UN: Twilight Sparkles | @Everyone

[thegreatexperiment]

[It's video for a change, although all that's on camera is the ceiling of Sam's room at the Inn. She's been working on a mural actually. It's the underbelly of a dragon, wings outstretched as it lifts up into the sky. Still little more than a pencil outline at this point. And it's missing both a head and a finished tail. But there's an enormous amount of detailing in the scales. It's no Sistine Chapel. But then again, it's not trying to be.

The camera moves as Sam speaks, as if she's gesturing with her hand. Her face never appears, but the disaster zone that is her room appears in flashes.]

Can someone tell me what the fucking point of turning twenty two is?

I mean, seriously. Bar or Bat Mitzvah at thirteen. Quinceañera at fifteen. Super sweet sixteen, whatever the hell that is. Donate blood at seventeen. Vote at eighteen. Drink at twenty one. All the good milestones are gone. Twenty two is a filler year. And don't say you can rent a car at twenty five. My world is literally flame and rubble. I'm never renting a damn car.

[She sighs.]

Anyone still alive after that party?

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[thegreatexperiment]

...because I'm kind of a monster.

I'm a vampire. Basically a fucking parasite living in a dead body. I have to drink blood to survive.

[She pauses.]

To clarify, I don't want yours. Or any other prisoner's blood. Also, I don't fucking sparkle.

[firacrux]

Why would you sparkle?

You're thinking, so I'm still not gonna call you a monster. Even if you do gotta drink blood.

Do you have to do that here or has it gone away? Heard people lose powers and stuff when they come here.

[thegreatexperiment]

You really are a lot like Nida.

[There's a smile in her voice.]

No, still gotta do it here. But fortunately, there are animals and they work just fine.

[firacrux]

[They have a very specific classification for monsters. Besides, Sorceresses can be infinitely worse than someone who needs blood to survive. He'd place her strangeness in the same category as a medical condition at worst.]

We eat animals, little difference. Nothing goes to waste. Better that way isn't it?

[thegreatexperiment]

That's one of the nicest ways of thinking about it I've ever heard.

[firacrux]

Glad to help.

You're really forward about the vampire thing. I'm impressed. I'd have expected someone to be more sketchy about it.

[thegreatexperiment]

I was. For about a year. Then I figured...fuck it. Either people will be cool with it, or they won't.

And everyone's weirdly cool with it.

[firacrux]

Not a bad way to look at it.

Yeah it sounds like everyone here has their own story. Most would be hypocrites to give you shit over this.

[thegreatexperiment]

Yeah, well. Don't underestimate hypocrisy. Like. Ever.

[firacrux]

Oh, trust me. I won't.

[Being both guilty of, and the victim of on numerous occasions he is well acquainted. Galbadia teams up with a Sorceress and starts a war, blames the guy who also got roped in.]

[thegreatexperiment]

People suck.

People outside, anyway.

[firacrux]

Eh, I'm sure we suck sometimes too. Smaller groups easier to get along in. Less strangers. Forces cooperation.

[thegreatexperiment]

Guess so.

[firacrux]

I like it here. Anyway, you should show off your dragon when its colored. Bet it'll be cool.

[thegreatexperiment]

You think?

Well. I do fucking love showing off.

[firacrux]

I do think.

A woman after my own heart. Hah!

[thegreatexperiment]

We'll have to hang in the meatspace at some point, so I can disappoint you with my shitty personality.

[firacrux]

If you come by the forge sometime might run into me. And great, we'll both disappoint each other equally.

[thegreatexperiment]

Sounds like a plan-shaped thing.

[firacrux]

Sure does. See you around.

[thegreatexperiment]

See you.

[Even if she doesn't know what he looks like, yet.]