I cannot believe I'm doing this.. canon is Far Cry 3

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

 'ello, my little Mun - My clever little Hermana. You did good, you know...making this journal...making all my pretty pictures..you did very well-

 

Are you fucking listening? Eh? Good. I do not want to repeat myself, I do not like repeating my fucking self, comprender?

You did very well, and as a reward, I would like to offer you some advice. Hm? You want to hear it? Well that's good, that makes me very happy, I'm very pleased that you are listening now

 

Listen close..very close..

 

Do not fuck this up. I'm telling you now, do not fuck this up - you fuck this up, and it will not end well for you. That is my advice, I suggest you take it but then again..you could always not. I don't know. I do not control you, only you control you, which..depending on how well your ears work..could not be a very good characteristic

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[thedefinitionof_insanity]

And why wouldn't I, hermana? I'm here, in this funny little place. The frailty of genius..is the need for an audience

[A moment later, and he suddenly laughs, as though he's been holding it back]

I don't even know where that's fucking from The point is, why be here and hide away like mice. There's no point. No fucking point and what's worse, the other fuckers here are okay with it. [Tsch]

[justkeepmoving]

[ The sudden laugh is mildly startling, and Lara tenses slightly, fists clenched, but it takes less than a moment for her to relax again. She could understand, at least in some small way, why this man would feel the way he did, but at the same time it was hard to comprehend when she knew the things they, as muses, went through for the sake of another's enjoyment. ]

That's a refreshing way to think, [ a moments pause, and she lets out a heavy sigh as she shakes her head ] but most here want to hide away because they don't wish to go to some game, or be tortured with horrors or oddities; they don't want to be a toy.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Your jumpy, tense body language has been mentally noted, Lara]

Then they are missing out. How the fuck are we supposed to grow and learn if we do not experience life - all with it's tortures and games. I tell you, you come to my island, and you let half these fuckers loose, they'd be eaten alive. Natural selection, but, alas..that is not what you mean.

[It's hard to tell how much is serious and how much is jest.Getting to his feet, he approaches the girl slowly, motioning to her weapons]

You're not talking about all that. Where were you, hm? To need all these toys?

[justkeepmoving]

[ He had a point--people needed to overcome adversity to grow, but, for most, that adversity was nothing more than illness, or hate; it was the adversity that came with living in the modern world, and for the most part, it was nothing compared to the obstacles that came with the Charon, Yamatai, or even the Rook islands. Most people, even herself, were unprepared, physically and mentally, for real horror or adversity.

It was normal, human, not to want to deal with those things.

As he motions towards her weapons, Lara unconsciously brushes her fingers against the pistol attached to her side; just touching the cool metal brought back a feeling of fear, and control. Her expression tightens as she removes her hand from the weapon to cross her arms--her voice is kept tight, and controlled. ]

A ship, the kind of ship you never want to get on. [ it was straight out of a horror movie. Yamatai had been one thing, it had opened her eyes, but the Charon was worse, far, far, worse. ]

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[There's a long glance from where her hand is going back to her face as she talks, a subtle smile spreading across his face. She's starting to remind him of 'Snow White'.

He nods approvingly at the idea of a scary, learning-curve ship. He likes ships, boats..yachts full of rich, shallow Americans..almost as much as he enjoys having groups of spoiled teenagers falling onto his island.]

Sounds like a big adventure for a damita*little lady, eh [There's a low chuckle]

What's your name, hermana?

[Oddly enough, he actually means that in a good way..]

[justkeepmoving]

[ Lara releases her own laugh, though it comes out quiet, and more sigh-like than his. The Charon was a big adventure, but it seemed more steeped in horror than anything she had ever dreamed. ]

Lara. [ Archaeologist, adventurer, and total bookworm--though few would gleam that she was such a thing. She offers him a tight smile, lifting her head slightly in his direction in a quick upwards nod. ] You?

[ Who was this stranger? This man who made her uneasy, but seemed amicable enough--even with his scars, and weapons. ]

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

Lara. Lara, Lara...[He says it once or twice more under his breath, his accent giving it a slightly different ring] It's a good name, I think..

[Tapping his chest lightly with his fingertips, he goes to reply, but at the last second, starts a completely different sentence]

You get all these Americans, with their hair gel and their fucking stupid names..You are English, yes? [Doesn't wait for an answer] They have some good names..and good fucking manners, too. None of this shooting at people you just meet. S'fucking rude, hermana.

[Pot calling the kettle black, but there you go]

[justkeepmoving]

[ The more Vaas speaks, the more Lara realizes that this man had a few screws missing. It doesn't bother her, not in the way it would have before her life became steeped in adventure, but it was unnerving. He reminds her, in some small part, of the members of the Solarii--a little unstable, and possibly violent; he seemed to lack, however, the blind faith that made the Solarii so dangerous--lacked a man like Mathias pulling his strings.

She swallows stiffly, her lips pressed in a thin line. ] I think I'm lucky to have never met such an American. [ To Lara, Americans like that mostly existed in the minds of those who watched too many movies--though, that isn't to say that violent Americans didn't exist, but rather that she had never met one (if she were discounting any of the Solarii, that is). ]

Do you... [ A single pause, hesitance, before she continues. ] Do you encounter people like that often where you're from?

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

['A few taken away' would be a more accurate way to put it - Hoyt had him at a nice, controlled level of doped up; if he behaved, he got a little more. If he disobeyed orders, he'd have to wait for his next hit. This made him a very loyal guard dog indeed.]

[He gives a slow nod in agreement] Yes. yes you are, very lucky-

[At her question, he raises his brows as she finishes her sentence]

More than you'd think! You know, these people, they come onto my island, wanting to have a good time - a little vacation for the family and their friends. But you know I think to myself..how would they fucking like it if I came to their houses one day, put my feet on their couch, ate their food, and killed their animals? Heh?

[Let's just completely disregard the fact that you took Jason and his friends hostage and planned to have them sold into the sex trade, Vaas.]

Sometimes..you gotta do what you've gotta do..and that more often than not requires a little eh..[Pointing two fingers to his temple and mimes shooting himself, making a loud 'click' sound with his tongue]

[justkeepmoving]

[ With those words, and the click of his tongue, Lara's opinion of this man, this stranger, was cemented: he was dangerous, unpredictable, and quite possibly a killer. A part of her wants to rationalize, to understand--people go to his home, his island, and tarnish what is his, no man would stand by that, but to kill them? She licks her lips, a pit forming in her stomach, as she tries to keep disgust and fear from showing on her features. ]

You kill them? [ Her tone pitches high, but she reels it in quickly. ] Do they truly deserve that?

I feel so bad with him lying to her I'm sorry :(

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[He just looks at her, expression wavering ever-so-subtly, almost as though he can't quite believe that she doesn't believe him]

Look at it like this, hermana - you are at home. You do what you are meant to you know, you pay your taxes, you keep out of other peoples way. You're just living your life. One day, you decide to have your friends over to stay, and you're all having a wonderful time.

Suddenly, 'BOOM' [Sorry for the shouting] Your front door - kicked in. There are people you don't know, you've never met in your life - and they tell you that this isn't the house they wanted, but hey, they're gonna stay anyway. You tell them no, and suddenly? [3 more clicks of the tongue, both hands now held up into finger guns and mock firing into the space around them] They start killing your friends.

These Americans, these motherfuckers, think they can come to where I live and kill my men and fuck with my business and think I'll go easy on them?

Kill or be killed, little Lara. Tell me; am I a bad man for protecting what is mine? Hm? Because I do not think I am.