Aaaaaaaargh! [Open]

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Through the City paced a blood elf paladin.

Well. Not paced... more like rampaged. Sword in his hands, the sin'dorei stalked darkly down the more crowded streets fronted by damaged building, walking a good sight faster than a normal constitutional should warrant.

More ominously, his face was a blank mask, but his actions spoke of absolute fury at best. Where a piece of rubble or an abandoned object stood in his way, he hacked at it with his sword until it collapsed into chunks. Where an innocent piece of structure stood out in some way along the crumbled buildings, he paused a second to gather holy energy in his hands, then with a gesture slammed it violently into that object, more often that not causing it to collapse.

In short, the paladin was not happy.

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"Oh, no worries there. I haven't been psychotic enough to do something like that (though in reality I'd have you rending your own limbs) in quite some time!"

With a flick of her fingers, she motioned him to where she sat and pointed below with her free hand. The first floor was littered with broken furniture and a variety of rubble. A crumbling staircase against the wall led up to the second floor. It looked safe--mostly.

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I've been mind-controlled before, and my experience is that it's really hard to make someone attack themself, he said as he clambered up the staircase without any regard for safety, or comparisons between her slim and unencumbered form and his armored weight as it concerned structural stress. Attack teammates, sure. Walk off a cliff, no problem.

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"Oh?" she questioned, pushing herself to her feet. "I've been mind-controlled before, too and my experience was just a tad (a lot) different. I've even got rad scars to show for it."

Because cracking a joke about her disfigurement would obviously make his comment just a little less awkward. On her end, at least.

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Maybe different circumstances, Mar said, who had not forgotten about her situation, but openly suspected that anyone who dared challenge her on that front now would sorely regret the attempt. Like age at the time it happened.

Anyway, he made it up without dying to collapsing terrain, and he considered that a victory.

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"True enough. I'd like to think that if I were older at the time I would have been able to resist his will (though these thoughts are really only fanciful self-delusions at best) and hold my own."

By the time he'd reached the top, she was already standing nearby, a slanted smile adorning her face. She raised her arms slightly and motioned the elf over with a nod of the head.

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"Hey, baby," he said, lifting an eyebrow in the deliberately-least-suave manner ever. And thus having ruined the moment a bit, he stepped in to accept, and receive, the hug.

"Don't call them 'fanciful self-delusions'," he said quietly. "They're half-dream, half-goal, and dreams and goals are what make people grow strong."

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That earned him a laugh in the least and a small pat on the shoulder, as if to say 'that'll do, boy'. She leaned into the hug and silently contemplated his words before replying.

"Then, what do you suppose your (half) dream, (half) goal is?"

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"To make sure no one else ever suffers or is in pain again," he said. "But... not in one of those creepy ways where I try to kill everyone or mess with their minds or whatever. Just good old-fashioned happy lives for everyone else."

Which was why he was so damn frustrated. The situation on the ship had been a bad one for his sister to be in. Returning to the pods was the best thing for her, and he knew it. Wishing she hadn't gone back was not only selfish, it ran directly counter to that stated goal.

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"My, my, that definitely is noble and selfless of you (in which you hardly give yourself enough credit). But...I think I can see (or 'hear' as it were) where your disappointment lies. Regardless of the situation, it means something to know that there's...well, someone else out there like you. Someone close, even."

She hadn't been quite as lucky...unlucky? to find a familiar face amongst those who rose from the pods. But she wasn't sure if she'd want to see most of the people she knew from the Superhomeys, anyways. Most of them left a lot to be desired--not only as heroes, but as people.

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"Rime is as far from being like me as possible," Mar said with a chuckle, "right up to the part where I'm still alive. And yet, still my sister."

His only family. Not quite his only LIVING family, but.

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"Sometimes that's the case though, isn't it? My sibling and I were very different as well. Though the 'still living' portion is worrisome, given the (time-altering?) nature of the pods."

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At the implication that her oh-so-beloved brother might return, with everything that implied, Mar's mind went smooth and clear and cold as glass over ice at arctic midnight.

"If he shows up," the paladin said, incongruously cheerful, "I'll make sure he understands he should seriously reconsider his life choices."

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She wasn't sure if it was the cheerful way he spoke those words, the rather sudden change of his cognisphere, or, despite the jovial attitude, the subtle serious nature of his threat. Whichever it was, it instantly brought a smile to her face; one that was not only partially amused and surprised, but also wholly earnest.

"If...that does ever come to pass, I might just have to leave it up to you, lest I find myself imprisoned. I fear (I know) I'll commit some atrocity since I haven't quite been forgiving enough to prune the hatred for that controlling, psipsychotic (fucker)from my mind.

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"Oh!" Mar said. "NOW I get the whole 'you aren't totally perfect and that relieves me' thing!"

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"Oh yeah, that's what I meant, buddy. What, did you think it was an insult?" She grinned. ."I already know how (perfectly) imperfect I am, being a faux good girl and all. You don't often see the real good people admitting they're anything less than perfect, usually."

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"No, you're wrong on that point," Mar said. "The best people are the ones who recognize their flaws and work to overcome them. The ones who claim they're perfect and shiningly-good are the ones who are either completely unaware of their flaws and get bit in the ass hard by them, or are trying so hard to hide them they end up doing terrible things to keep them covered up."