voice.

[staytofight]

Who: Garrett
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Around now! A+ description.

[Garrett is not about to completely come out of the bag with the vampire thing. For one, he's spent a very hefty portion of his life hiding it — and for another, he doesn't want to be burned at a stake, barbaric and outdated and annoyingly Salem as that is (he was around for that kind of mindset long after the trials ended, and really, entertaining the idea of burning lovely women simply because they're exotic minds?)]

You know, the swimming test for witches was the the stupidest thing I've ever heard growing up. Frenzied morons would basically throw a suspected witch in a lake and if she floated, she was a witch. And if she sank like a stone, she wasn't. But what is the person if they doggy paddle in a mad panic? A witch who didn't learn to swim?

[There's a heavy humor in his voice, the kind one picks up with regards to death, to dark humor, and if there were such a thing as a verbal eyeroll, it'd be here.]

But this place! Fascinating to see so many of you open about your supernatural talents. Your unholy inhumaness, should you self-subscribe to such a dark description. As someone from such a boring, uneventful world, I'm just excited at the idea of a ghost on a roadside; no, we're pretty boring in hindsight, compared to you lot. I bet you all have some interesting tales to tell. And maybe some tails under those ugly ship-standard uniforms. Is it strange, being so open, or is that also a normality in your world?

I'm stranded aboard a ship floating through infinite space; humor me while I slowly die of boredom.

[ALSO I'M GONNA START GETTING HUNGRY????

But that is for another day to worry. His throat is only similar to human strep, at the moment.

Gross.]

Comments

[staytofight]

Oooo. Strange words, for someone so human-shaped.

[Well, Garrett is nothing if not recklessly interested in all things.]

Can you tell me my future then, man-made, man-shaped god?

[precedented]

Why? Hoping to find details on your twilight romance with Kate?

[staytofight]

[Oh, he grins, how he grins.

He likes the sound of that, man-made god.]

Actually, I think I'd enjoy that more as it comes.

Knowing all that life has to offer you in the future is no fun, is it? [Hey, that slight comment is plenty enough for him to get on board; he's easy to please and easier to pull into general chaos.] ... But I know a girl who would absolutely love to meet someone of her variety.

[precedented]

I am of no one's variety. We have similarities but her visions do not give her clarity, simply muddied waters. I see potentials across all timelines.

[staytofight]

... So invasive, man-made god.

[There's one person who knows his actual intentions, then, what he really is. And judging from the oddities aboard the ship, Garrett's realizing quite quickly that Leto is not going to be the last to know, either.]

People aren't always so privy to having their histories looked into.

If you can answer one important question for me, I'll accept your godliness.

[precedented]

Why should it matter to me if you do or do not? I am not a God that exists solely for the sake of devotion.

Perhaps it's you who is looking for godliness and the certainty beyond fear and doubt.

[staytofight]

Then it doesn't matter. I simply don't believe you're what you claim to be, and we can both agree it doesn't matter what I think anyway.

[He's humored and enthralled by the conversation, to be sure. And he's honest in response, bluntly so; he believes there could be a god out there. And if there is a god, Garrett finds he is most certainly damned in that being's eyes. He's not seeking repentance, not seeking forgiveness from this divine being. Perhaps he did when he was first turned, living in a world where you clung to God and your musket and your freedoms and your easily ailing children for dear life. But now...? He's not so sure. He's blase.

He earns what horrors he's wrought. He's killed for food too many times to be anything but hell-bound. But... he'll worry about that when he's been torn apart and burned.]

Are you trying to get under my skin, Man-made God?

... Do you consider yourself a cruel god, one better than man?

[precedented]

It is the job of the divine to sink into your skin and make you question. Worship is but one small facet, conflated by the sinners looking for redemption.

[ Leto is enjoying this. It's not often he has theological discussions. He had a few with Loki and the pang in his heart does not subside at that thought. But Leto avoids such details because it overwhelms them. He is many things, many people, many lives. Divine and mortal fused together. In a way, he's more human than most for his memory exists at the beginning of man. ]

There is cruelty in me, as there is in all creatures. Why would I be exempt?

[staytofight]

Oh come now! You know what I mean, you cheeky man-god.

Do you enjoy using your godliness for good, or for misery? Have you the taste for abusing your gifts yet?

[precedented]

I don't know. Have you?

[staytofight]

Why, what a question. I'm certainly no god.

[See I can be cheeky too]

[precedented]

You possess many of the facets that come with godhood. Immortality. Special powers. An innate sense of self-loathing that only age can provide.

For those unfortunate enough to cross your path, as you played judge, jury and executioner, you played God as natural as staying alive.

[staytofight]

[DUDE RUDE, does he look like he wants his abilities thrown out there?

He raises an eyebrow.]

A bit too chatty, cheeky godman. Do you usually air everyone's dirty laundry?

You certainly have no sense of privacy.

[precedented]

You did call me cheeky.

If I want to air your laundry, so to speak, I'd be a little more descriptive. You're looking for answers in a God.

But I am not your God.

[staytofight]

I certainly did. Perhaps I can see the future as well.

[so dry]

Then is nature nothing but a collection of little gods, in your eyes? Or are they exempt because they don't have the capacity to think about the pain of what they eat?

... I've heard dolphins are quite the assholes.

[precedented]

I told you. Gods are a human creation. Therefore, there is something human in each god-like creation. In every action, every emotion. It is the unattainable and the connection that people seek.

[ He tilts his head. Garrett is still young by Leto's reckoning after all. ]

So you should know if they are or not. Or perhaps you want someone to give you the answers.

[staytofight]

A human creation, allegedly.

You have me wrong, Mr. Alleged God. I'm not looking for answers to my questions so much as enjoying listening to the opinion of another. It doesn't necessarily mean I'll believe a word you say, but this is far more interesting than sitting and staring at a wall - is it not?

... Though admittedly, the more answers I can find about dolphins, the better.

Cheeky bastards, much like you.

[precedented]

I think you hear far more than you'd like to believe, whether it's believable or not.

Good luck on your dolphins.

[staytofight]

[He throws his hands up in the air, though unseen by the voice feed.]

Just like an alleged god to end a philosophical conversation at dolphins.

[It's joking as always, but he appreciated the time spent, certainly. He's got good mirth left.]

But thank you.

[precedented]

[ His tone is warm and kind. ]

You're welcome.