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loungelizard) wrote2020-08-14 07:55 pm
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You don't need to explain that to me, Steve. My world existed inside a "real" one, like this one. It's...
[Larry trails off in a sigh. He squeezes his eyes shut as he lolls his head to the side, rubbing the upper crest of his snout with his fingers.]
I'm not a hero. I'm a protagonist... but not a hero. I have a litany of flaws. I'm perverse, underhanded, dim-witted, but most importantly: harmless. Not one part of me was built to be a threat in any sense of the word! I'm gentle, and when the credits roll, I just want to leave a positive impact on people -- real and fictional.
I'm not saying I've got it figured out, the one truly moral stance that makes sense of everything. This is just how my world view predispositions me to deal with all of this. This is how I cope.
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[ He uncrosses his arms for only as long as it takes to give an open-handed shrug. ]
No matter how you swing it, 'hee-hee, death is hilarious!' is going to be disturbing to me. That's fucked. You can't change my mind, but I'm willing to- I'm gonna go ahead and say, alright, you're not a psycho. [ Maybe. ] You came out of a cartridge, and that makes your whole shit different.
[ Steve makes a broad gesture at Larry, both hands tracing out the silhouette of his beavery-ness in the air and coming together in the middle. This is the olive branch. ]
You're fictional, point taken.
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Not that Steve really understands it -- or is at least regurgitating it in a way that captures how Larry actually feels. It's something between "hee-hee" and reciprocal schadenfreude -- not every death is funny, but he does enjoy watching any guy who wants to punch above his weight with Faith get punched with his own dismembered fist...knowing damn well that is, effectively, the position he would be in.
It's not hypocrisy. He prostrated himself before Lust when he first got here, after all, knowing full well she'd probably eat him, and only a small chance that she'd actually fuck him before that...and he'd still think it was funny, even though it would be his own death.
Maybe he can't expect a real person to truly understand. It seems useless to push the conversation to try to make Steve understand it, when it's probably fruitless anyway -- even if he understood it fully, he'd probably still feel the same way in the end.]
A floppy disk, actually, but the sentiment is the same.
[A beat.]
Please don't tell anyone about this...the coping mechanism, I mean. You're the only person I've ever told.
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'Course not, buddy.
[ When you've got a history of confronting challenging emotions by exploding about them, and there's this big thing ( that starts with can and ends with nibalism) you've anxiously been avoiding talking about to any serious degree, and then this really swell charity worker who helped you get your footing on day one ( who you'd therefore began thinking of as one of the Good Guys ) suddenly says something that doesn't quite track with that?
Things. Things happen.
And now the vibe in here's all wrong. He stares at a knot in the wall, then looks back to his host. ]
And now I physically can't, because I'm giving you my word. I did read some of the monster manual or whatever, and I think that's how this works?
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Larry shrugs.]
I wouldn't know anything about--err, "oaths"? Other than passing mentions I've heard. Besides the endless need to craft, I haven't noticed anything else psychological--Oh!
[Larry taps at his chin with a claw as he glances askew, as if their conversation hadn't gone way south just a few seconds ago.]
Actually -- I just thought of something. I've always been a people-person, but I have this...ah, need, now. Go out and socialize, be with people, be around people. Now, normally I don't notice unless I'm alone for a few hours -- and this crushing loneliness sets in really fast!
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Weird.
[ Some gears turn.
He's been working two jobs lately, living with a friend four floors over his head he's already naturally inclined to bother. Whether he's felt different when he actually finds himself alone, it's hard to say, when, really, he's been restless since the Fall of '84.
...
Suddenly, a hit on the mental search engine. ]
Does it matter who? [ He snaps his fingers a couple times. ] The other day I offered a ride to a guy covered in blood, and in hindsight I'd love to know why I just... did that? I thought I was being lenient, on account of the TAGE stuff, but... no, no, that was dumb.
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[Larry giggles.]
I can't say that I'd be any more compelled to pick up a hitchhiker than I had previously, but I wouldn't write it off, either. The specifics of the ways we change inside -- [He taps the side of his head] can be different, just like how our physical forms can be different, too. Related, but not exact.
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Oh. Yeah, no, I don't picture you doing a lot of driving with those flippers in general. My concern was more like- like I was wondering if maybe our standards drop way down when there aren't many options for company around?
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[He looks down at his feet and flexes his weird webbed hand-finger toes. Stop that, Larry. They're weird.]
Couldn't say! I never really had high standards to begin with. You never know where you'll find your next friend! Or drunkard at the bottom of his barrel with a handy item.
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