(Glad to hear. Get a pack of those batteries with the Bunnebly on them, EVA loves them.)
Well, I got him to explain why he's fucking like this to everyone. Told me about how he's lived thousands on thousands of mortal lives and toyed with civilisations for centuries, all that egotistical bullshit.
The way he was phrasing it reminded me of my Keeper. Not like, directly analogous to him, but very sort of in line with my understand of the Gentry as a species.
No. That's. Fuck. No, I can... Yeah. Mine was way less hands-on than yours sounds. I basically only saw him on match days and the rest of the time I was just-- doing my job in the dark. So that's probably why I didn't twig onto why he was making me feel so uncomfortable in such a familiar way, but.
Jesus.
Also, I fucking *knew* he was immortal or ancient or whatever. He didn't say it straight out, but there were the goddamn context clues.
I told him to his face that I'd never be able to trust him for it. He took it surprisingly well.
The first entire half of our conversation was just me yelling at him for being a fucking turd, honestly. I managed to get it into his thick skull that no one's going to believe in the inflated wisdom he keeps boasting about, or whatever - I fucking quote here, "I need not prove my intelligence, wisdom, *experience*" - and he actually told me what his shit was about, and I might have managed to get it into him that he needs to tell other people that before they'll consider buying into his shit.
...we talked so much that Isis crashed after we left, poor thing.
And *good*. I'm glad you did. I wanted to--my god you have no idea how much I wanted to--but I'd spent the entire conversation being Nice Steven and it felt like I'd have been giving in if I'd thrown all diplomacy to the side. And honestly, you probably did it better than I could have.
I mean, sure, I guess. I got an actual explanation out of him? Mostly I just kept trying to rip him a new one until he decided to actually explain himself, and from there we made some actual progress. He's absolutely an egotistical wet turd, but he does genuinely want to learn things. Even if I still left feeling fucking sleazy.
Credit where it's due, he does know how to work people when he puts his fucking ego aside for two seconds.
And I did manage to coax him into an actual intelligent conversation about Ghost types that didn't involve him treating me like some kind of insipid piece of homework. It was halfway to pulling teeth, but it felt like a proper victory.
Oh. By the way. I'm going to be going out to see Armin while we're here. Since I did promise to visit him whenever I was in Sevii. And, well, I want to see for myself he's not too badly beat up from the whole raid on his Lapras compound.
... you know. Dirk can't ever know, but I'm actually sort of glad he got his Lapras back? Just because... well. Those weird little Loch Ness monsters mean a lot to him.
I mean, yeah, okay, we lost two mooks that way, but they were *world natives*, not anyone who really matters. And honestly, Claude at least was *already* particularly stupid, even for a mook. He already went to jail for this kind of shit before and then when he got out he reported *directly* to Jack's house, even though he *knew* he shouldn't.
I did a bit of research earlier out of curiosity, it seemed like work was a lot quieter until really recently. I suppose the influx of Imports did a number on the statistics there.
Protagonist-types among the greater import comunity driving activity down? Or just-- the lack of imports at work driving *our* productivity down until we got a fair number more of them?
Because you must admit, we *do* pull off more impressive things than the mooks do.
(And yeah. I bitched him out on our doorstep for showing his stupid face, but I'd have said so much worse than I did if I'd been given a moment of true privacy.)
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Well, I got him to explain why he's fucking like this to everyone. Told me about how he's lived thousands on thousands of mortal lives and toyed with civilisations for centuries, all that egotistical bullshit.
The way he was phrasing it reminded me of my Keeper. Not like, directly analogous to him, but very sort of in line with my understand of the Gentry as a species.
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No. That's. Fuck. No, I can... Yeah. Mine was way less hands-on than yours sounds. I basically only saw him on match days and the rest of the time I was just-- doing my job in the dark. So that's probably why I didn't twig onto why he was making me feel so uncomfortable in such a familiar way, but.
Jesus.
Also, I fucking *knew* he was immortal or ancient or whatever. He didn't say it straight out, but there were the goddamn context clues.
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The first entire half of our conversation was just me yelling at him for being a fucking turd, honestly. I managed to get it into his thick skull that no one's going to believe in the inflated wisdom he keeps boasting about, or whatever - I fucking quote here, "I need not prove my intelligence, wisdom, *experience*" - and he actually told me what his shit was about, and I might have managed to get it into him that he needs to tell other people that before they'll consider buying into his shit.
...we talked so much that Isis crashed after we left, poor thing.
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And *good*. I'm glad you did. I wanted to--my god you have no idea how much I wanted to--but I'd spent the entire conversation being Nice Steven and it felt like I'd have been giving in if I'd thrown all diplomacy to the side. And honestly, you probably did it better than I could have.
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I mean, sure, I guess. I got an actual explanation out of him? Mostly I just kept trying to rip him a new one until he decided to actually explain himself, and from there we made some actual progress. He's absolutely an egotistical wet turd, but he does genuinely want to learn things. Even if I still left feeling fucking sleazy.
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And I don't doubt he does want to learn things. He just treats it as his due that we're all going to bend over backwards to teach them.
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And I did manage to coax him into an actual intelligent conversation about Ghost types that didn't involve him treating me like some kind of insipid piece of homework. It was halfway to pulling teeth, but it felt like a proper victory.
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Oh. By the way. I'm going to be going out to see Armin while we're here. Since I did promise to visit him whenever I was in Sevii. And, well, I want to see for myself he's not too badly beat up from the whole raid on his Lapras compound.
Should I send your regards?
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... you know. Dirk can't ever know, but I'm actually sort of glad he got his Lapras back? Just because... well. Those weird little Loch Ness monsters mean a lot to him.
I mean, yeah, okay, we lost two mooks that way, but they were *world natives*, not anyone who really matters. And honestly, Claude at least was *already* particularly stupid, even for a mook. He already went to jail for this kind of shit before and then when he got out he reported *directly* to Jack's house, even though he *knew* he shouldn't.
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I did a bit of research earlier out of curiosity, it seemed like work was a lot quieter until really recently. I suppose the influx of Imports did a number on the statistics there.
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Because you must admit, we *do* pull off more impressive things than the mooks do.
(And yeah. I bitched him out on our doorstep for showing his stupid face, but I'd have said so much worse than I did if I'd been given a moment of true privacy.)