momchester finally made a bb account

[minifridge]

You know they're just icons, right? [Mary brushes her hair out of her eyes and stares unimpressed into the... wherever it is she's looking.] There's really no need to obsess.

[She rolls her eyes and scoffs in an... incredibly teenage way.]

I don't even know why you made this account. It's not like there's a point. [squaring her shoulders determinedly, self-consciously aware that she looks a little silly.] My life will be way too boring for you to write anything about and that's just fine with me. Got it?

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[fridgetothefire]

I don't know. Mom was human. He kept waiting for me to turn out to be special, but - I'm just not.

[minifridge]

There's nothing wrong with that.

What's special about him? Are his parents human?

[fridgetothefire]

He doesn't talk about them.

But I think they were, yeah.

He just. He does things people can't do, okay?

[minifridge]

[...

Not the answer she was expecting! And it shows.]

What, he has... superpowers?

[fridgetothefire]

[It's that laugh again.]

Yeah, sure. Superpowers is as good a word as any.

[minifridge]

[Dot. Dot. Fucking dot.]

You're actually serious, aren't you?

[fridgetothefire]

Hey, I believed you about the vampires and all.

[minifridge]

Yeah, but- my family's been hunting for centuries. Nobody's ever heard of a human just having abilities without being something else. If it was real, we would have heard about it.

[But... still. There is always more to learn. She frowns and chews her lip in thought, the information slowly processing.]

[fridgetothefire]

Maybe I'm just crazy.

Maybe it's easier to believe he's a monster than to deal with reality.

[minifridge]

[... 8( ]

I don't know about that. If demons are real to me, maybe superpowers are real to you.

[fridgetothefire]

That's patronizing.

[minifridge]

I wasn't trying to be. It just makes sense- most people don't know about monsters. Maybe there's more out there that my people don't know.

[She's trying to be open-minded okay. 8( This isn't easy for generational hunters.]

[fridgetothefire]

If you try to kill everyone who's not like you, I wouldn't be surprised some of them try to keep themselves secret.

[minifridge]

[Her jaw drops a little, offended.]

You're the only person I've ever met who knew people "not like us" that don't murder innocent people. I'm talking about monsters, predators that feed on people.

[fridgetothefire]

[Another shrug. Monsters is just what humans call anyone they're afraid of.]

Oh, he kills people.

Doesn't mean he won't do anything to keep his family safe.

[minifridge]

[It's a language barrier. In Mary's world, "monster" is a word with a very, very specific meaning, and you don't use it on people you don't like or don't agree with.]

Human killers aren't my job, whether or not they have... powers.

...None of it's my job! I meant hunting. Human murderers aren't part of hunting, that's the rest of the world's job.

[fridgetothefire]

Of course not.

[Because Poppa isn't human, but the men who tried to burn her alive? They were. And all the other humans stood by and watched, tried to hold him back while she screamed for him.]

[minifridge]

[She heard that Tone, Anya. Hdu.]

The police and the rest of the world can handle that, but- if it involves monsters and spirits, then we have to. Nobody knows they're real.

[fridgetothefire]

Oh, yes. The police.

[She grew up in the USSR. The Police are the worst humans, after Nazis.]

[minifridge]

What?

[fridgetothefire]

They're not actually better than the rest of you, you know.

[minifridge]

[Not bothering to defend the police's honor (because lol fuck that), but taking issue with something else.]

We're not all the same.

[fridgetothefire]

I want to believe that.

[It's true. She wants to, wants her Dad to be wrong about the world, about her. But she doesn't think he's wrong about Mary.]

[minifridge]

[Something in the Anya's tone snaps Mary out of her little self-absorbed whatever and she looks at the other girl, sympathetic and concerned.]

I can't imagine what's happened to you that you think that way.

[fridgetothefire]

[She looks at Mary fiercely, as if it's a dare. Then, fast and rough like ripping a bandage off, she pulls her shirt over her head. Thick, ridged, shiny pink burn scars curl around her upper arms and plaster over her back. She holds the shirt against her front, blushing a little as she stands in her plain white cotton bra, staring at the floor.]

I was four. People set our building on fire just because. Because Poppa wasn't like them. The whole town watched. People tried to hold him down so he couldn't save me.

[keyword: tried]