The Malkavian is not amused...or...a muse?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I know what it means when you pretty up a character's journal like you have.

No.





No.

I won't have it. Just because you're bored, fishie, that doesn't mean that I am too. I'm a much bigger fish than you.

The answer is...

...

...

...no.

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my current icon selection is making this difficult :|

[indiscreet]

[ she raises her hands in a small, helpless gesture ]

It was your phrase, not mine.

...Though I must say, you're being much more...practical than I'm accustomed to, from you. If it were me in your shoes, I feel as though you'd be telling me to... oh, I don't know... embrace the mystery or dance in the rain or something.

But I suppose [ she smirks slightly, though she has enough respect for Artemis that it's not outright mocking ] it's different when it happens to you.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

You're surprisingly insightful.

Which is one of the reasons why I'm not telling you to dance in the rain. Although I'm told it's quite a lark.

[indiscreet]

I try.
Maybe I've finally been through enough that I've picked up a thing or two.

...Though I'm not sure whether I'd be willing to dance in the rain regardless. It would ruin my shoes, I'm sure. [ The Huntress would feel differently, she's certain. It's most of the reason she makes a point to say it. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Well, then learn to walk on the water.

[She might be trolling you a little, Anna.]

Was that insanity enough for you?

[indiscreet]

[ She sighs. But: ] Better, thank you.

That's the awful thing, though: that I think I could learn, if I wanted to. [ The Huntress's powers allow for it - true facts. ]

...And now I sound like you.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

There are worse fates in this world, I think.

[indiscreet]

Probably.

...No, certainly.

I just...never imagined I'd feel so...different. I didn't want to be an outsider. [ Her own frankness surprises her; it's more honest than she has been with anyone in some time -- including herself. But somehow it is easier to be honest with the mad. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

There's a power that outsiders possess.

Those who don't talk, hear.

Those to hear learn the most.

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[indiscreet]

[ She can hear the wisdom in the words well enough, but it's not a wisdom she wants. She wants parties and adulation; men dangling from her arms and women envious.

Instead she let a fairy give her a gift. ]

You don't know what it's like; you don't know what it is you're even missing. Maybe I didn't want to hear.

[ Childish to lash out, maybe, and she's vaguely aware that she's not even particularly making sense. But right now it's preferable to accepting things as they are. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

If that were really true, you wouldn't be here.

[indiscreet]

[ for a moment sure turns away, half-ready to run from the conversation — to not be here, as it were ]

[ still with her back to Artemis- ] And since I am here? Once Damned, always damned — is that it?

[ What she doesn't admit: that even if she could be rid of the Huntress, she's not sure she would want to be. She is too scared of being helpless. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I think that you will not listen to me when I say that "Damned" is the wrong word.

When you're damned, you have no choices.

You...you have many...

[indiscreet]

[ She turns back towards Artemis, though her shoulders are still canted away — hesitant. ]

And these choices I have? What are they supposed to be?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

That much should be obvious.

Your choice lies in who you want to be.

[indiscreet]

I already know who I want to be. [ the slightest, subtle waver in her voice -- almost undetectable: she is very practiced at lying to herself ]

I'm just... this, now, as well.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Vampire or mortal, you are far too young to know who you want to be.

[indiscreet]

So do I have a choice or don't I? Or [ petulant ] I have a choice, but you think I oughtn't use it yet.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Yet.

Such a magical word, isn't it? Yet.

[indiscreet]

[ She huffs slightly, and half-rolls her eyes. But she's listening, despite herself.

Still skeptical, she reiterates it: ] "Yet."

[stranger_to_the_rain]

You're not putting your whole heart into it.

Say it again.

[indiscreet]

[ arms crossed, now, and another small huff ]

Artemis, you aren't my mother. I don't know what you mean to accomplish by all this.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Of course you don't. I relish a hidden agenda.

[indiscreet]

[ Exasperated, she throws up her hands. ]

Fine, then. I have a choice in who to be, but that doesn't mean I should make that choice yet.

[ She recrosses her arms, feeling rather like a scolded child. ] Does that satisfy you, madwoman? [ For all her intent of being annoyed, the word is not without affection. ]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

[She laughs, deep and low.]

If I were satisfied, I would no longer be mad, would I?

this is such an annoying icon selection I'm stuck with

[indiscreet]

[ A small sigh, and she lets herself laugh a bit too. ]

Oh, is that how it works? In that case, there is a lot more madness in the world than I had previously imagined.