patheticvillain | fourteen ➢ video + various private messages

[Video clicks on: Cassel looks decidedly calm, leaned back against the white wall of his bedroom. Which he's not, but he's been thinking about this for a while - especially after fourth wall day - and he wants to pick people's brains.]

I never finished high school. This is not a political science lesson. Don't call me on my basic misunderstanding of the democratic process. I just have some questions.

Where I come from, people who can do [the briefest of pauses] magic are illegal. Or - performing it's illegal. And it has been for a hell of a long time. The problem is that you don't know if you can do it or not until it manifests, all by itself. You don't know if you can do it until you've already done it, by which time you're already a criminal. Surprise!

I don't know the order of history where you people are from. But for us, these laws have been in place for, like, a hundred years. Which is when things started getting bad. Some big-deal government asshole in a suit and tie tells you you're a criminal for doing something you can't help doing, I guess you just think: sure. Why not. I'll be a criminal.

Explain the point of this to me, somebody. Do people really not think this shit through? Maybe people just really want to have a bad guy. I'm okay with that answer. [He kind of believes it himself.] I'd just really like to take a survey, since nobody's asked a moral question for 0.5 seconds and I haven't had the pleasure.

[He goes to switch off the feed, and then remembers something.]

Oh, and if anybody else has similar crap to share, yadda yadda. We're building an environment of mutual un-der-stan-ding on this cruise. [Eyeroll, and feed cut.]

filter | kon + charles

I'd like to get started on this memory thing. Whenever you both have time. Kon said it was cool but he wants to sit in.

private | zane

You know that feeling like you're about to do something incredibly stupid? I have that. [He's so pissed B(]

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[She chuckles when he's done, then laughs, and she knows it will turn into something manic if she lets it, something straight out of Jefferson's tea party, and there are days when she wishes she could just forget that place, but she can't. So she bites her tongue, and shakes her head.]

I'm the last High Priestess in Albion. [The laugh breaks through again, sharp and high, and she has to press her lips tightly together.] I was the last.

[She pauses for a moment before finally focusing on him again.] What would you do, if there were no consequences? What would you do to those people?

[She was the last. Which hurts to hear, not in a personal way, but still - it makes pain echo in him dully, because it reminds him of himself.]

If there were no consequences -

[He'd do a hundred different things, but lately, only one thing's seemed appropriate.]

I'd make them all live exactly what I lived. Give 'em a taste of hell.

Being a toy. A commodity. A thing. [She couldn't sound more approving if she tried. That's precisely what she wants, too.]

They'll try to talk you out of it. Don't let them. [STAY STRONG CASSEL fight the man, don't graduate etc etc.]

Exactly.

[He sounds pretty pleased, too. He likes effortless understanding, enjoys not having to explain himself, because nobody ever seems to understand unless they do so instantly, like she seems to.]

I won't. [Even though this is probably a lie. He feels himself inching closer on a daily basis, but - there are things he doesn't want to let go of. Not yet. The idea of revenge still sounds good.]

Good.

[Seriously, don't listen to her Cassel, because one day they just won't understand each other instantly, and he'll be on the better side of things for it.]

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