trans_9 | Sometimes research just doesn't help. [Open]

Patsy Walker was quickly discovering that the media library onboard Stacy had vast amounts of information on almost any subject that she wished to look up. After having been distracted by looking up the history of lipstick, reading about Marie Antoinette, and discovering a trashy beach read, she had gotten down to business and started researching Hell and Satan and all of that stuff. And boy, do I wish I hadn’t. All of this information couldn’t be more contradictory if it tried, she mused. I mean, okay, I want to understand Daimon, I do – why, I don’t know, but I’m drawn towards it just the same – but so much of this just refuses to make any coherent sense!

Clearly, if she was going to understand him, she’d have to approach this from a different route.

Whatever that route was. Talk to him some more?

She shook her head and went back to some light, fluffy reading. Not that Joan Collins was light and fluffy. Really, it was more hot and heavy.

And bad on you for imagining Daimon as your bodice-ripping stud!

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"Not really," Roxie says. She doesn't hate, but she does grudge some. "Shyama crafts a lot of nightmares, and deaths in darkness fall under his domain. But he helps uphold the natural order of things most of the time. Gives structure for people to live in. People like me are exceptions to balance out the things that don't belong in the world."

"..." She listens to that, taking it in. It sounds interesting, if a little scary. Patsy wonders what purpose the ship has had in choosing Roxie. Whatever it is...the girl is certainly unique. "And what do people like you do exactly?"

"Hunt down the cho and kill them." She halfway adjusts her glasses again. "They infect other creatures and eat them from the inside out. A lot of the time they hide as normal-looking people."

Impressive. That's really impressive. Here, Patsy's starting out to be a hero, to do amazing things, and this girl standing in front of her...she already does amazing things. The awe on Patsy's face is clear as she asks, "What happens to the creatures who are eaten from inside-out? Can they be saved?"

"Not really," Roxie says. "Maybe if you get there quick enough and have a good surgeon, but there's a point where it's impossible to remove the cho without killing them anyway." She sounds remarkably cool and logical about the subject. Maybe it's a defensive reaction.

Maybe it is. Patsy would imagine that you'd need to be able to compartmentalize to deal with something like this on a regular basis.

But it did bring up a question.

"Do you like it? What you do?"

"It's okay." She shrugs. "And it's... well, I figure out where one of the cho is, and I hit it until it stops moving." Small girl, to do something like that. But her handshake... "On a good day, the first part is the hard one."

"That's a lot to have on your shoulders," Patsy says, trying to place herself in Roxie's shoes. "I want to be a hero myself, but I sometimes don't know if I'd have the moxie to do something like that."

"It's not really a hero thing," Roxie says. "It's a job."

A job she spends her time getting beaten halfway to death for, but a job.

"Some superheroes take what they do to be a job as well," Patsy says, nodding her head. "Not that I am one. Yet. But I hope to be someday."

"Superheroes?" Roxie asks. "So, what, there are people from comic books here now..." She looks a little weirded out as she processes this fact.

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