Yes. With the locals... and with the military. Holiday's the easier contact, but Ananke might work for now. My hands are tied when it comes to how much I need to seem like they're my first priority.
[ It's one way of saying her hands are much more tied in how much she can say or do. The government has a particular consideration of Annie and her comrades, and they put themselves in that position. They have to be good... but they have to seem like when they aren't following protocol, it's not out of any ill intent.
That it's not easy to misread, and that they at least make an attempt to do as they must as proper, cooperative citizens. ]
It might be best on the civilian side of things to have a more authoritative presence helping with the information delivery. I'm, ah... too young to be taken as seriously as I should be. Even on things like this.
Young girls have big imaginations, I've been told. They don't understand what's going on. And they shouldn't play with complex toys.
[It takes a bit for Will to read it all and digest it the best he can, because he doesn't know everything. He doesn't know their conversation with the government went. He doesn't know if one of them was elected to speak, if Annie sat quietly by and let one of the boys do all the talking. He doesn't know if there was an interrogation, or anything like it. Those are pieces he might want, but does he really need them? Here, now?]
Most young girls can't do what you can do. [Which Will hasn't seen and honestly would rather not, but there were enough people from her world here, too, to make the claims ring true.] And they shouldn't consider you a toy. [But they might, it's possible. Will was a wonderful pet to have for a while, but he broke a bit differently than the other toys. He broke and supposedly took out quite a few with him, and yet he'd been playing somewhat nicely before it. A good toy on multiple levels he's still realizing, daily.] You want to take this somewhere else and don't feel they'll take you seriously, I'll go with you. That's all I can do.
Most young girls can't do what most the import women can do. Though the toys here would be my gear... for some reason, being at all mechanically inclined leads to strange assumptions. I don't pay them much mind.
That'd be good if going to the Heropa police, after I talk with Holiday. Or Ananke. About the only one I know involved with the police from the import side of things is Light, or at least the only one with that particular set of ambitions.
There are lawyers, too, but this isn't so much the practice as law as the reporting of infractions.
[ Give Annie a moment to mentally review that post - she doesn't have Will's kind of exacting recollection, but she has a decent one, and a well trained one.
Not that her, uh, affirmation says all that much. ]
Probably. Not even probably, likely; either way, his was one of the communications where Lunatic decided to "show" himself, much like with you.
[ .......... not much other than the fact she was reading and stalking around. High five, Will, we all predate the public information feeds. ]
Yeah, but I didn't have to demand or ask. Or try to bully him to do it. The show was for different reasons.
[And thus Light is a blockhead. Someone take his football away, that little idiot doesn't deserve it. Casual possible bragging about being good at his job when he's like twenty years more experienced? What an asshole.]
You think Lunatic's forgiven your sins for the help?
Certainly. Yours was better handled. Age and experience will show.
[ Giving you credit here Will. Credit for knowing what you're doing, to whatever degree you're choosing to do what it is you do.
Though of course Annie will point out what the difference is. Of course.
Assholes. ]
No. I confused him. I could tell that much. I might be helping him question himself or what absolution comes out of murder, but even that he can dismiss. Particularly if he does intend to "save" me for his "last wish."
[ Stupidity central. Do not pass Go, do not collect forgiveness from the insane. ]
[In forensic science from George Washington University which is really so much of nothing to brag about, but whatever. He had schooling, experience, he had his stupid empathy thing. The odds were ever in his favor to grow up and be a weirdo who got fucked over.
By assholes.
No wonder he's an asshole, too. This is a world of assholes and them fucking things up, and Will is not immune to any of it.]
Confusion doesn't register the same way it might with other people. You could be giving him conflict, certainly, but I can't imagine it'll do anything good. For anyone. This is a career, experienced, fire-flinging killer operating under a myriad of delusions. Confusion isn't good.
[It makes them even stupider in their actually logical reasoning, Annie this is not okay, please stand strong and 100 feet tall.]
