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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 20, 2012 23:16:31 GMT -5
VerMillion smiles a little, resting her elbows on the machine in front of her and her chin on her hands as she explains, "See, that was the problem with everything you were trying to say. It was all black and white thinking, and it makes absolutely no sense to hear a vigilante talk like that - it's illegal to do that, you know. Definite gray area." She pauses very briefly as she quickly words her next point in her head before she adds, "But there's something I said that you didn't quite get. The problem isn't that not everything is black and white. The problem is that nothing is black or white. Everything is gray." And if anything, her gaze becomes even more intense as she makes that point, as if watching him very carefully to make absolutely certain that he understood it this time.
Though when he talks about where he's sitting, she suddenly bursts out laughing. "Yeah - the fact that you're sitting here now... You're sitting here now because you ran into the Scarecrow first. But if you were picking on thugs, you would have ended up tied to a chair sooner or later. If you weren't just shot," she says, shaking her head and laughing again.
And the way he answers her question doesn't do anything to diminish her humor. "You know, that's like saying that you're not afraid of a huge boulder teetering precariously on the cliff right above you, but you are afraid of being squished?" she asks, grinning before adding, "But let me rephrase then: are you at all worried that I might do something to you?" Which, since she sees no point in distinguishing between a person and their actions, is the exact same question.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2012 23:28:09 GMT -5
Wulfen listened to her speak and followed along. When she finished he nodded. "I understood what you meant. Its just that for some reason I see to have trouble saying that." He said looking at her and staring back at her with a look of understanding in his eyes.
Then he gave a slight shake of his head. "No I wouldn't have been tied to a chair due to them." He gave a slight smile. "I would've been shot and found lying in a ditch somewhere." He knew it was a dark prospect. But it was true knowing his luck.
He couldn't help but laugh at her comment about the boulder. "Hey I'm a wolf not a coyote." He said jokingly. "And yes.... That." He said nodding his head towards her as if to point. "That prospect does worry me abit." He chuckled yet again. He noticed it this time though. "Your right I do that alot."
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 21, 2012 11:32:47 GMT -5
Heather smiles at him. "That's because, if we step away from the analogy, if there's no such thing as black and white, then there's no such thing as right and wrong," she happily informs him. She sees the understanding now in his eyes and watches it carefully now, waiting for it to flicker. Again, she's never thought of this before, having a few scattered ideas when it came to philosophy, but never has she felt quite so free to see exactly what those ideas boil down to. So in a way, she's always thought what she's saying now but didn't know it. Huh.
The next thing he says causes her to chuckle. "Actually, that depends," she says, her voice almost teasing, "Some of them would rather just shoot you. Others would rather catch you and use you as bait for a better vigilante. Others would rather kill you slowly. And some, like the Scarecrow, would do something else to you completely." How is that for a dark prospect? Normally, she would try to avoid thinking about such things, but thinking about that sort of thing just doesn't seem disturbing at all to her right now.
She smirks a little when he points out that her analogy is rather like the cartoon, but it's also quite accurate. To be afraid of what someone would do to you is to be afraid of them generally. So to be worried about what she might do, is to be worried about her. And the thought of anyone being worried about her causes her to laugh. "Well, you shouldn't be. I'm only here because I was kidnapped three days ago, I'm a radio show host and not a criminal, and I can't fight very well. No, the only bad thing I'll do to you is end this interview," she says, laughing again, "I'm definitely not the one you should be afraid of here."
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2012 13:19:35 GMT -5
"I know this is alittle off topic." Victor said after listening to VerMillion make her point. "But I've heard it said that the duty of a solider is to preserve the lie of good and evil." He shifted around in his seat trying to find a weakness in his binds. "So in reality there is no real definition of what is right and what is wrong."
"Yeah I know what you mean" He said nodding as she finished what she was saying about thugs. "But with my luck I would've been shot."
"And I see things abit differently. There is no reason to be scared of people, but I see a reason to be scared of what they might do." He thought abit and added. "Also I'm not scared of guns but I am scared of getting shot by a gun." He realized that what she had said was a very very dark prospect. But him being a historian....... Who is unbiased on 98% of what he finds in history he has seen countless dark prospects.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 21, 2012 14:26:09 GMT -5
The quote, or whatever that is causes VerMillion to smile as she comments, "Then you'd better not ever try being a soldier." She pauses for a moment before asking, "So if we agree that there's no right and wrong, what is the point of being a vigilante?" Because those seem like incompatible ideas to her.
