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A Welcome Change to the Menu
[Alex squints up into the light filtering down between the leaves of the trees around him, looking for the bird he'd just heard making an unfamiliar call. When he fails to find it after a moment, he gives up and returns to the task at hand.]
...Which happens to be the butchering of a skinned and gutted deer carcass hanging from a tree. His hands have become enormous, wickedly sharp claws, which he uses to cleanly slice off pieces of the animal. He's been hard at work for some time, judging by the pile of fresh, cleanly-sliced venison set on a nearby boulder. Still, there's a lot of work left to do, a lot of meat still left on the carcass. Surely more than one person could reasonably finish before it spoiled, right...?
Something else moves in the forest, snapping a twig or perhaps just rustling some bushes a bit loudly. He pauses again to search for the "visitor."]
...Which happens to be the butchering of a skinned and gutted deer carcass hanging from a tree. His hands have become enormous, wickedly sharp claws, which he uses to cleanly slice off pieces of the animal. He's been hard at work for some time, judging by the pile of fresh, cleanly-sliced venison set on a nearby boulder. Still, there's a lot of work left to do, a lot of meat still left on the carcass. Surely more than one person could reasonably finish before it spoiled, right...?
Something else moves in the forest, snapping a twig or perhaps just rustling some bushes a bit loudly. He pauses again to search for the "visitor."]
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Yeah? It's better than the gruel they try to serve us.
[He turns away from the carcass, searching the tree tops for whoever decided to pay him a visit.]
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Pyrrha does all the cooking. Uh--I mean, that's not to say I don't help. [He's not THAT bad.]
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Stirring things once in a while isn't helping.
[What can he say? This guy doesn't look like the type who cooks. Ever.]
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Tch. I actually gut things, for your information. [He raises his covered Devil Bringer, looking at it thoughtfully.]
Somebody's gotta do the dirty work, after all.
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...That's still not cooking.
[Alex raises an inquisitive eyebrow.]
What's with the arm?
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[He rolls his eyes.] You know what, I'm really sick of answering that question. So I'm going to pass.
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I guess I would get annoyed if I couldn't hide it, too.
[He claws briefly shift back into arms. There's no trace of blood on them, no hint that they were ever anything else or that they'd been broken down into writhing tendrils for a moment. Then, just as abruptly, they shift back into claws.]
Mind telling me what you are, though?
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That's pretty rude, coming from a freak like you. At least only one of my arms is worth running away in tears from.
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Huh. You're the first one I've met who's sensitive about the subject. I say embrace it, kid; you've got a clear advantage over your average human.
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The only thing sensitive here would be your ass after I kick it.
[He didn't want a clear advantage...he stuck out with such a freakish arm! He's just glad nobody from back home is around to see him right now.]
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Relax, kid. I don't mean anything by it. You're just the first one I've ever met who doesn't seem to be happy about it.
[He assumes it's just a mutation brought on by either freakish genetics or an experiment. From where he's standing, it looks like one hell of a useful weapon.]
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Who the hell would be happy about this? [He mumbles bitterly] It's a curse...
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Not around here. There's a guy walking around who looks a hell of a lot worse than you, but I haven't heard anyone raising a fuss about it.
[Judging purely from his own experience, of course. He used to turn average, calm crowds into panicked mobs simply by having the audacity to walk in broad daylight with one of his weapons at the ready. Didn't always hurt them, not if there wasn't any point to the violence, but it had been oddly fascinating and disheartening to watch them instantly reject and fear him because of a single non-human feature.]
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[Nero cuts himself off. Sure, he knew somewhere inside that that was the case, but he'd never said it outloud.
And he wasn't about to start now. This guy was just pissing him off, and now the claws of his Devil Bringer were digging so furiously into the tree trunk that it started to crack.]
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[He says it plainly, trying to calm the man down a bit by stating the facts of this place. He's gotten a few raised eyebrows, but that's about it. No screaming, no accusations, just curiosity and surprise.]
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Am I supposed to be happy for you or something? [He jumps down from the tree.]
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[He will, however, continue to hide the more controversial parts of his diet from everyone. Strange abilities are one thing, but that absolutely does cross certain lines.]
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[Nero turns, planning to make his exit.]