[ "I've been to school" means nothing next to "I've spent decades actually doing this work." Ten to one he can guess where her greater degree of faith registers.
If faith is much of anything she'd confess to having. ]
No, it isn't, but the confusion comes along with not leaving him to die in the swamp. Though it would have been a great time to pull off the mask and figure out which person we're dealing with. if I'd been able to recover the body after the alligator was done defending her territory.
[ She could have gone after him with the shovel, too. Let the alligator and her own skills be what he had to contend with. But she didn't.
It's her own sticking point, and part of what makes her a failure as a monster: there are lines Annie does not cross, even when they'd be to her brutal benefit. Ask Armin.
Or don't. He's less stable than she is these days. ]
[Really, it's good for it be meaningless to her. He hopes it stays that way. It's been a damn long time since he worked in crime labs exclusively. For him to get back to that, to be doing that again...it's better it stays meaningless here.]
Probably would've made it worse if he caught you there and you left him to his own devices and he managed to get away without any help. Sort of a lose/lose shitshow whatever you do. Even when you do the right thing.
[The right thing can be subjective, but in this case, it's...ah, it's easy, isn't he?
He's not asking anyone when he can ask Annie herself. If he wants to. Rather get it from the horse's mouth than calling up people and playing the part of Stupid Fuckhead #045 just asking because, a-ah...!]
Seem to be caught up in quite a few lose/lose shitshows lately, to use your phrasing.
[ It's the better idea. Doubly so in person. Annie is much less good at diverting when confronted with her own bs face to face. Or asked for her honest opinions. Or statements and recitations of fact. ]
You think a lesson might be more easily made if someone contacted her and told her that some of those clothes were presents and if she doesn't, won't, or can't return them for whatever reason, then perhaps she should go ahead and pay the bills attached?
Those shirts might not look like much to her, but they're expensive. That was something like $350 worth, retail price. I don't mind it. Because they were for you. Not anybody else. And if you gave one to somebody, it was yours to give after that. You didn't give. They were taken. So if Little Miss wants to be a thief, she can learn a Goddamn lesson in keeping her hands off people's things the good old-fashioned way. You break it you buy it, you take it you buy it. Lucky not to get legal charges brought up.
Back in my world, I own my own home on a nice stretch of property. It includes a barn. I have a car and 7 dogs that never want for food, shelter, and never go without proper medical treatment. I grew up dirt poor, Annie. I've known how to budget since before I understood what that really meant. And I kept that in adulthood, excelled enough to secure myself that much and never worry about debt. I run a business here. There's plenty of profit. I can absorb that amount. That's a drop in the bucket now. I was doing something I worked out monetarily and knew that I could afford. Something that did me exactly no harm. The point isn't the money, Annie. The point is the principle behind taking people's things and saying it's better for them, that someone knows you better than you know yourself. Like trying to pay me right now not understanding I knew what I was doing when I did it and that. That it was worked out beforehand. That I know what I'm doing with this. I did it because I could do so. I don't need or want your money.
Which isn't the point here, either, but I can accept what you're saying, even if it makes me uncomfortable.
[ More gifts from Will. Does he know he's the person here who has given her the most in what one might consider traditional gifts? Annie doesn't know what to make of that bounty. That he has offered her a place of sanctuary, too, all these small and big things.
Bubbly water in a fridge.
Glass bottom boats.
Gunther.
Small manipulations, too, but gifts nonetheless. People manipulate each other in soft ways all their life. It's very hard to resent him, murderous as the colors of his past have been painted, frightening as that association should be, if she found it true...
Any sort of equivalent give and take. More... being able to give back something in return that's useful. Where it feels earned.
[ Earned might be the important part. People may give freely elsewhere, but that's never been the case for her; the "charity" of the king to the refugees being the exception.
Charity necessary for survival. Annie will take what she needs. What she doesn't need, what's extra, needs some merit behind it. ]
Works for me. Just give me a head's up of when you're free and want to, and we can go from there.
