In truth? Yes. A few people, but more pity me and refuse to get themselves out of the line of fire. It does not promise to avoid more blood on my hands before this is finished.
Not so far as I know. It comes and it goes, but it's rare. It's simply very damaging when it happens as a rule. I'm still working on it one way or another.
Damaging when it happens? Who gets damaged? You'll have to pardon. My recollection of those events may not be entirely accurate due to a self administered haze.
[ read: he was coked up and missed it, probably. ]
If I do recall, it is simply your more demonic sides that get advertised and this other side of you acts - differently from your norm?
That side of me is a homicidal rapist with a penchant for torture, violation and the rush of blasphemous and taboo behavior. [To say that she sounded uncomfortable as she said that would have been the understatement of the year. She swallowed thickly. She rarely put it quite so baldly.] She... no, I'm a monster during those times who uses people as toys, and I have a love for breaking my toys, sometimes permanently.
Admittedly, I haven't been able to do some of the worst things here that I did in my world under that influence. My powers are lessened, and that part of me has played it 'safe' for now, so the damage has been... slightly less.
[There was, after all, at least one body in her count so far, not to mention that Karuika had never spoken to her since.]
Shockingly, I have known worse. If you deem yourself the personification of evil - there is honestly much much more to be afraid of.
Perhaps it is fortunate then that in Asgard your 'toys' cannot be permanently broken? The gods have made it so, after all, that the dead comes back to life.
I've met worse. Doesn't change what that side is. It's still as homicidal and dangerous regardless. I wouldn't say it's such a good thing that broken toys are repaired. I know some of them feel otherwise, but it's cruel to make people suffer death more than once. It can crush the spirit, torture the mind...
It's a vicious and hideous thing for them to do to people. But that's their doing. Just another in their list of things I hate about them.
[ he's never experienced death so he wouldn't know. curious, curious thing. he's far to fond of himself to try any experiments he'd card as that dangerous - however. ]
Have you attempted to take precautions for when that less than flattering side of you emerges? I'm uncertain if there is asylum in Asgard, but perhaps you ought to seek it if you fall under that level of concern.
For a city with no laws, Ms. Gray. There is far less crime than one would imagine.
Mainly warning others, extensively, about the danger. There are a few who are timing the events in the hopes of finding a pattern. If we can, we'll try to keep me from getting out and about during risky period, but until then it is still a situation of observation.
But, no... there's been no attempt to incarcerate me as of yet, and there's been far too much forgiveness for my comfort, to they point where they insist upon putting themselves at risk.
[ Normally, he really wouldn't it give it another moments notice. express sympathies and do away with concepts of further attachment. but Ms. Gray is one of his two coke suppliers and with the state of Asgard, he honestly needs the brainwork. the stimulation. ]
Perhaps, it is fortunate then we are acquainted. I am nothing short of excellent in finding patterns where people see chaos. Observation, as always, is a forte. If you are in need of assistance, consider this door open.
Want? What I want is irrelevant. It always has been. If I'd gotten what I wanted at any point in the last year and a half of this time, we never would have had this conversation. [And what she meant by that, the bitterness bleeding into her tone, she was leaving unstated.] I do not deserve to be forgiven, or trusted. There are people here who refuse to accept the level of danger I can pose at times and associate themselves with me, despite what I've done under that influence. It's... foolish of them.
That stated... we're in the position we're in. Even if there's a simple cycle, I may be coming to you for assistance in other permutations. Simply strapping me to a chair in a dark room once in a while's only a temporary fix. She will get out eventually... So what I may need you for is more rigid experiments and brainstorming. There's herbs here with properties that might defy my world's sciences, after all. [Read: Magic plants.]
Not particular. What you want, is fuel. A spark that ignites actions. I wouldn't discard it so callously. So I've been told, I'm a man of considerable ego - but I would never sell myself that short. You ought to care to do the same.
I'm entirely certain you have qualities people find more than tolerable. It's precisely why they come speak with you.
Chairs are uncreative. Have you tried other methods?
[Ah, he was trying to convince her of what she should want. That made sense. It wasn't right, but it was... cute in a way.]
