[ This is something she'd hoped to not tell anyone else until she got a permanent assignment, but she started this conversation, and not telling him might just make him more curious, so... here goes. ]
It's honestly a long story, but the gist is that I was in a literal survival situation with my soccer team in high school, and the longer we were out there in the wilderness, the more we believed we had to make sacrifices to "it" -- whatever the fuck "it" was, which I still think wasn't literally an "it" -- in order to survive.
The antlers were part of it. I'm not convinced they won't possess me and turn me into a goddamn cultist bent on sacrificing the first person I lay eyes on.
Yeah. That kinda happens when you-- go through all the shit we did. Look, it's a long story. The point is, I'd like to not start having ritualized hunts that end in human sacrifice. That modern enough for you?
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I kinda have... antlers. Growing out of my head.
[ She does not, but boy howdy does she believe she does! And so does Misty! ]
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[Nope sorry, he's going to want to see this.]
Why antlers, any idea?
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[ To put it extremely mildly. ]
Do you need anything? Are you safe? I can get someone to bring you food or whatever if you need it.
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I'm fine, so far anyway. How about if I bring you food or whatever?
[Better view that way.]
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If this is actually something... more than it used to be, it's better if I don't get a look at anyone. But you can leave stuff at my door.
[ The last thing she wants is to become possessed by even the mere idea of a spirit in the woods and then start trying to kill people for it. ]
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[More like the other way around, he'd think.]
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[ This is something she'd hoped to not tell anyone else until she got a permanent assignment, but she started this conversation, and not telling him might just make him more curious, so... here goes. ]
It's honestly a long story, but the gist is that I was in a literal survival situation with my soccer team in high school, and the longer we were out there in the wilderness, the more we believed we had to make sacrifices to "it" -- whatever the fuck "it" was, which I still think wasn't literally an "it" -- in order to survive.
The antlers were part of it. I'm not convinced they won't possess me and turn me into a goddamn cultist bent on sacrificing the first person I lay eyes on.
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Well, that's pretty fucking primitive.
[Says the barbaric pirate from 1717.]
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[Even if he'd pay a fuckload of money to see her doing that with antlers.]
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You okay? Didn't get hurt or anything?
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It didn't affect me, so far as I could tell.
[Is he slightly disappointed? Maybe.]
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[ Wry as hell. She's learned to roll with it. Kind of. ]
At least this one was short.
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How long have you been here, anyway?
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A year and a half, thereabouts. I was a warden for most of it.
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Anyway, I'm around. If you're into working out, I jog around the Barge once or twice a day. You can join me if you don't love yourself.
[ So wry. ]
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[That's a yes.]
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[ Except she's derívela competitive, but she's learned to rein it in. ]