[When she's free. When she wants to.
Will doesn't need to be repaid, but if this makes her feel better, he's fine with it. More than fine. Maybe he'll even leave her alone, if she feels comfortable enough. Leave her alone and come back with something to eat, maybe. Something he paid for. Something he doesn't even think about until he sets it down in front of her and realizes.
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[ It's one way of saying her hands are much more tied in how much she can say or do. The government has a particular consideration of Annie and her comrades, and they put themselves in that position. They have to be good... but they have to seem like when they aren't following protocol, it's not out of any ill intent.
That it's not easy to misread, and that they at least make an attempt to do as they must as proper, cooperative citizens. ]
It might be best on the civilian side of things to have a more authoritative presence helping with the information delivery. I'm, ah... too young to be taken as seriously as I should be. Even on things like this.
Young girls have big imaginations, I've been told. They don't understand what's going on. And they shouldn't play with complex toys.
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Most young girls can't do what you can do. [Which Will hasn't seen and honestly would rather not, but there were enough people from her world here, too, to make the claims ring true.] And they shouldn't consider you a toy. [But they might, it's possible. Will was a wonderful pet to have for a while, but he broke a bit differently than the other toys. He broke and supposedly took out quite a few with him, and yet he'd been playing somewhat nicely before it. A good toy on multiple levels he's still realizing, daily.] You want to take this somewhere else and don't feel they'll take you seriously, I'll go with you. That's all I can do.
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That'd be good if going to the Heropa police, after I talk with Holiday. Or Ananke. About the only one I know involved with the police from the import side of things is Light, or at least the only one with that particular set of ambitions.
There are lawyers, too, but this isn't so much the practice as law as the reporting of infractions.
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Is Light the blockhead who wouldn't stop yakking about justice and arguing about hypocrisy and presumption on Lunatic's big PSA?
[His thoughts on Light are
well
perhaps not hard to tell]
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Not that her, uh, affirmation says all that much. ]
Probably. Not even probably, likely; either way, his was one of the communications where Lunatic decided to "show" himself, much like with you.
[ .......... not much other than the fact she was reading and stalking around. High five, Will, we all predate the public information feeds. ]
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[And thus Light is a blockhead. Someone take his football away, that little idiot doesn't deserve it. Casual possible bragging about being good at his job when he's like twenty years more experienced? What an asshole.]
You think Lunatic's forgiven your sins for the help?
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[ Giving you credit here Will. Credit for knowing what you're doing, to whatever degree you're choosing to do what it is you do.
Though of course Annie will point out what the difference is. Of course.
Assholes. ]
No. I confused him. I could tell that much. I might be helping him question himself or what absolution comes out of murder, but even that he can dismiss. Particularly if he does intend to "save" me for his "last wish."
[ Stupidity central. Do not pass Go, do not collect forgiveness from the insane. ]
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[In forensic science from George Washington University which is really so much of nothing to brag about, but whatever. He had schooling, experience, he had his stupid empathy thing. The odds were ever in his favor to grow up and be a weirdo who got fucked over.
By assholes.
No wonder he's an asshole, too. This is a world of assholes and them fucking things up, and Will is not immune to any of it.]
Confusion doesn't register the same way it might with other people. You could be giving him conflict, certainly, but I can't imagine it'll do anything good. For anyone. This is a career, experienced, fire-flinging killer operating under a myriad of delusions. Confusion isn't good.
[It makes them even stupider in their actually logical reasoning, Annie this is not okay, please stand strong and 100 feet tall.]
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[ "I've been to school" means nothing next to "I've spent decades actually doing this work." Ten to one he can guess where her greater degree of faith registers.
If faith is much of anything she'd confess to having. ]
No, it isn't, but the confusion comes along with not leaving him to die in the swamp. Though it would have been a great time to pull off the mask and figure out which person we're dealing with. if I'd been able to recover the body after the alligator was done defending her territory.
[ She could have gone after him with the shovel, too. Let the alligator and her own skills be what he had to contend with. But she didn't.
