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[complicatedliar]

Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

Comments

[revengeofthemordsith]

No. They certainly enjoy complicating things for themselves.

[beathach]

[he huffs out an amused noise]

That's an understatement.

[revengeofthemordsith]

. . . So you agree?

[beathach]

Yes? People are complicated.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Most people do not agree with me.

[beathach]

[he shrugs a shoulder, quirking a smile]

I'm not the greatest when it comes to dealing with people sometimes. I'm good with teenagers, and teaching them, but the rest - I usually leave that to someone else.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She stiffens a little. ]

Then you are a teacher.

[beathach]

[he tilts his head, then nods]

Mm, for mutants. I teach math and science, mostly.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Nothing like her teachers then. She nods. ]

I only went to school for a short while.

[beathach]

Why's that?

[revengeofthemordsith]

I was kidnapped when I was nine to be trained.

[beathach]

. . . trained for what? If I may ask.

[revengeofthemordsith]

To be a Mord'Sith. A weapon.

[beathach]

[he huffs out a noise, a low growl underneath it]

I'm sorry.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Don't be. I'm not sorry it happened or regret that it is. There's little point in mulling over the past.

[beathach]

. . . hah, yeah. That's true enough.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I'm always truthful.