Eh, I don't think I've ever held a sword in my life.
...I get far enough with a knife, makin' up for a lack of cuttin with a few dozen stabs, you know?
But right now I don't even have a pointy stick! You understand. Its hard for a guy who's used to havin somethin like that in his pocket all the time to suddenly be without.
I knew a guy, just a neighbor down the street. He kept to himself for the most part, no sittin on the porch in nice weather or anythin like that. 's because he was busy with eh... unscrupulous work. The kind you use your basement for.
I'm used to bein delicate, sorry. He killed people for money.
A lot of 'em.
But.
He always mowed his fuckin lawn. He picked up the sticks down the street after a storm came through. Whatever landscapin he had looked WONDERFUL! So everybody fuckin loved him. Even when what he did came out in the news, all anyone had to say was, "Oh, but he kept a good yard."
Like that was more important than NOT cuttin guys up in his cellar.
Funny stuff. [Charlie finds it amusing, at least, where people's morality starts and stops.]
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HA HA HAfyheafsdf [Voice to text is struggling to pick up his cackling.]
Yeah, man loved cutting. That's a good one. I like that.
I don't know what he did with the bodies. Some people say corpses make good fertilizer, maybe his lawn benefitted. Maybe he bagged 'em up and threw 'em in the river. You know, recently, they told us we could drink that water - I don't believe them for a second.
Anyway, what would YOU do with a body you needed to get rid of? I'm not accusing you of anything - humor me.
Oh, I’ve killed plenty of people. Not in the same way - I’m not indiscriminate - but other swordsmen and opponents.
It depends on the situation. When it was guards in prison, we hid them so as not to alert the entire force. Usually we leave them on the ground, especially when we’re just passing through a place. If it’s a worthy opponent or a friend, I’ll bury them and mark their grave.
Bandits on the road? Toss em in the river after emptying their pockets. I never thought about the drinking water before though, maybe it was bad that we did that…
[Some people get real bristled around here if you ask them about murder - he's started to put some qualifiers his nosy questions. Because he'll never stop asking them.
This guy's a nice change of pace, though.]
So you've got a type, just not what people usually mean when they say that! [hehe]
Did you steal their clothes after you killed them? Was it the circus kind of prison break? You sound like you might'a been a bit of a bioterrorist, maybe you deserved to be in jail. [hehe 2]
Wait, so you go around killing your friends? Why the hell would you do that? [NOT HEHE]
Depends if they have anything good on them. Sometimes it isn’t worth stealing, you know? But if it’s good armor, yes. Why leave it behind?
I don’t know what a circus prison break or a bioterrorist are…
If we decide to battle to the death. There’s nothing more intimate than putting your life on the line, knowing it may belong to the other person, or theirs to you.
I've heard from a very good source that everyone has something worth stealing. What they got in their pockets'll tell you a lot about a person.
A circus prison break would be like... you play dress-up to trick the guards or climb around the rafters. Stuff that looks more like a show than sneaking around.
And a bioterrorist is someone who fucks with natural resources to hurt people. Don't do that.
Hm... [There's a pause as he genuinely considers.] I kinda get it. When someone wants to kill you, that's the clearest way they can show you they love you. [He typically frames this whole intimacy in anger, being battered and brought to a few brinks for the sake of his version of affection. Of course, he fights back.
Rokurou's approach is clearly different, but the edge of a weapon or a fist is still what they both end up faced with.]
That’s just not true. I can’t tell you how many times I looted a corpse and all they had was a pocket full of lint and a low quality knife.
Oh! No to both of those. I like flowers and trees, as we ended up freeing all the prisoners and killing our way out of prison before stealing a ship. Very classic. We posed as a wandering troupe afterwards.
That’s right. One day, I hope there’s someone that really wants to kill me.
And my source would ask you what color lint. How's the knife chipped, did they damage it fighting, cutting fruit, or it an heirloom? Make a fun story about it and sell it for ten times its worth.
Stealing a ship! Very, VERY classic! The circus came after... hah
That's a nice thought... of course, if you had someone like that, you'd reciprocate, right? So you'd kill them before they could kill you? [On this last topic, Charlie is truly invested - the thought of wanting someone to kill him is a bit farther than he's imagined.
Sounds like they should meet one of my friends. She’s always making up stories and pulling pranks. She’d care less about the pocket lint, though.
Probably. It isn’t like just anyone can match me. But if they’re strong enough to kill me and passionate about doing it… man, that would be the best. Talk about dying happy.
Oh yeah? Tell me more about her - I bet you miss her, right? [Because he misses his 'source' quite a bit. She's a delight! She's his wife.]
If you've gotta talk about dying at all, I guess that's a good way to think of it. In loving company, with the proof of it busted into you.
Looks a bit different than the whole dying comfortable in bed thing most people dream about, but. I think I like it better too.
Good luck, you seem like a decent guy. I hope someone kills you right. [Charlie's prone to wry humor and sarcasm, but this sentiment is genuine. It's an odd thought, but not so strange that such a death seems impossible. The idea has his thoughts churning - almost pleasantly so.
Not that he wants to die. He has no fucking desire for that. There are too many people to get to know!]
