milliways_bar | (no subject)

*dry* The poor bar.

Oh don't sugarcoat it, tell us how you really feel.
*very very sarcastic*

*similar tone* But then I wouldn't be the caring, compassionate person that all know me to be.

*he laughs and just barely fights the urge to clap her on the shoulder like he would Casey*

True enough.

*slight smile* All else aside, a liar I'm not.

You've avoided my question, though.

*looks a little confused*
Oh yeah? Which one?

I believe you were supposed to remedy the fact that I don't know you. *smirks* Of course, you did tell me about your impressive title, which I suppose did that, to a point.

Whaddaya wanna know?

*shrugs* Tell me about your Rat.

Oh Splinter?
*he fidgits just a little*

He's good folk. He uh, started out as a pet of Master Yoshi who used to keep him caged up in his dojo. That's where Splinter learned it all, the Ninjitsu. After Master Yoshi was murdered, Splinter was homeless and left to fend for himself on the streets. That's where he found me and my brothers.

It's the chemical spill that made us all what we are. Or...in my case, were.

And where are Splinter and your brothers now?

*starts to look just a touch uncomfortable*
right where I left'em

But enough about me, tell me about Munchkinland.

Ah.

*silent for a minute* It's the bread-basket of Oz. Farmer country. I spent some of my childhood there, as well as in Quadling territory. It's *wry smile* very blue. I believe my sister is buried there. Probably my father too, by now. If my brother's still alive, he's likely there.

I don't have many fond memories of it. I only lived there when I was very young.

Sorry to hear that.
Ain't we both just founts of bad memories?

I'm not. *flatly* None of it is worth feeling badly over any more.

It seems so. I'm sorry that you don't have your brothers or mentor with you any longer, I suppose.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

You can't go back?

*sighs and wipes his hand with his face*
Can, won't change nothing, cause nothin' there changes.

*smirks* Well, that's just foolish.

If nothing else, you've changed.

You're not gettin' me.
Nothin's changed there, cause time doesn't move there.
It..sorta stopped.

*raises eyebrow* How?

Fucked if I know. Hell, I'm already fucked and I don't know.

Your outlook on life is an inspiration to me. Truly. *softens slightly* I'm truly sorry, though.

*there's something so reassuring about people who don't let you wallow in your own self-misery. If he didn't already think highly of her, he would now.*

Guess I'll start adding Motivational Speaker to my resume.

thanks.

You just keep racking up those titles. Maybe you can trade them in somewhere for a prize.