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[ I fear for your soul. ]

De Chima is another one of...their cities- the Porters' but it's supposed to be nicer, and more importantly not Florida. You've heard of it?

[She's not a cannibal?]

I have. [Uncomfortable is a go.] Wanted to move there a while back. Never did. Still want to, just. Haven't. You visit or something?

[ Technically, no. ]

I want to. [ What is preamble. ] Move there. It's Virginia, right? Woods and a climate that isn't perpetually eighty.

Only I don't know if Unsettled get to just pack up and go with their blessing.

[Will appreciates people who don't beat around the bush, even if the bush doesn't hide a dog.]

Have you asked about it? [Or is she...] You thinking that if they don't let Unsettled go off on their own, they...might let them if they're with a Registered?

Florida isn't agreeing with me, no. [ The city parks were a poor facsimile to the forests and wooded areas that served as her usual haunts. ]

I want to leave, but I don't want to bring down the self-righteousness of the people monitoring imPorts down on me. [ She goes quiet for a moment. ] And I thought you could help.

[Will could help. Because he was good with canines, because he lived in Virginia, because something else? He's quiet a moment, piecing together what to say and, more importantly, how to say it.]

Florida's not a great environment for the furrier population. [A nice way to put it, he thinks.] There's housing in De Chima. I'll get a hold of how to get there and if anyone's there and...if not, hope you can handle a big house with just me and you. That sound good?

[Ain't nobody fucking with Bader, nope.]

[ Annie envies those who do have the black and white, even as she thinks they're moronic for being unable to see that the world is more complicated than their sense of right and wrong. They usually have a sense of idealistic conviction that's nice - impractical, and likely to destroy the systems they think they're helping, but nice. There's a strength in seeing what corruption and horror is around and deciding I'll change that, I'll make it better, I'll free us from this tyranny instead of turning away and saying, So it goes.

She admires, respects that mentality, is thankful in the same turn that it's not the majority of the people in the world. Such special people are needed... as a balance.

If no one pushed for a better world, then alternative, the end result of apathy dictating the flow of a world is a population ruled by the ambitious without a hope for betterment in the human condition.

Surely, nothing monsters should concern themselves with. It's not like the joke of the system had to be reflected back on them, those who stood and only asked to be considered human, too. ]

I imagine your way of viewing these things is hard for the average person to understand.

[ People want boxes. They want neat lines. She knows life would have been simpler if she had those herself; if she'd had anything close to an absolute belief. ]

Looking for the motivations is along our lines of work in the end... isn't it. I suppose policing has something to do with those kinds of investigations. What makes a person do what they do.

[ Her own time with the Military Police had been short, but such assignments, taking steps outside and striving to understand to be able to bring in what they're supposed to.

Even while other ends are acting at the behest of the highest powers, eradicating threats, not defending anything more or less pitiable than a power base. ]

[The mentality may be similar, but Will's far more inclined to the So it goes reaction. Oh, he helped catch someone doing unspeakable, horrific things? Wonderful, where's the next one? He can sniff and scratch and dig and bark and bite and kill for a thousand lifetimes, and it will never end it. He will never hold a folder in his hands and receive the information that he has helped catch the last of them, he cant sweep up the floor, put the chairs up, turn off the lights, and head home to his dogs for good. The monsters keep coming, and they always will.

So it goes.

The mention of the way he views things being different (not the way he thinks; different wording is appreciated) has his lips thinning out. It's not a happy topic. If there had been more like him (anyone else like him, for that matter), he wouldn't have been so needed, so desired, and if he'd retired like he should have, Abigail Hobbs would not be dead. If only there'd been someone else to fill his slobbery, furry, chewed shoes.

Military Police. Something better to latch onto, even if she seems young.]

If we can find a way to understand the cause behind things, we can work towards a method to stop that cause. [It's...true enough. Just not exactly in his specific line of work.] Setting curfews for the underage to counteract juvenile delinquency, for one thing. That was. An attempt that seemed to do some good.

["Some good" is better than "nothing good at all." But it was still there, and so it goes and so it goes and so it will never stop.]

No offense in your direction because of the...age factor. The first thing to spring to mind. Don't imagine they let just anyone in the Military Police.

[Ah, yes. That's a much more humane smile.]

[ She listens, not inclined to take offense to a technicality that protects her in this place. Hilarious, really. She's one of those monsters people warn each other about in the night, scaring children into behaving, or the Titans will eat you, even if it's not the truth. The shifters weren't cannibals. Not by nature, and not by choice.

