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[manlet]

Man becomes monster: what a common theme throughout human literature. Yet in this world, it's an aspect of life that's hardly worth batting an eye at. Were Shakespeare here, he'd cream himself over the ripe psychological suffering among the Mirrorbound. Him, or certain nuns...

[bro what the FUCK are you talking about]

Thinking about those two in cahoots gives me an ulcer. I feel like vigorously scrubbing my brain smooth, so I can't picture it! Maybe that way, I won't be beset by stupid thoughts!

But I am, unfortunately, sentient, and I will continue to suffer this farce of an existence. As if that wasn't enough, I've been plagued by a question for the past few days. Witches, I'm not talking to you. You can gawk and stare if you'd like, I certainly can't stop you from being voyeurs.

Monsters. What are your feelings towards being pet? Is there truly a polite way to ask for a petting?

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[manlet]

[This went from 0 to 100 real fast. He laughs, though there's a bitterness that wasn't there before.]

Yes, yes, I'm all those things. I'm a peddler of words, Berserker, not a hero. A voyeur itching for a good tale, who understands the world through stories, not sympathy. I've failed at all that I've attempted, I'm truly a useless man. However--

Even a broken clock can be right twice a day, you know. So to you, I say with utmost confidence that domestication isn't a state to be dismayed by.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker sometimes likes to remind people that he is Not Nice -- this is one of those times, clearly. ]

You know nothing if you think I'm domesticated.

[ Ask Diarmuid how domesticated he is sometime... ]

It's not as if I chose to have two forms I can take on, either.

[manlet]

[Andersen has those moments too, although he's been considerably nicer thanks to Ritsuka's influence.]

What, so you can't control when you become a cat?

[curruid_coinchenn]

I don't become a cat, idiot. And no, at first, I couldn't control it.

[ And he'd shifted for the first time on a boat back from Dorchacht. Not a pleasant experience, especially not for Diarmuid, who he poisoned in his feral fear response. ]