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[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I don't understand it at all...

{Diva is looking very fashionable in red today, wearing the hairstyle and clothing of a Victorian fashion, complete with all the equipment at her waist or in her hands for archery. She's nocking an arrow with a very practiced fluidity. There's no way she would be able to use the bow in her hands as a weapon, just for sport. To further accentuate that, a distance away is a rather beat-up looking target with a few arrows in it already, though very few are even on the target.}

I mean, it would make sense when I found that book, but now is such an odd time. I hadn't even been seeing the palace lately.

{She stops murmuring to herself for the moment, aiming and shooting the arrow, and much to her own surprise, gets fairly close to the center! This is surprising for her, since her aim was always pretty terrible.}

...Ah! I hit it!

{Diva smiles, quite pleased with herself, drawing another arrow out of the quiver to try again.}

((ooc: Experiment start for Diva! You can find the details here, but she's chillin' in her memories of Russia at the moment, basically.))

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[madamemoiselle]

...Should it not? Ne, I'm still learning about all of that, but...it was really sad to see Chris so hurt even if I barely knew him.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

You're a vampire program.

They are humans.

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't know wtf a program is, so she'll just ignore that part}

I know, but...I like them. Especially Sam. I really love Sam, so I don't want to see them hurt at all.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[He resists rolling his eyes, instead raising an eyebrow.]

You can't pretend to be one of them.

[madamemoiselle]

Pretend? Oh, I'm not pretending, I just want to be...liked, or "normal", I guess.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

"Normal" is below you.

[madamemoiselle]

Below me...But...

{Thoughtfully, since that's what Amshel always told her} Sam says it's not really like that.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[He kind of smiles.]
The human says.
I'm sure he'd love if we all believed that.

[madamemoiselle]

Why? Why would he care?

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

For all those reasons humans do. Pride. Friends in high places. Superiority complexes.

They don't know their place.

[madamemoiselle]

But even if I'm better, shouldn't it be that I can like them too? It's not pretending. I...really do care for these humans.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

Why?

[madamemoiselle]

...I guess that is...because they care for me.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Two laughs once, a short chuckle.]

[madamemoiselle]

Why is that funny?

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Amused, still.]

What do you mean 'why?'

[His expression cools, looking serious again.]

The human agenda permeates all things.

[madamemoiselle]

I'm afraid I don't understand.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[He sounds almost bored, like their silly plans are tiring and he's talking to someone very uninformed and naive (which, of course, he's convinced he is).]

Their agenda? To take back the world, and have dominion over everything.

Especially over us.

[And have a faint, knowing smile.]

[madamemoiselle]

That can't be true, though! That would mean that Sam was lying...

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

He is only human; he might not even realize he's lying.

[Was that a mocking undertone there, Two? Little humans don't even know what they want. :')]

[madamemoiselle]

Then that's alright, I suppose. As long as he's not...Ne, but it is nice. I mean, to be cared for. It's such a nice feeling.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Internally, Two's shaking his head. She reminds him of Persephone.]

We don't understand.

[madamemoiselle]

What caring feels like?

{She puts a finger to her lip thoughtfully, the nods}

It's a warm feeling! You feel safe, like nothing bad can happen. It's a feeling like when someone precious hugs you, or when someone compliments you. Or, ah, when you get a name that you never had!

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[He thinks that isn't what he meant, but it really applies as well. Anyway, he also misses the name reference. Cue a dismissive hand-wave.]

Illusion.

[madamemoiselle]

It's not an illusion...