It's the people stuck in the nightmare who are, who devour without knowing, who can't wake up and walk on lost for decades as a monster that tries to reclaim what some portion of itself remembers as being right.

Titans, who would be humans. Humans, who would be Titans. Monsters in a fucked up world.

Mankind always invents itself as its own worst enemy. ]

They only allow the best. Which is unfortunate. The Military Police recruit the top graduates each year, and they're the ones who never face the threat we're all trained to handle.

[ Sliding past age. Sliding past the rest; juvenile delinquency, as if delinquency restricts itself to an age group. Curfews means punishing before they can get into more trouble at night. Add a pressure, set a fear. It works.

It always works, for the majority of normal people. Those who like the thrill of breaking with the social law that guides their lives also like the fear of being caught, or fight against it.

Curfews... she needs to keep those in mind. ]

Secured in the center of the human empire, the most capable soldiers humanity has never face the threat of the Titans destroying humanity.

[ Oh what a wonderful world... There's derision there, derision and knowledge; Annie aimed for this group. Not for the reasons she's said, exactly; not because they're safest, but indeed, because she wants to save herself.

Aim for the middle. Aim for the heart. Finish her objective, and get the hell out. It's the only way she's ever getting to go home, and as far as she knows, that's impossible anymore. ]

Head's up that I'll be out of town for a couple weeks. Try not to miss me too much.

I'll make sure to turn the fan up to its highest setting when the missing gets to be too much. [Sobbing for a Valkyrie. It's a joke.] You wind up in Virginia and need a place to crash, I've got room.

[Will's opinions on protect the children!!!! might be seen as warped, accustomed to children killers as much as he's accustomed to their fully grown counterparts. Curfews were good and well and all, that pressure, that fear, but they were still capable. They'd find ways around it if they really wanted to. People could murder with or without a curfew, regardless of age.

And he had to clean it up. Had. Not anymore. Not here. He won't let it happen. One whiff of a Ripper murder and it all comes tumbling down for someone else.

His own world is a mess, so it goes, so it goes, and this one is, too, in its own way. He is not yet, however, feeling like he owes it anything. The monsters he knows don't seem to roam here as much, what good would it be for him to get a desk job? While monsters may roam, as long as they don't leave body art to announce their presence, well.

So it fucking goes without him.

This has taken a turn for something he didn't expect, has his eyebrows lifting slightly and lips thinning out. Nothing too expressive just yet. He can control his face.]

So it was...a cushy job for the best, you're saying? Never going out in the field?

[He's not judging, not deriding the idea of a desk job. Some people wanted to sit at desks. He's got knowledge of that.

He wouldn't have minded it so much.

But the more he learns, the less he thinks he'd have liked Annie's home much at all.]

[Will your jokes need work.]

Probably won't be coming down that far, but I'll keep you in mind if I do. Bringing back a rabbit pelt for Skye, you want anything?

[He needs work, thanks for noticing.]

A million bucks.

I'll see what I can do.

Got it. Stay safe.

You too.

I'm leaving this communicator thing behind, you want my cell number?

[Oho, DIGITS. Moving up in this world.]

Sure thing. Hit me. You'll be the first imPort in mine.

[Calm down Will.

But she sends him her number.]

Figure I don't have to deliver the regular warning about not calling me at stupid hours for no reason.

[because Will is smart]

[The tail wags rarely, okay?

He gets it, shoots her a got it? from his, figures that's enough.]

No warning needed. I don't come with one of those. Call whenever.

Got it, and good to know.

See you in a couple weeks, Will.

[Because she takes a day to actually bother checking that he was, indeed, gone. But seriously, man. Who else would leave a shark t-shirt in a dog card? Will's slightly more balanced twin brother?]

you could have just sign it
but
thanks

[Alas, only child.]

i COULD have but i wrote my name all over it in every other way you're welcome they were in a new magazine of fishing shirts those were the only ones i ordered they fit, right?

[They should fit exactly, which he'll blame on "I sell shirts" as opposed to "great memory."]

yeah
thanks for taking notes outside my window or night or something
guys usually don't go that extra mile
in this universe

[RUDE]

i didn't take notes outside your window! i sell shirts now, i've got used to the sizes and measurements i sized you up when we were talking about the shark, when i could see you not really an extra mile

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i bet you thought this tag was forgotten (CRIES INTO TEA)

yes, like the avril lavigne song (it better be sweet)

which one she has multiple oh no i'm forgotten songs (bittersweet with my tears)

text; august 5

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jeb6zN7TEYQ the one with that for the name (unacceptable)

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8.02.14

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