But when he says that he knows what she means about the thugs, she peers at him for a moment before simply replying with, "No you don't." If he did, he wouldn't be acting the way that he is. Ah well, she tried.
And she frowns slightly as he attempts to make the same argument again. It's pointless! "Now you're saying that you don't fear the boulder. Not only is there no reason to make that distinction, you're also lying to yourself. If you're afraid of getting squished, you're also afraid of the boulder - that's just how things go," she says, shaking her head and frowning, "The gun isn't the same thing - you could not be afraid of a gun and afraid of getting shot. But aren't you afraid of bullets that have been fired in your direction?"
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2012 14:47:47 GMT -5
Wulfen stopped and thought about her question. "Well I think in away vigilantes are soldiers preserving the lie of good and evil." He said. "Even if only by going out and trying to lower the crime rate." He said. "I might not be doing a good job at it.... But some little kid somewhere is looking at the TV and seeing Superman and going 'Look at the good guy!'" Then he paused. "Granted he might not be considered a vigilante."
Then when she said that he didn't know thugs he squinted his right eye thinking. "Lets just agree to disagree on that topic." He said calmly not allowing himself to get upset about another thing.
When VerMillion questioned him on his argument about fear he smiled slightly. "I consider that getting shot at." He said. "There's no need to fear an non-living object." Then he gave a slight laugh. "Now there is a reason to fear a person holding said object in your direction and threatening to kill you with it." He said. "I guess what I'm afraid of is the unknown."
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 22, 2012 17:45:42 GMT -5
VerMillion shakes her head at him. "Well, then you should quit, because if that's your duty then you suck at it. And being a vigilante only raises the crime rate - vigilantism is a crime itself, you know," she says, shaking her head at him, "And Superman is a 'hero', not a vigilante - which means that he's even more useless since he only stops crime and never prevents it. Some role model."
She smirks a little, feeling pleased with herself. In spite of his attempts to argue with her, she doubts that anyone listening to this will miss the fact that his thoughts on everything they've talked about are weak. He doesn't understand what he believes, doesn't seem to have much conviction in what he does... definitely not someone to put your faith in. And a part of her suspects that he knows all that and his arguing is just him grasping at straws for something to make himself feel like he's still okay. Pathetic.
His attempts to explain what he's afraid of is especially disjointed, and she finds that she doesn't know where to begin in trying to explain that to him. In fact, she's finding that she's actually started to grow a bit bored - they've already talked about pretty much everything she'd want to talk about. Well, one of the good things about this interview is that there's nobody telling her how long or short it has to be, so instead of responding to it directly, she says, "Interesting. Well, it was nice talking to you, but I'm going to have to end it now."
She reaches over and turns off the recording - she'll be able to add in a proper intro and closing to the interview when it's broadcast, so that's all that she needs to do for now. Then she glances up expectantly - she knows that Crane has been listening this entire time and will likely be very quick to react to her ending the interview.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2012 18:52:11 GMT -5
"Well it depends on how it turns out." He said in response to her comment about vigilantism. "Yes it is a crime. But if you do something unspeakably good then you get congratulated. Otherwise your a criminal." He said. "Its just the way the worl works." He finishes with a shrug.
He realized that his whole argument was bad. But in his defense he had no time to prepare. In spite of that fact though he had fun. He really did. He got to face a challenge. And not a physical challenge but a mental one. He was disappointed when she said the interview was over. But mostly it was a worry of what would happen now. "Well it was a mixed pleasure." He said before she turned off the equipment. Then when he saw the light go off he said. "Ok who else was listening and what happens now?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 24, 2012 11:54:39 GMT -5
Dr. Crane always kept all of his dooms fairly dimly lit. The only exception for this rule was for his lab, which even then the most light was on the tables, not around. There were many reasons for this. The darkness was a part of him; it enveloped him, and invited him. He had been leaning up against the wall in the darkness behind VerMillion for some time, in the far corners of the room. Nothing had been said that he had missed.