Miss her… that might be a strong word. But, we got along for the most part, and our interests aligned. She’s dramatic, loves stories, and sang like a canary the time she was captured by exorcists. She’d probably fit in pretty well, here.
Why, thank you! That’s the nicest thing someone’s said to me in a while. I’d never want to die in bed from old age, where’s the fun in that?
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I'm more of a stab than a cut... but I imagine you like that part too?
[Charlie is getting the feeling he underestimated how much 'sword' factors into this guy's personality.
He loves it, though - makes gift giving easy!
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Also a sword fan? Knives? A good sharp stick?
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...I get far enough with a knife, makin' up for a lack of cuttin with a few dozen stabs, you know?
But right now I don't even have a pointy stick! You understand. Its hard for a guy who's used to havin somethin like that in his pocket all the time to suddenly be without.
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What's the price?
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I knew a guy, just a neighbor down the street. He kept to himself for the most part, no sittin on the porch in nice weather or anythin like that. 's because he was busy with eh... unscrupulous work. The kind you use your basement for.
I'm used to bein delicate, sorry. He killed people for money.
A lot of 'em.
But.
He always mowed his fuckin lawn. He picked up the sticks down the street after a storm came through. Whatever landscapin he had looked WONDERFUL! So everybody fuckin loved him. Even when what he did came out in the news, all anyone had to say was, "Oh, but he kept a good yard."
Like that was more important than NOT cuttin guys up in his cellar.
Funny stuff. [Charlie finds it amusing, at least, where people's morality starts and stops.]
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What did he do with the bodies?
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HA HA HAfyheafsdf [Voice to text is struggling to pick up his cackling.]
Yeah, man loved cutting. That's a good one. I like that.
I don't know what he did with the bodies. Some people say corpses make good fertilizer, maybe his lawn benefitted. Maybe he bagged 'em up and threw 'em in the river. You know, recently, they told us we could drink that water - I don't believe them for a second.
Anyway, what would YOU do with a body you needed to get rid of? I'm not accusing you of anything - humor me.
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Oh, I’ve killed plenty of people. Not in the same way - I’m not indiscriminate - but other swordsmen and opponents.
It depends on the situation. When it was guards in prison, we hid them so as not to alert the entire force. Usually we leave them on the ground, especially when we’re just passing through a place. If it’s a worthy opponent or a friend, I’ll bury them and mark their grave.
Bandits on the road? Toss em in the river after emptying their pockets. I never thought about the drinking water before though, maybe it was bad that we did that…
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This guy's a nice change of pace, though.]
So you've got a type, just not what people usually mean when they say that! [hehe]
Did you steal their clothes after you killed them? Was it the circus kind of prison break? You sound like you might'a been a bit of a bioterrorist, maybe you deserved to be in jail. [hehe 2]
Wait, so you go around killing your friends? Why the hell would you do that? [NOT HEHE]
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I don’t know what a circus prison break or a bioterrorist are…
If we decide to battle to the death. There’s nothing more intimate than putting your life on the line, knowing it may belong to the other person, or theirs to you.
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A circus prison break would be like... you play dress-up to trick the guards or climb around the rafters. Stuff that looks more like a show than sneaking around.
And a bioterrorist is someone who fucks with natural resources to hurt people. Don't do that.
Hm... [There's a pause as he genuinely considers.] I kinda get it. When someone wants to kill you, that's the clearest way they can show you they love you. [He typically frames this whole intimacy in anger, being battered and brought to a few brinks for the sake of his version of affection. Of course, he fights back.
Rokurou's approach is clearly different, but the edge of a weapon or a fist is still what they both end up faced with.]
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Oh! No to both of those. I like flowers and trees, as we ended up freeing all the prisoners and killing our way out of prison before stealing a ship. Very classic. We posed as a wandering troupe afterwards.
That’s right. One day, I hope there’s someone that really wants to kill me.
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Stealing a ship! Very, VERY classic! The circus came after... hah
That's a nice thought... of course, if you had someone like that, you'd reciprocate, right? So you'd kill them before they could kill you? [On this last topic, Charlie is truly invested - the thought of wanting someone to kill him is a bit farther than he's imagined.
But... it's not off-putting.]
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Probably. It isn’t like just anyone can match me. But if they’re strong enough to kill me and passionate about doing it… man, that would be the best. Talk about dying happy.
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She's his wife.]If you've gotta talk about dying at all, I guess that's a good way to think of it. In loving company, with the proof of it busted into you.
Looks a bit different than the whole dying comfortable in bed thing most people dream about, but. I think I like it better too.
Good luck, you seem like a decent guy. I hope someone kills you right. [Charlie's prone to wry humor and sarcasm, but this sentiment is genuine. It's an odd thought, but not so strange that such a death seems impossible. The idea has his thoughts churning - almost pleasantly so.
Not that he wants to die. He has no fucking desire for that. There are too many people to get to know!]
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Why, thank you! That’s the nicest thing someone’s said to me in a while. I’d never want to die in bed from old age, where’s the fun in that?
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Not that she's one of the people lining up to kill you - is she?
The nicest thing, huh. It's good you know what you want.
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Sure. You like blondes?
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Is she funny?
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Funny haha but also Funny as in they make no god damned sense.
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