I haven't had access to people willing to keep me in check in my home world. It was complicated further by the fact that there was an alarmingly large number of episodes, with a great deal of unpredictability in some periods. It's been considerably more controlled here.
Do you have a better suggestion to ensure binding sticks?
Traditional medicines haven't worked in the past, either to correct the brain chemistry or to simply knock myself out. I haven't tried here, but so far, only the unpredictable variety of episode has happened making it hard to self-medicate in time.
As for the 'why,' I have a theory. At home, I heard voices, had full blown conversations with entities that I am reasonably sure nobody else could see or hear. Normally, this isn't a good sign for a person's mental stability, and it still isn't here, but what's odd is that none of them have chimed in here. By now, they should have at least made a passing comment. There were seven of them, explicitly, and each viewed itself to be a demon. I know that my father's involved in this madness as well, and I have finally accepted the fact that he has no sway here. Whether he had a hand in my arrival is beside the point. I am outside of his reach here.
If those voices represented real demons, which isn't outside the realm of possibility for me, and he is no longer present, there's healthy odds he and they were exacerbating the problem, making matters much worse than they would be naturally.
Most curious, you mean to say your continuous state of disarray is rooted in brainwork? that there is a triggering mechanism to access that portion of your 'persona'? the brain is an organ and needless to say it is capable of being ... controlled.
Most curious. Are you certain these voices are not an abiding result of a much deeper rooted psychological problem? There is no shame in seeking asylum. You will have to bear with some reluctance, on my part. The supernatural is something I have taken the opportunity to disprove on more than one occasion. An acknowledgement, however, that my methods are in gross need of reconstruction as they cannot be dismissed so offhandedly in this world.
You've asked a mouthful, so we'll start with two points. On the chemicals, I agree, but I think I need more punch than Prozac and a shrink if you will. I'm trying to work with these local plants to see if they can cut through my brain chemistry and stop me from having these psychotic breaks.
As for this 'he,' I don't like talking about him much. However, the Doctor's vouched for you. Valefar is my father, an incubus with delusions of grandeur. I don't know much about him, other than that he claims to be a duke in hell, and the lord and patron of thieves. Claimed to have stolen the power of life and death from an archangel once. Whether or not that crap's true, I don't know.
However, I do know this. Bastard's brought me back from the dead five times. I know for a fact I died and didn't just hallucinate it. One time, I was in the states when I died, and came to life off the coast of Ireland.
I'm suggesting much more than 'modern' hormonal corrections. But your actions, the 'shifting' so to speak, it's triggered by psychotic breaks? Can you confirm that much.
I'm not entirely inclined to believe you, Ms. Grey. That seems a tad farfetched.
Pretty much seems to be a moment where I just go completely crazy and stay that way for about twenty-four hours or so, if that's what you mean.
As for the far-fetched, what's far-fetched? Me ending up in another place when I came back to life, or me dying and rising in the first place? Or do you mean the whole hell thing? My world had a lot of weird shit.
All of it. It seems like something fictitious, but alas I come from a world without monsters. Naturally, what is the realm of impossible is easier eliminated.
Different worlds, I'm guessing. Might be outright impossible in yours. There's some of these worlds that have stuff I've never even heard of. I'll promise you it's true one way or another.
Besides, how many people you know with horns and a tail that smell a little of brimstone?
Eh, it's not really that strong. The few times it really came up, people didn't find it offensive so much as a little unnerving. Just kind of what I have to deal with is all. Fabreeze'll just help the room.
Most I've ever met. It's kind of a ... thing about our hell to have a little bit of sulfur in the air. As for their numbers, I couldn't tell you. There's books that make claims, and my dad used to make a whole heap of them the few times I actually heard him talk, but I couldn't say for sure.
I will say that the one time I got a tour of the place on my own dime, there were a lot of freaking demons down there. More than I could count.
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Can you control that other side of you?
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[ read: he was coked up and missed it, probably. ]
If I do recall, it is simply your more demonic sides that get advertised and this other side of you acts - differently from your norm?
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Admittedly, I haven't been able to do some of the worst things here that I did in my world under that influence. My powers are lessened, and that part of me has played it 'safe' for now, so the damage has been... slightly less.
