth in tight little lines, like a caged tiger, with one hand to her temple and a really, really annoyed expression on her face.]}

Yeah.... yeah... yeah, maybe you were made to be a gun--

_{[And then soooomething inside Heather's frazzled, overworked brain put on goggles, said 'Fuck this shit', and hit a switch.]}

You know what I was made to be? A fucking DOOMSDAY DEVICE. That's what I was born as, but I decided I had BETTER shit to do!

_{[... And then she looked sort of surprised at herself. That... had totally been supposed to come out as 'But that's wrong, you can decide to be something else!' Whoops.]}

[Well, that threw Liquid for a loop.]

...a what?

_{[Ffffffuuuuu...]}

Nothing.

_{[It was said hastily. And obviously Heather was not a bad liar, but she was a bad cover-up-blatant-slip-up- ... er.]}

Can we get back to the point?

Doomsday devices are generally not nothing.

[Nope, he's not going to let them get back to the point.]

... Okay, fine.

But the point is, what you were born as doesn't matter. What you were meant to be doesn't matter. You're a person. Not a weapon. Once someone makes another person, the ball's in that person's court, not theirs. It's not like making a gun or a knife. Those things don't have minds.

_{[And maybe if she talked enough, Liquid would be distracted.]}

And if they made something monstrous instead of a person?

[What kind of options would an abomination to nature have?]

I know that you're trying to divert me from what you said. I'm not going to drop that off so easily.

[Remember his bloody-minded stubbornness? It wasn't limited to just one thing.]

_{[Heather turned her head look him in the eye. Her brows were furrowed. She was checking, wordlessly, to see if he was serious about that.]}

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[He was serious about it-- about both things, in fact. And he wasn't referring to anyone but himself when he spoke of abominations unto nature; what else could he be but that? What was he but something that science had made and taken and twisted until it broke?]

Well?

... Okay. Fine. We can do it this way.

_{[Liquid was not the only abomination present, after all.]}

You want something that was made monstrous-- came into the very world, expected and created to do solely one, horrible thing? _{[She spread her arms, eyes narrowed and with a self-deprecating laugh in her voice.]} It's all right here, baby. I might not've been grown in a test tube, but the way I was made wasn't normal and neither was my purpose.

Someone-- they made me to do one thing.

... And I fuckin' decided not to.

Easy as that.

_{[... Well. The deciding part had been easy, anyway.]}

Fuck them. I decided I didn't wanna play their nice, preplanned little game and bada bing, bada boom, world was saved.

Simple as that.

Now everything's peachy fuckin' keen and you're standing here and telling me that just because someone meant for you to be a human ticking time-bomb, you don't have a choice.

To quote my earlier statement... BULLSHIT.

Easy as...?

[He'd done it all his life. Being a weapon was ingrained into him, and it wasn't going to be so easy to be different. Liquid knew that he was so far from normal in every way that he couldn't find it with binoculars and an atlas.]

[His first reaction whenever anyone touched him was to snap their neck.]

It's too late for me to change.

_{[This was sort of why she wasn't touching him.]

[She WAS, however, going to yell.]}

Oh, SHUT UP!

How much older are you than me?

Two years?

Three?

Grow the fuck up! You're scared of changing, so you're using the same damn tired excuse to weasel out of it.

I told you, I'm not

[He grabbed her by the shirt, his hand gripping the fabric until his knuckles went white.]

I don't know how to be anything other than I am! And even if I could be something else, why would I deserve it?!

_{[Her eyes widened as he grabbed for her-- and her first instinct was to jerk backwards. But he was able to snag the fabric of her shirt anyway, and once she realized he was grabbing that and not something else, she met his eyes and scowled deeply. She might not have been struggling, but she wasn't relaxed, either.]}

I told you.

People. Learn.

You deserve to not be a weapon as much as anyone else does.

Let go of me.

[He let go. As angry as he was, he didn't have any desire to hurt her.]

And what have I done to deserve what anyone else deserves?

_{[Yanking away as he let go, she folded her arms defensively.]}

Be a person.

That's all it takes.

Everyone deserves a chance. The only thing you can do NOT to deserve one is not to TAKE one.

I've talked and hung out with you for two months now. I'm not sayin' I know you inside and out, but you're a fuckin' person. It's pretty hard to carry on a conversation with someone who can't do anything but kill.

I don't know how to change.

When I say I've been what I am for all my life, I mean it. I've had blood on my hands for a long time. How am I supposed to wash it off now?

[It was easier said than done to be a person now when he'd been a weapon for so long.]

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