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Elf:
Forest

"You're male, you wouldn't understand.  Or rather you don't have to go through all the misogynistic bull shite that I've had to for the past thousand years," Forest said in a low voice.

Her fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard that leather audibly creaked.  "I'd wager a few quid that you don't have to put up with rape threats or people wanting to make you their plaything," she said.

yinsukin:
Scott

"Rape threats?  No.  Being made into a plaything, yes.  You think I became a vampire by choice?" he asked, glaring at her.  A genuine fire lit in the pits of his cold vampire heart, the fangs hidden from her finally flashing her as he spoke.  "I didn't choose this life of violence, but it came to me.  Yet despite that, I get none of the benefits most get from being this helpless.  None of the power, none of the agency, nothing.  I'm just a weak fool clawing his way through life."

He sighed.  "Look, i'm not going to pretend to understand the struggles of a woman, but I get the struggles of a vampire and I have my own unique struggles, my own desires and losses.  How about you get off that stupid high horse of yours huh?"

Elf:
Forest

Forest shrugged and said, "I sure as bloody hell didn't become a vampire by choice.  Life of violence, that I was already an expert in and damned good at it.  Was it what I wanted?  No.  I wanted a family, a husband, and a bunch of fat children that I could sing to and tell stories to.

"I sure as fuck didn't get any of that," Forest replied.

She studied him for a moment and said, "Look, I get the whole feeling weak and powerless feeling, but I got up on this 'stupid high horse' because I worked my goddamn ass off."

yinsukin:
Scott

Scott's eyes flooded with all the blood in his system, burning a crimson red with rage.  "You were an expert?  Thats all you got?  You may get to live as a victim, but you were never turned into the villain!  I never wanted to take a life!  In fact, at first, the thought sickened me.  The worst part was when I learned that I loved it, that it brought a smile to my face!  No, I accepted that.  It was part of the life of a spy, the life of a man forced to kill or be killed, or risk his life and world falling into chaos."

His leg slammed into the concrete of the ground.  "And did you not hear me earlier you self absorbed little...  I WANTED A FAMILY TOO!  Hell, I already had one!  They are dead, taken by my "master."

"You worked hard?  Thats why you get to be on the high horse?  No, you worked hard and some things worked out for you.  Maybe not the things you wanted, but something clearly worked.  Your body is strong, your mind is literally so strong it can read minds!  Meanwhile, I struggled to take down some thugs.  You know I could have lost that fight?  Huh?  Thats how weak I am.  Thats how FUCKED I was before you came along!"

He shook his head.  "Maybe we should skip this whole thing.  I don't even want to get into your whole bit about killing.  I wish I had the strength to be that soft.  I'm sure its worked out great for you too, just put them in the hospital with their mind wiped.  They will think its all a comatosed dream.  You don't even have to be a real spy, just my willfully ignorant guard."

Elf:
Forest

"I was twelve when I killed for the first time.  I had my da's axe.  Never met him; both him and my mum died before I was born, but someone made damned sure I got his axe," Forest said with a frown.

She sighed and said, "He was a raider from a neighboring clan.  His eyes were brown.  He wanted to do things to the pretty redhead mage.  I could see what he wanted to do to her, and she was the one person who I could call family.  So I fought him.  He was bigger than me and stronger, but even alive I was pretty quick and I knew what he wanted to do before he could do it."

Her nose crinkled as she grimaced.  "I didn't expect him to stink like he did when he died.  I didn't know people shat and pissed themselves after they died.  I thought it was kind of stupidly easy.  I didn't like it, but I was good at it."

She then eyed him and said, "I don't like killing mortals.  Doesn't mean I won't.  Anything else?  If it's doing something that's hurting others?  I have a talent at the old ultra violence."

She then shrugged and said, "Honestly, I'd make a horrible spy.  I'm too honest.  However, I make a fairly descent boogeyman.  Or woman.  Scary thing that strikes terror in the hearts of evil doers, like the Shadow and whatnot."

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