[ The grin that Shade gave him was sharper, than normal. ]
Oh?
Well, perhaps, perhaps. I may have a bit of experience in this realm. After all, everyone I meet will die, and I'm here. I've dealt with the mortality of many men. Up close and personal, sometimes.
[ The smile from Shade is duly noted, and Hunter can't help but wonder what the whole story is there. Someone who wasn't a super villain, but acted like one? It didn't make much sense — to Hunter you either were or you weren't. End of.
The things Shade also knew. Was that simply down to being immortal, or was there something more going on there? Hunter knows there's a lot he doesn't understand here, but outright asking a million questions at this point will be instantly suspicious.]
A bit? Excuse my bluntness but you haven't been around for the age you look, have you? All the metahumans back home can be traced to the labs explosion. What caused you?
Well, I'd like to hear it if you want to tell it sometime. You know everything about me; fair's fair.
[ Interesting though. Hunter wants to ask just how many a 'lot' was and he has to stamp down on that urge, taking a drink of water from a nearby glass instead.
It's terrible, my friend. Not even worth your time.
[ Shade said, and it was somewhat evasive.
For all that the man loved stories and talking to other people, he didn't much enjoy talking about himself, or what had led him to become the creature he was. He leaned back. ]
Perhaps someday, but... I don't like to reflect on it. It's in the past, and the ritual won't be repeated here. It's nothing for you to concern yourself with.
Oh it wasn't concern, just more curiosity. Everyone who has powers has some kind of a story.
[ It's duly noted. Shade knows just about everything about everyone that Hunter can see. To suddenly clam up about his own origins is interesting and filed away for another time. Now that Shade won't talk about it, Hunter wants to know even more. He'll give a somewhat sympathetic look.]
Some have worse stories than others. [ Moving swiftly on....] Do we wait for someone to come over or should I wave at them?
I'll have to take your word for it. I do know some metahumans back home who'd argue it, but then personal experiences always make things that bit harder.
[ Hunter looks over to where he can see one of the staff, giving them a hopeful look and sighing inwardly as they spot it and head on over. This was hard work, any other place and he would have put a hand up....]
I think it's more because I kept saying I was still looking....That one's my bad. [ And just like that, Hunter orders their food, even going far as to wrap his mouth around the french without an issue.
[ Shade didn't clap, but it was a close thing. He would have, really, if it wasn't so demeaning. ]
I'm impressed! You are correct, however, that everyone's experience is intimate and terrible in their own ways.
Mine rendered me amnesiac for a time, and I was taken in by a family who proclaimed they were good Samaritans. Up until the moment that they took me to a home, and tried to kill me. Apparently it was a scheme to acquire real-estate.
Unfortunately, my shadows chose then to manifest. The home saw more murders than just mine, that night.
[ The eleven year old in Hunter can't even fathom the idea of being taken in by a new family only to have them do such a thing. It struck a nerve, the kind where something good had been forcibly ripped away by shitheels. Hunter isn't an eleven year old anymore and the feeling is quickly dismissed, the shock is still there but it's not at all personal.]
Your shadows couldn't have picked a better time, if they hadn't manifested then we wouldn't be sat here talking now.
[ He wants to ask about the murders, the numbers, but that would be too much for 'Jay Garrick' to be showing interest in.] I just got to spend some time in a coma for a little while after the initial explosion.
Ah, perhaps. Or they could have killed me, and I would have emerged later.
The family swore revenge, and attempted to kill me multiple times after that. I can assure you, they were never successful, but not for lack of trying. I thought I would die, multiple times, for how close they got.
But it reassures me that my immortality is truly that, at least.
[ Hunter can't help but shake his head slowly at that, trying to imagine how it must have been for an newly immortal being to go through something like that. Wishing for death only to never receive it. Sure, Shade is fine now, but Hunter has seen enough people begging in their death throes to have a good picture of how that goes.]
I don't think I can even imagine the depravity that went through that family's mind at the time. And it may have reassured you, but that's not a way I would want to find out about powers like that.
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Oh?
Well, perhaps, perhaps. I may have a bit of experience in this realm. After all, everyone I meet will die, and I'm here. I've dealt with the mortality of many men. Up close and personal, sometimes.
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The things Shade also knew. Was that simply down to being immortal, or was there something more going on there? Hunter knows there's a lot he doesn't understand here, but outright asking a million questions at this point will be instantly suspicious.]
A bit? Excuse my bluntness but you haven't been around for the age you look, have you? All the metahumans back home can be traced to the labs explosion. What caused you?
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Let's just say a lot of people died to make me who I became. [ He paused, and grinned, something a touch dark, but enjoying that fact. ]
And a word to the wise? Never go bar-hopping with Charles Dickens.
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[ Interesting though. Hunter wants to ask just how many a 'lot' was and he has to stamp down on that urge, taking a drink of water from a nearby glass instead.
He didn't dare ask how much the coffee would be.]
I'll make a note of it.
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[ Shade said, and it was somewhat evasive.
For all that the man loved stories and talking to other people, he didn't much enjoy talking about himself, or what had led him to become the creature he was. He leaned back. ]
Perhaps someday, but... I don't like to reflect on it. It's in the past, and the ritual won't be repeated here. It's nothing for you to concern yourself with.
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[ It's duly noted. Shade knows just about everything about everyone that Hunter can see. To suddenly clam up about his own origins is interesting and filed away for another time. Now that Shade won't talk about it, Hunter wants to know even more. He'll give a somewhat sympathetic look.]
Some have worse stories than others. [ Moving swiftly on....] Do we wait for someone to come over or should I wave at them?
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[ A pause. ] I think, since it's been so long, you could wave them over. None of us will be too insulted. I understand how hungry you can be.
And the fact that it's taken so long is a marker of poor service.
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[ Hunter looks over to where he can see one of the staff, giving them a hopeful look and sighing inwardly as they spot it and head on over. This was hard work, any other place and he would have put a hand up....]
I think it's more because I kept saying I was still looking....That one's my bad. [ And just like that, Hunter orders their food, even going far as to wrap his mouth around the french without an issue.
Quick study, or maybe he just knows better.]
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I'm impressed! You are correct, however, that everyone's experience is intimate and terrible in their own ways.
Mine rendered me amnesiac for a time, and I was taken in by a family who proclaimed they were good Samaritans. Up until the moment that they took me to a home, and tried to kill me. Apparently it was a scheme to acquire real-estate.
Unfortunately, my shadows chose then to manifest. The home saw more murders than just mine, that night.
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[ The eleven year old in Hunter can't even fathom the idea of being taken in by a new family only to have them do such a thing. It struck a nerve, the kind where something good had been forcibly ripped away by shitheels. Hunter isn't an eleven year old anymore and the feeling is quickly dismissed, the shock is still there but it's not at all personal.]
Your shadows couldn't have picked a better time, if they hadn't manifested then we wouldn't be sat here talking now.
[ He wants to ask about the murders, the numbers, but that would be too much for 'Jay Garrick' to be showing interest in.] I just got to spend some time in a coma for a little while after the initial explosion.
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The family swore revenge, and attempted to kill me multiple times after that. I can assure you, they were never successful, but not for lack of trying. I thought I would die, multiple times, for how close they got.
But it reassures me that my immortality is truly that, at least.
[ He's so chill about it. How eerie. ]
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I don't think I can even imagine the depravity that went through that family's mind at the time. And it may have reassured you, but that's not a way I would want to find out about powers like that.
Did they not realize what was happening?
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[ He shook his head, slowly. ]
It...exploded all at once, you see. One moment, I was cowering, afraid.
The next? I swallowed them with my darkness.