On the mun's readthrough of the Clone Saga

[unobtainableredemption]

Hey, do us both a favor and leave my past where it is. There's nothing I want to relive there.

I don't care what Aracely thinks, thinking of Reilly doesn't make me want to be a better man, it just reminds me of what a monster I was...

am.

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[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

That I don't! But let me put it to you like this: have you ever coralled a bunch of people together and set their faces on fire simply because you like the sound of boiling eyeballs?

[unobtainableredemption]

[Kaine's hand starts to glow.] No, but I've enjoyed burning my mark onto the faces of my prey before I killed them. [He says it with an absolute straight face, but inside he can feel the pangs of guilt punching him in the gut. Why the hell does he feel like he has something to prove to this asshole?]

[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

Oooh, that IS approaching some pretty hardcore levels, that I do admit. So what was your game, eh? Children? Prostitutes? The elderly and slash or infirm? Presbyterians? Please say presbyterians, they've always rubbed me the wrong way.

[And the skull, well. The skull keeps on talking as if they're discussing the weather and how it's a bit balmy, innit, instead of a traumatic series of events that has forever scarred this mans soul.

Bit of an asshole, yes.]

[unobtainableredemption]

[Dear god, he thought his brothers talked too much.] Whoever I was paid to.

Who the fuck are you exactly?

[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

Name's Johnson, ex-demon and now firmly on the side which can brutally murder people and still feel good about himself because the other peeps were bad peeps who "&¤%#" various innocents with their barbed "#&¤/% when they weren't practising ="*£-"#%¤?! asphyxiation with someone else disemboweled guts, which they then used as raw material for their #¤%&%-=? dolls.

Which might help clue you in as to what kind of league you have to be playing in for me to consider you a real monster, and let me just tell it to you straight here man, some little junior-league contract killer treating crime as a nine-to-five grind isn't quite going to cut it.

[Fun note- those symbols covering up naughty words? They actually ARE bleeps. Just bleeps appearing right in the middle of a regular conversation. He does that, sometimes.]

[unobtainableredemption]

[He has no doubt that was supposed to be scary or threatening or something, but all he could think of was how rich Aracely would be if she were here right now. He had no doubt she'd force the even devil himself to pay the swear jar for each curse word uttered in her presence.]

Didn't realize this was a competition. Was I supposed to care about your credentials? Tremble a little? Go green at the mention of guts? Yeah... [He shrugs.] meh.

[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

[Fun part is that Johnson? Would probably pay her the money if it meant she asked him. Oh, the male gender and it's weakness for a pretty jawline...]

Actually what I was trying to say in a round-about, somewhat passive agressive way- such is my way, I do actually apologize for that- is that you calling yourself a monster just makes you sound a bit... well, look at it from this perspective.

I was a dragon once, you know. Dragon with a human skull, but a dragon nonetheless. Told my former boss one day that hey, don't want to disturb you while you're in the middle of doing grossly anti-social and quite frankly ludicrously violent actions, like, seriously you don't come up with that stuff on a whim, you must've actually sat down in advance and written out detailed step by step plans on notepads wrought from human skin, buuut... I don't really want to do those kind of things anymore? Because they're really gross and I would maybe like to pursue other forms of self-actualization, like macrame or maybe rap?

This is what he left of me. Took his sweet time with it as well.

So when I hear someone call himself "monster", and then hear that the worst he's done is something humans have been doing for so long it's practically their second nature, I just see it as... a little bit lacking in perspective?

[unobtainableredemption]

[You so much as look at her jawline and he'll figure out how to kill you.]

So that's what this is all about? A pep talk? Stick to kicking puppies. Just because you can't keep your mouth shut doesn't mean I'm going to open up and spill my life story to you. I'm sorry your life sucks, but I'm not going to compare oranges to... weed-whackers. [He clearly did not inherit the Parker wit.]