[There was, after all, at least one body in her count so far, not to mention that Karuika had never spoken to her since.]
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Perhaps it is fortunate then that in Asgard your 'toys' cannot be permanently broken? The gods have made it so, after all, that the dead comes back to life.
Slightly less?
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It's a vicious and hideous thing for them to do to people. But that's their doing. Just another in their list of things I hate about them.
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Have you attempted to take precautions for when that less than flattering side of you emerges? I'm uncertain if there is asylum in Asgard, but perhaps you ought to seek it if you fall under that level of concern.
For a city with no laws, Ms. Gray. There is far less crime than one would imagine.
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But, no... there's been no attempt to incarcerate me as of yet, and there's been far too much forgiveness for my comfort, to they point where they insist upon putting themselves at risk.
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Perhaps, it is fortunate then we are acquainted. I am nothing short of excellent in finding patterns where people see chaos. Observation, as always, is a forte. If you are in need of assistance, consider this door open.
You don't want to be 'forgiven'?
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That stated... we're in the position we're in. Even if there's a simple cycle, I may be coming to you for assistance in other permutations. Simply strapping me to a chair in a dark room once in a while's only a temporary fix. She will get out eventually... So what I may need you for is more rigid experiments and brainstorming. There's herbs here with properties that might defy my world's sciences, after all. [Read: Magic plants.]
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I'm entirely certain you have qualities people find more than tolerable. It's precisely why they come speak with you.
Chairs are uncreative. Have you tried other methods?
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I haven't had access to people willing to keep me in check in my home world. It was complicated further by the fact that there was an alarmingly large number of episodes, with a great deal of unpredictability in some periods. It's been considerably more controlled here.
Do you have a better suggestion to ensure binding sticks?
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Why? Why are the 'episodes' less here?
Sedation. Have you tried sedating yourself before the ordeal happens?
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As for the 'why,' I have a theory. At home, I heard voices, had full blown conversations with entities that I am reasonably sure nobody else could see or hear. Normally, this isn't a good sign for a person's mental stability, and it still isn't here, but what's odd is that none of them have chimed in here. By now, they should have at least made a passing comment. There were seven of them, explicitly, and each viewed itself to be a demon. I know that my father's involved in this madness as well, and I have finally accepted the fact that he has no sway here. Whether he had a hand in my arrival is beside the point. I am outside of his reach here.
If those voices represented real demons, which isn't outside the realm of possibility for me, and he is no longer present, there's healthy odds he and they were exacerbating the problem, making matters much worse than they would be naturally.
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Most curious. Are you certain these voices are not an abiding result of a much deeper rooted psychological problem? There is no shame in seeking asylum. You will have to bear with some reluctance, on my part. The supernatural is something I have taken the opportunity to disprove on more than one occasion. An acknowledgement, however, that my methods are in gross need of reconstruction as they cannot be dismissed so offhandedly in this world.
Whom is the 'he' speak of?
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As for this 'he,' I don't like talking about him much. However, the Doctor's vouched for you. Valefar is my father, an incubus with delusions of grandeur. I don't know much about him, other than that he claims to be a duke in hell, and the lord and patron of thieves. Claimed to have stolen the power of life and death from an archangel once. Whether or not that crap's true, I don't know.
However, I do know this. Bastard's brought me back from the dead five times. I know for a fact I died and didn't just hallucinate it. One time, I was in the states when I died, and came to life off the coast of Ireland.
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I'm not entirely inclined to believe you, Ms. Grey. That seems a tad farfetched.
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As for the far-fetched, what's far-fetched? Me ending up in another place when I came back to life, or me dying and rising in the first place? Or do you mean the whole hell thing? My world had a lot of weird shit.
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But most curious. Most curious indeed.
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Besides, how many people you know with horns and a tail that smell a little of brimstone?
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There is something the nanny has given me to cure odors. It is an aerosol can with the label of : 'fabreezy'. Perhaps it can aid your ailments.
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I will say that the one time I got a tour of the place on my own dime, there were a lot of freaking demons down there. More than I could count.
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