I had no memory of family. I was born alone. [ She says it with frankness, dropping her colourful speech patterns again. It didn't suit now] The world was a cold place. Empty. Even back then, the City was a wretched hive that did little to protect those within its borders. Very little mattered. Then he arrived. [a pause, as she considers the scent of her own flesh burned to charcoal, the aching pain that did not matter. The red eyes and silver hair that loomed above her, offering her a hand] He was my hero.
[a pause as she studies Solomon]
Your hair is quite similar in color to him. Only he never cut his once. I always had to help him keep it tidy.
Nay! 'Tis from my father I adopted this method of speech and understood the importance of bringing color into mine world. [And just like that, she slips back into her usual self. Also, she just thinks it's fun, speaking in such a grandiose archaic way] The City itself has 24 districts, each with its own unique characteristics. 'Tis not an easy place to live.
[how does one describe the hyper capitalist hellscape that is the City?]
Mmm, a place that sits on its own. There are the outskirts, but they are even more treacherous and difficult to navigate than the Backstreets of the City.
Sounds like a place I know from back home, then. [A quaint little monarchy, settled in the dark. Gotta walk through seven layers to get there, but yknow.]
What makes it so dangerous? I imagine the Bloodfiends must only be a part of it if it's divided into so many sections.
Mmm. All of the City is dangerous. Each district is run by a 'Wing', and within that wing...many people suffer to stay under that protection for it costs a large sum of money. Those cast outside into the backstreets live in fear of cannibals, syndicates and ah, worst of them all, the Sweepers that emerge during "The Night of the backstreets."
[And yet]
But the dangers within the City are all "Human" as far as the Head is concerned. Outside, are creatures beyond the title of "humanity". True monsters.
[Cannibals, though... out of necessity or out of transformation like Don's, is his first question. Really the more Don explains, the more questions he has.]
If the danger is so widespread, you would think protections would be a public interest, not a profit margin... [But, yknow, capitalism sure does exist in some places.] Do you tend to have to defend from more inside the city, or from threats outside instead?
The Head. The Eyes. The Claws. They are the Supreme government of the City. None shall act without their knowledge. One must always adhere to their Taboos.
[Hypercapitalist hell is thy name]
Tis...an odd query. Dangers lurk within the city. But much is allowed to go unpunished for they violate nothing that would beckon the Head's attention. The Outskirts remain the Outskirts. Verily, they have yet to pierce through the walls of the City.
But nothing is a better title for a position so illustrious!
[Sparkles. She loves Fixers]
Ah, no. 'Tis a term for villains that plague the City. It ranges from Urban Myth to Star of the City. Fixers are contracted in various ways to deal with such issues.
[That pulls Don Quixote up short, shoulders going back with righteousness]
I will fight for that illustrious ideal! 'Tis never within my desire to ever become a blight upon the people. I will be stronger and fix things where I can...yet I understand if people find it difficult to believe, for I hath yet to prove mineself here in any meaningful way.
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[a pause as she studies Solomon]
Your hair is quite similar in color to him. Only he never cut his once. I always had to help him keep it tidy.
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It's quite a drastic shift in personality, one that catches Solomon off guard enough to extend the pause a little too long.]
I hope it isn't a bad reminder, in any case. I would feel bad making you think of someone you didn't want on your mind.
What kind of place was it? Your City.
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Hahah -- well, in that I'll take some relief. You must really look up to him.
Is it the capital of some larger country, or a place that sits all on its own?
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Mmm, a place that sits on its own. There are the outskirts, but they are even more treacherous and difficult to navigate than the Backstreets of the City.
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What makes it so dangerous? I imagine the Bloodfiends must only be a part of it if it's divided into so many sections.
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[And yet]
But the dangers within the City are all "Human" as far as the Head is concerned. Outside, are creatures beyond the title of "humanity". True monsters.
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[Cannibals, though... out of necessity or out of transformation like Don's, is his first question. Really the more Don explains, the more questions he has.]
If the danger is so widespread, you would think protections would be a public interest, not a profit margin... [But, yknow, capitalism sure does exist in some places.] Do you tend to have to defend from more inside the city, or from threats outside instead?
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[Hypercapitalist hell is thy name]
Tis...an odd query. Dangers lurk within the city. But much is allowed to go unpunished for they violate nothing that would beckon the Head's attention. The Outskirts remain the Outskirts. Verily, they have yet to pierce through the walls of the City.
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Damn this city of yours is whack]
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[It gets Worse]
As long as I am not designated a Star of the City, I would simply be allowed to exist, with the job delegated to Fixers alike to remove.
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What makes a Star any different? Do they serve a role like the Head?
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[Sparkles. She loves Fixers]
Ah, no. 'Tis a term for villains that plague the City. It ranges from Urban Myth to Star of the City. Fixers are contracted in various ways to deal with such issues.
[We don't talk about the level after]
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...
[Brassy eyes settle on her with an odd firmness.]
Do you consider yourself that now, after what was done, Don? A villian in our midst in this place, deserving to be dealt with?
Or do you plan to pursue that illustrious ideal instead? To be a Fixer, and try to make things right?
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I will fight for that illustrious ideal! 'Tis never within my desire to ever become a blight upon the people. I will be stronger and fix things where I can...yet I understand if people find it difficult to believe, for I hath yet to prove mineself here in any meaningful way.