[He feels a bit disappointed being apologized to, but also thinks it feels wrong to say stop. So he just frowns. He thinks he should be grilling them about everything, but everyone else did it for him, and he just listened.]
[At that, his green eyes narrow slightly. Survivors, huh.]
My favorites are The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, and... [He's thoughtful for a moment.] ...Alien. [A pause.] No relation to The Omen, but I have been called Grandson of the Demon.
The Cabinet is a classic. [Which means it's old because of course it is, DAMIAN.] Mm. [It's a partial agreement.] My grandfather was called the Demon's Head because he was the leader of a league of assassins.
Plenty of people probably consider me the child of Satan. [If this bothers him at all, he doesn't show it.] What's your favorite book?
[Bruce may or may not debate whether he is an actual demon child.]
Some film is still well done. [But the differentiation makes his brows pinch.] There we books on the bus, on one level. Weren't they yours? Horror and gardening.
How have you seen movies, or read books, if you've only been here?
You should invest in an e-reader. You can make the font bigger. [His eyes drop to the book. I hate that he will take the book. :unamused:] There are plenty of book purists, but digital cuts down on plant destruction.
Monte Cristo is the story of a man who is wrongfully imprisoned, his later escape, his rise into fortune, and his ultimate goal of revenge against those who framed him.
You should watch the 1934 film by the same name. [Since films were preferred.] The only downside is the ending is not the same. It isn't enjoyable unless you experience yourself.
[Damian, please read something normal.]
On the other hand, I can tell you stories from Nights. But I will only tell you one a week.
[Damian nods, finding this acceptable. BS, please, revenge is the best?]
The first story begins in Baghdad. A poor man called Hindbad the Porter stops to rest on a bench outside of a rich merchant's house because he's tired. Inside, he can hear people singing and enjoying themselves; he can smell savory food; and he can see a brilliant garden.
So he goes to the door and asks a servant to who the house belongs. He is told the house belongs to the famous Sindbad the Sailor--how could he not know Sindbad? Hindbad begins to bemoan his lowly status, even stomping his feet. How unfair it is some people have so much while he has so little, while he has worked so hard. Not like Sindbad who has been given everything, who has so much money.
The servant invites Hindbad inside the house to meet the master, Sindbad. But seeing so much glamour and respect in Sindbad's study, the porter becomes humble and apologizes for his outburst. Sindbad tells Hindbad he understands, and he earned these riches through toil and danger. Sindbad says he will tell the porter about his seven voyages. Curious, the porter sat down to listen.
[revenge is not the best. please do not, small bat child.
they listen intently to the story as he speaks; even without a face, it isn't difficult to get the impression when they rest their elbows on the desk too, leaning forward just slightly. but when he stops, their head cants to the side.]
...good that he apologized. Also good that all was not simply given.
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[their head bows in apology.]
Sorry.
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Do you like horror?
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[their head tilts curiously as they look across the desk at him.]
Do you?
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My favorites are The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, and... [He's thoughtful for a moment.] ...Alien. [A pause.] No relation to The Omen, but I have been called Grandson of the Demon.
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[hm. they think for a few moments, before they ask:]
Because of your name?
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Plenty of people probably consider me the child of Satan. [If this bothers him at all, he doesn't show it.] What's your favorite book?
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[if he was a leader, and all. somehow they are unsurprised an assassin's grandkid likes the horror genre.]
Don't seem that bad to me. [an actual demon child would be worse to deal with? probably? probably.] But can't read often. Film is easier.
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Some film is still well done. [But the differentiation makes his brows pinch.] There we books on the bus, on one level. Weren't they yours? Horror and gardening.
How have you seen movies, or read books, if you've only been here?
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[they sound proud of that! their plants...]
Provided for entertainment. Difficult for me to read-- written too small. But I still have books.
[they produce one from their sleeve, even. the book is a copy of IT, just for you anna.]
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You should invest in an e-reader. You can make the font bigger. [His eyes drop to the book. I hate that he will take the book. :unamused:] There are plenty of book purists, but digital cuts down on plant destruction.
[They liked plants, right?]
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[but they do hand the book over, accept your cursed clown content.]
Will look into it. Have a favorite?
[same question he gave them; they're curious.]
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The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, or A Thousand and One Nights.
[NOT THIS CLOWNERY HE HAS IN HIS HANDS.]
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[horror movies are a yes, but classics less so, it seems.]
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You should watch the 1934 film by the same name. [Since films were preferred.] The only downside is the ending is not the same. It isn't enjoyable unless you experience yourself.
[Damian, please read something normal.]
On the other hand, I can tell you stories from Nights. But I will only tell you one a week.
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[they fold their hands on their desk, and he may get the impression they're watching curiously despite their lack of a face.]
...one story a week is acceptable, too.
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The first story begins in Baghdad. A poor man called Hindbad the Porter stops to rest on a bench outside of a rich merchant's house because he's tired. Inside, he can hear people singing and enjoying themselves; he can smell savory food; and he can see a brilliant garden.
So he goes to the door and asks a servant to who the house belongs. He is told the house belongs to the famous Sindbad the Sailor--how could he not know Sindbad? Hindbad begins to bemoan his lowly status, even stomping his feet. How unfair it is some people have so much while he has so little, while he has worked so hard. Not like Sindbad who has been given everything, who has so much money.
The servant invites Hindbad inside the house to meet the master, Sindbad. But seeing so much glamour and respect in Sindbad's study, the porter becomes humble and apologizes for his outburst. Sindbad tells Hindbad he understands, and he earned these riches through toil and danger. Sindbad says he will tell the porter about his seven voyages. Curious, the porter sat down to listen.
[Damian stops, and doesn't go on.]
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they listen intently to the story as he speaks; even without a face, it isn't difficult to get the impression when they rest their elbows on the desk too, leaning forward just slightly. but when he stops, their head cants to the side.]
...good that he apologized. Also good that all was not simply given.
[they approve of these, so far.]
What of voyages?
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There are seven of them. I'll tell you one at the end of each week, if I'm alive. Every Sunday. Does that work with your schedule?
I'll tell you his first voyage next Sunday.
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[they nod, firmly.]
Look forward to hearing them, while you are here.
[they remain silent for one moment, but then they add, in what is probably an attempt at a joke:]
May slow down work on travel mishap to finish stories first.
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[Black Shadows' jokes aaaaa..........]
If you try not to keep us too long, I will tell you any I haven't before I leave. On my word.