It's her own sticking point, and part of what makes her a failure as a monster: there are lines Annie does not cross, even when they'd be to her brutal benefit. Ask Armin.
Or don't. He's less stable than she is these days. ]
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[Really, it's good for it be meaningless to her. He hopes it stays that way. It's been a damn long time since he worked in crime labs exclusively. For him to get back to that, to be doing that again...it's better it stays meaningless here.]
Probably would've made it worse if he caught you there and you left him to his own devices and he managed to get away without any help. Sort of a lose/lose shitshow whatever you do. Even when you do the right thing.
[The right thing can be subjective, but in this case, it's...ah, it's easy, isn't he?
He's not asking anyone when he can ask Annie herself. If he wants to. Rather get it from the horse's mouth than calling up people and playing the part of Stupid Fuckhead #045 just asking because, a-ah...!]
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[ It's the better idea. Doubly so in person. Annie is much less good at diverting when confronted with her own bs face to face. Or asked for her honest opinions. Or statements and recitations of fact. ]
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[A joke in and of itself; Will's phrasing is what gets him in trouble more than just about anything else. At least with certain reporters.]
Your stuff's on the way, FYI. You think you'll be okay with that chick who did it?
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That was something like $350 worth, retail price.
I don't mind it. Because they were for you. Not anybody else. And if you gave one to somebody, it was yours to give after that. You didn't give. They were taken.
So if Little Miss wants to be a thief, she can learn a Goddamn lesson in keeping her hands off people's things the good old-fashioned way. You break it you buy it, you take it you buy it. Lucky not to get legal charges brought up.
1/2
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I grew up dirt poor, Annie. I've known how to budget since before I understood what that really meant. And I kept that in adulthood, excelled enough to secure myself that much and never worry about debt.
I run a business here. There's plenty of profit. I can absorb that amount. That's a drop in the bucket now.
I was doing something I worked out monetarily and knew that I could afford. Something that did me exactly no harm.
The point isn't the money, Annie. The point is the principle behind taking people's things and saying it's better for them, that someone knows you better than you know yourself.
Like trying to pay me right now not understanding I knew what I was doing when I did it and that. That it was worked out beforehand. That I know what I'm doing with this.
I did it because I could do so. I don't need or want your money.
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[ More gifts from Will. Does he know he's the person here who has given her the most in what one might consider traditional gifts? Annie doesn't know what to make of that bounty. That he has offered her a place of sanctuary, too, all these small and big things.
Bubbly water in a fridge.
Glass bottom boats.
Gunther.
Small manipulations, too, but gifts nonetheless. People manipulate each other in soft ways all their life. It's very hard to resent him, murderous as the colors of his past have been painted, frightening as that association should be, if she found it true...
Well. ]
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j/k it's always engaged. And this is impossible to miss.]
What would make you more comfortable? Other than monetary recompense.
[The murderous part isn't true. Other bits of his accusations that haven't been brought to public light, well.
They very much are.]
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[ Earned might be the important part. People may give freely elsewhere, but that's never been the case for her; the "charity" of the king to the refugees being the exception.
Charity necessary for survival. Annie will take what she needs. What she doesn't need, what's extra, needs some merit behind it. ]
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You know how to run a cash register? You ever feel like you gotta earn something, you can work a few hours at the shop. I'd be fine with that.
[The good old-fashioned way, like he said earlier.
With free bubbly waters and Gunther hanging out, of course.]
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[ #modern technologies
This is easy to accept, too; direct labor exchange. Learn one more skill to handle taking the bait. Or something like that, anyway. ]
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[When she's free. When she wants to.
Will doesn't need to be repaid, but if this makes her feel better, he's fine with it. More than fine. Maybe he'll even leave her alone, if she feels comfortable enough. Leave her alone and come back with something to eat, maybe. Something he paid for. Something he doesn't even think about until he sets it down in front of her and realizes.
Welp.]
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