nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint

[diomedea]

Who: AN ENTIRE BLOODSPORT AND ANY VISITORS
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On the Bloodsport!
When: 6/14-6/21

[WELCOME TO THE BLOODSPORT HICCUP don't mind the crew. They're. Uhh. Unique.

Enjoy your pudding! What's the crew up to this week?]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mm... You may be right.

[something about that pulls the edge of a smirk onto his face, if nothing else.]

Theory has it that my soul is older than I am. This body was human once, too.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole reaches out hesitantly to poke Robin's arm, as if this will confirm that his body was once human.]

Mine wasn't. This body is all mine.

Were you an abomination?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he looks at that spot on his arm, curiously, but doesn't stop him. this form feels pretty human, but it's just a complex illusion. his true form is made of magic turned flesh. ...or flesh turned magic, it's never actually been explained to him.]

Ah. I'm sure I've been called that, but probably not for the same reason you're thinking.

What do you consider an "abomination"?

[killedwithlove]

[Like Cole. Something magic that has a physical form now.]

A spirit in a person. Spirits shouldn't be in people's bodies. It destroys them both.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That sounds like a ghost. [he frowns a little. their worlds (or maybe their definitions) aren't quite lining up.] The angry ones take over the bodies of unsuspecting humans.

I'm not that. [a small pause.] The scriptures of my world theorize about what I am a lot, but I don't know if any of them are right.

[another pause--where he listens for any eavesdroppers, pays attention to the blood-filled bodies in this ship just in case one of them could overhear. he doesn't mind being open about this with Cole, but others... he likes his crew, but doesn't want this out in the open.]

...All I know is that I was a human, a long time ago, who slowly grew into something else. We aren't monsters, we're just... Something else.

[killedwithlove]

No. Not like a ghost. A ghost was the soul of a person.

I was never a person. I was Compassion, a spirit.

[He pauses, listens as well, but hears and feels nothing.]

I don't understand. But that's okay. You do.