03-17-2016, 03:49 AM
So lets back it up a few minutes, because we're missing an important point.
As you could probably expect, I completely expected the group would descend into a royal fucking mess as Guu attempted to metaphorically drag us together. It was exactly like when the kindergarten teacher tried to get all the student to be friends, completely unaware of why the divide was there to begin with. The difference was that I was an adult and too cynical for that Kumbaya bullshit, everyone else here was also older that five (well, the demon girl might not have been), and both me and the mouse both had business we would suddenly much rather attend to. Every second had me question "WHY, Guu, why are you doing this?", followed by "Why am I doing this?" as regret built. On some level, I did value the comradely I had with the pink tyke and I wanted to leave some kind of good impression when I left the Omniverse. I stretched a fake smile (although hidden under my helmet) my face and tried to get along for her sake.
"Hey" As I tried to play to a casual conversation and hoped nothing incriminating came up "So I know one of you," the one I shot, "but I don't think the rest us have met. I'm sure Guu hasn't hasn't talked a lot about me, but trust me when I say I'm no where as bad as Dante's Abyss made me out to be. Or whatever the Empire says" Thinking about it now, that might not have been the smartest thing to say.
"Desco remembers you" the small demon girl said, her face rather stoic but the tentacled beast that seemed attached to her back stared daggers at me. A slight ping in my mind told me that she was familiar, but I couldn't quite place "You shot Guu on the island" Oh, THAT's where I remembered her. She had been there in the massive meatgrinder over the furby. I tried by best to just breeze it off, but I could feel the already strained mood freeze over a little and see the frowns on the other two faces.
"That was in the past. She doesn't hold anything against that" I glanced over to the pink girl in question, who was as stone faced a usual. "Besides, I've been doing more productive stuff since then. I've been trying to get to Omni for a while now. What have you guys be doing?" I added at the end in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
"I've been actually helping people" The one in the ancient looking armor said, and I stared at him down. I don't know if that was meant to be hostile, but at that moment it came off like it to me
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked/growled, which admittedly only made the situation worse.
"It means exactly what I said" The helmeted teen shot back, and I had to hold myself back to not devolve the talk into a fist fight.
"Look, I've already done my fair share of saving people. I didn't want to to be brought here in the first place, and I don't need some punk on my case" I stared down at the "Protoman", and he stood firm in the face of it. "If I don't want to jump into harm's way for every Tom, Dick, and Harry when I have other things to do, then that's my fucking business!"
"But," I heard the timid little voice of Mickey off to the side, the mouse finally pulled together enough nerves to say something, "that's not very heroic"
I just stood there in dead silence as I watched him, his sense of impending doom and a very strong desire to not be here strengthened. I never really thought of myself as a "hero", when I considered how much pain I cause people. Even I knew I took a grim pleasure in the death I dealt. Sure, I saved Earth from the demonic invasion, but that meant I was a good soldier. I wasn't someone I would have looked up to, nor would I want anyone else to, and I was fine with being just one of the good guys and leave the heroics to people with better moral fiber.
So then why did that comment hurt so much?
"Fuck. You." Was the only thing I could eventually put together to communicate the thunderhead of bad mood, and just as I was done with this conversation so was everyone else. I turned and left, and I heard the foot steps behind me said they did the same. I held my PDA up, messaged the Hell's Bane to pull me back, and waited as I felt the pull into another space of reality. I gave a grunt and crossed my arms, already tired of whatever the primes were about to get into.
"When I get to Omni, I'll send you a post card" Was what I thought would be the last thing I said to Guu, before I was teleported back to my ship.
As you could probably expect, I completely expected the group would descend into a royal fucking mess as Guu attempted to metaphorically drag us together. It was exactly like when the kindergarten teacher tried to get all the student to be friends, completely unaware of why the divide was there to begin with. The difference was that I was an adult and too cynical for that Kumbaya bullshit, everyone else here was also older that five (well, the demon girl might not have been), and both me and the mouse both had business we would suddenly much rather attend to. Every second had me question "WHY, Guu, why are you doing this?", followed by "Why am I doing this?" as regret built. On some level, I did value the comradely I had with the pink tyke and I wanted to leave some kind of good impression when I left the Omniverse. I stretched a fake smile (although hidden under my helmet) my face and tried to get along for her sake.
"Hey" As I tried to play to a casual conversation and hoped nothing incriminating came up "So I know one of you," the one I shot, "but I don't think the rest us have met. I'm sure Guu hasn't hasn't talked a lot about me, but trust me when I say I'm no where as bad as Dante's Abyss made me out to be. Or whatever the Empire says" Thinking about it now, that might not have been the smartest thing to say.
"Desco remembers you" the small demon girl said, her face rather stoic but the tentacled beast that seemed attached to her back stared daggers at me. A slight ping in my mind told me that she was familiar, but I couldn't quite place "You shot Guu on the island" Oh, THAT's where I remembered her. She had been there in the massive meatgrinder over the furby. I tried by best to just breeze it off, but I could feel the already strained mood freeze over a little and see the frowns on the other two faces.
"That was in the past. She doesn't hold anything against that" I glanced over to the pink girl in question, who was as stone faced a usual. "Besides, I've been doing more productive stuff since then. I've been trying to get to Omni for a while now. What have you guys be doing?" I added at the end in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
"I've been actually helping people" The one in the ancient looking armor said, and I stared at him down. I don't know if that was meant to be hostile, but at that moment it came off like it to me
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked/growled, which admittedly only made the situation worse.
"It means exactly what I said" The helmeted teen shot back, and I had to hold myself back to not devolve the talk into a fist fight.
"Look, I've already done my fair share of saving people. I didn't want to to be brought here in the first place, and I don't need some punk on my case" I stared down at the "Protoman", and he stood firm in the face of it. "If I don't want to jump into harm's way for every Tom, Dick, and Harry when I have other things to do, then that's my fucking business!"
"But," I heard the timid little voice of Mickey off to the side, the mouse finally pulled together enough nerves to say something, "that's not very heroic"
I just stood there in dead silence as I watched him, his sense of impending doom and a very strong desire to not be here strengthened. I never really thought of myself as a "hero", when I considered how much pain I cause people. Even I knew I took a grim pleasure in the death I dealt. Sure, I saved Earth from the demonic invasion, but that meant I was a good soldier. I wasn't someone I would have looked up to, nor would I want anyone else to, and I was fine with being just one of the good guys and leave the heroics to people with better moral fiber.
So then why did that comment hurt so much?
"Fuck. You." Was the only thing I could eventually put together to communicate the thunderhead of bad mood, and just as I was done with this conversation so was everyone else. I turned and left, and I heard the foot steps behind me said they did the same. I held my PDA up, messaged the Hell's Bane to pull me back, and waited as I felt the pull into another space of reality. I gave a grunt and crossed my arms, already tired of whatever the primes were about to get into.
"When I get to Omni, I'll send you a post card" Was what I thought would be the last thing I said to Guu, before I was teleported back to my ship.
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