6 ♢ third degree

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[ Batman ]
What's your first memory of the Joker?

[When an enemy happens to be the best source of information one might have, life sucks. But she's been wondering about this for a while now and every other question she came up with was too revealing. Here's to hoping he helps.

While she waits, she'll just take a trip up to the roof. Four Quinbits chatter happily as they follow her. The fifth is clutched tightly to her chest and, while it complains once, it doesn't try to escape her grip.]




[OOC: Open to anyone else who might meet her in the halls or likes visiting the roof.]

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[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Why? What happened?

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Hard to say. Trackin' your history ain't easy, when you're not supposed to exist. Near as I can put together, humans just expanded. Rather than get into conflict, my people chose to simply retreat more, as they did. Eventually they just ran out of places to go. Likely got scattered.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Wow. Sorry your humans are such bastards.

[The Quinbits pipe up in agreement.]

You been here long?

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Natural selection, I guess. I doubt humans had the firepower to outright kill us, they just outcompeted us. They were aggressive and expansionist, and my people seemed to be isolationists who tended to live in tune with nature.

A few days. Moon's still with me. Works the same as on Earth. I could transform now, if I wanted.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

You sound like a biologist. A werewolf biologist. Now I've seen everything.

[She's smiling, though.]

Can I see? If you don't mind.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

I've studied a lot of history, anthropology, and mythology, tryin' to figure out where my people came from. I had to learn what I was by ear.

[He stands up after a moment of contemplation, then stretches out his limbs with a few loud cracks.]

It doesn't hurt, like in the movies. Here, hold this stuff.

[He kicks off his shoes toward her, then his socks, then slips out of his t-shirt and loosens up his belt.]

I keep my pants far over-sized for a reason. I think ahead. It'd be pretty embarassin' to change back naked in the woods.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[She scrambles for a shoe before it goes over the edge.]

Yeah, let's keep the nakedness to a minimum. No need to terrorize the village.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

At least I'm courteous.

[It takes a moment of concentration, but soon he does, indeed, change. It's a smooth one, that rolls through his whole body at a quick pace. The final result is an over eight-foot-tall, bi-pedal, wolfen beast.]

See?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[This face. Just this face.]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...Are you catchin' flies?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[That snaps her mouth shut.]

I was just surprised is all.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

I'll bet. Well, since I can't change back for a little while, what's your story?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's not that interesting. I was a psychiatrist, became a criminal, reformed and got stranded here. The usual.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Criminal? That's quite a jump from psychiatry. How bad a criminal?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Not really. I worked with the criminally insane so according to most I had to be kinda off already. And to answer your question just how bad is bad?

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Killin' people is pretty bad. Unless they're really bad people, themselves. Everything below that I really don't much care about.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Anyone I killed was guilty of something unforgivable. I can promise you that.

[She's being completely honest. Whether her definition of something unforgivable matches the majority's though...]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

What exactly do you consider unforgivable?

[He's starting to turn back to normal now, his body gradually shrinking down, the extra bone and muscle mass compacting as the fur receded into his flesh.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Hurting people I love.

[She might be muttering "Stupid clown" under her breath]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

[With a werewolf, you might as be yelling it.]

What, a rodeo clown rode off with your heart?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

No. He tried to shoot me into orbit on a rocket and nearly killed my best friends. Multiple times.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...I think that's more than any relationship councilor can fix. I don't know many people who take the "Wile E. Coyote" approach to breakin' up with someone.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

He wasn't breaking up with me. He was pissy because I stole his boyfriend or something. And I don't even know who he was talking about! 'Sides, I'd never shack up with a clown.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Eh? Then who did you love? I thought it was the clown. So the clown was just an enemy? Then who was the guy you loved?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

My guy? He died years ago. [There's a pause as if she's wondering whether to say anything else] One of our professors killed him.