Feelings on Apping for Bete Noire

[nott_caine]

What the fuck? Half that shit you put down was all that "touchy-feely" bull. What the fuck do you know about my feelings or thoughts? You talk about my mother, my sister, but that's none of your goddamn business.

I just....I need another drink. You never really sit and think, not deeply anyway about who I am or what I want. I'd rather we keep things that way. We had a good partnership, you and I. It was formal, you'd pretend to be me for awhile and feel badass, and I get the chance to live. But now...how am I supposed to respond? You try to get in my head, you know? It's no good. There's too much there. Too much of the beast and the darkness. My soul wants to draw you in, but I don't think you have the balls for it. Best leave it as it is. Otherwise, you might never sleep again....

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[stranger_to_the_rain]

It could be worse, you know.




Much, much, much worse...

I think? I'm not too clear sometimes. You know how it is.

[nott_caine]

You somehow survived? I always thought you would wind up as someone's pet. Run along little sister

[stranger_to_the_rain]

You'll have to Dominate me first.

Anyway, you have nothing to complain about. At least you get to disappear. I have to remain behind to deal with your lack of presence. Pitiful me.

[nott_caine]

Don't tempt me, Arty. I'll do it. Lack of presence? You want to repeat that to my bat?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Sticks and stones.



And baseball bats, I suppose.

You wouldn't.

[nott_caine]

You really want to challenge that? Now what did Diana tell you about me? Probably not to mess with me.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Now why should I make an exception for you? Really, I mess with everyone. And the fact that you're rising to the occasion is utterly wooooooonderful.

[nott_caine]

You really are a pest, Arty. You'd do better not to bait the monsters that lurk in the dark.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Oh, you're no monster, dear sister.

[nott_caine]

You sure about that? Reputation says otherwise.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Oh, talk, talk, talk. Do you believe everything you hear? I know I don't. Not unless Malkav tells me.

[nott_caine]

I don't believe everything I hear, but you should at least heed the warnings others give you.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

If I should meet a great authority on the subject, I shall heed them.

In the meanwhile, I do hope you'll try to behave yourself in Enoch.

[nott_caine]

Behave? If I can be left alone then there won't be any problems.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Left alone? You do realize that's not how a city works...

[hackreality]

Isn't the point of the City of Sin to not behave?

[blytheandbonnie]

You seem a lot angrier than Diana.

Maybe it's just all the f-bombs.

Anyway, sleep is important. Dreams were sacred to the ancient druids, you know!

[nott_caine]

You caught that, huh? Diana's cheeriness only exasperates my mood. Thanks for reminding me one more reason I'm pissed.

[blytheandbonnie]

It didn't seem like you needed another reason, really.

Unless you collect them? Like baseball cards, but grumpier?

[nott_caine]

That's a hobby I could support, I think. Though I somehow imagine it would be like collecting grumpy dwarves. I mean...*whatever*

[hackreality]

Oh, it can't be that bad, can it? I'm sure she means well.

[nott_caine]

Meaning well and doing what is best are two entirely different things.