The interview had gone as planned for the most part, Wulfen certainly put on a good show. Some of the things her said were truly interesting, it made him want to pry his mind apart. This new vigilante clearly didn’t know what he was doing, and running into The Scarecrow was just one of the things he could add to his bad luck list. This would be quite the learning experience however.
Everything that Wulfen had said just made him dig his grave deeper and deeper. At times Dr. Crane found it difficult not to laugh. It was clearly that it hadn’t sunk in yet the gravity of what he had just done for the world to hear. It was to be expected…He didn’t take him as a very smart vigilante…
Staying there against the wall for just a few moments longer he soaked in the anxiety of the moment. The scene was just perfect, everything was just so perfect. The thought of VerMillions first interview with a guest going on the air made him smile. The few choice people that he was hoping would hear it immediately; his plan was going right according to schedule.
Dr. Crane shifted his weight from the wall stepping out slowly from the darkness into the dim light from the room. The darkness seemed to fall around him as he left it, like it had been wrapped around him. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose he continued to walk forward until he was beside VerMillion. “Quite an insightful interview…” Was all her offered her for now. Of course he thought that it was brilliant, but Dr. Crane was never one to give praise often.
The doctor moved from beside her around the equipment and the booth itself to take long slow strides toward Wulfen. “What happens now?” He asked with dark intent behind his voice. His fingers went to the inside of his lab coat as he progressed toward him. Pulling out a small syringe from his coat that held a clear liquid a sinister smile played over his face. Dr. Crane came to a stop in front of Wulfen and leaned down to his eye level, keeping the syringe near his face. “Whatever fear drives you to do….” With that he grabbed Wulfen by the back of his hair and inserted the syringe into his neck, pressing down the entire solution.
He pulled the syringe out slowly and let go of Wulfens hair roughly. Turning around he faced VerMillion once more. “He should slip into darkness in a few moments…Then we can move him elsewhere…” He commented to her to explain what they were going to do next. It would only be a few moments before his world began to get dark and he would slip into unconsciousness.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 24, 2012 12:44:53 GMT -5
VerMillion smirks at Wulfen's last questions, but she only responds with, "You really shouldn't ask stupid questions." Then she glances over at Crane when he moves and makes himself more visible. And his words cause her to smirk and she jokingly says, "Oh, stop, you're embarrassing me!" She may not have had much of a chance to get to know him, both because she's only been with him for a brief time and he's hardly easy to get to know even after a long time, but she's guessing that probably counts as high praise. But even if he didn't mean it that way, she's rather pleased with herself regardless of what he thinks.
As he goes over to Wulfen, VerMillion is making a few adjustments to the machine and mulling over what she'll need to do with the recording before it's broadcast. Probably not very much, as she thinks it was all pretty solid, but she'll want to listen to it again just to make sure. Might need to tweak the volume here and there where Wulfen muttered. And figure out which range of frequencies she wants to override. WGGZ, definitely, but should it be more than that, and which ones if so?
But her thoughts are interrupted when Crane talks to her. Catching the 'we', she gathers that means that he wants her to help him with whatever it is he's doing. Perfectly fine, because there's still several hours before anyone will expect the broadcast, so she nods and says, "Okay." She can polish off the recording later. Might even record the intro and outro beforehand so that when the time comes, she'll just have to hit 'play'. But for now, she starts turning off the machine.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2012 15:40:14 GMT -5
Wulfen matched her smirk and said. "Someone's got to ask it." He said. Then looked at the movement and narrowed is eyes. He knew he had smelt something else. But now he knows he smelt something. He remembered that he had smelt the same smell back at the docks.
Then his eyes snapped towards the needle. He didn't care what was in it. He had an aversion to most things medical. But not a fear. He grunted as he head was pulled back. He knew that having the mask cover he hair was a good idea. But maybe adding the hair like ruffles on his mask was a bad idea. It still hurt though. Then he tried to struggle. Not out of fear..... Well in a way self preservation is a form of fear.
He felt the needle enter his neck and felt what ever was in it enter his blood stream. It was surprisingly fast acting. He also felt alittle sore after the man let go of his head. His mind started to fog up and his eyelids grew heavy. He looked at the two and then focused on the man "Well at least you didn't break the needle off." He added in a slurred voice before he fell into blackness.
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