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Open | Obligatory Pretty Woman Montage Reference Here
Who: Huvrye effiomsfavorite and whoever would like to join in
What: Huvrye has never experienced civilian life, and now he's in a new world with an unlimited credit card. This is the venn diagram overlap of Fish Out Of Water and Shopping Montage.
When: Late November/Early December - within the first few days after his arrival
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None so far, will be labeled if they come up
1. The Pretty Woman shopping montage
[Huvrye has never been shopping in his life. It's been all military uniforms for day one, and they only got as personalized as patches with his identification number and, when he received one after surviving basic, his name. So getting clothes to replace his - because his shirt is still stained despite his best attempts to wash it - needs to happen.]
[You might see him in a department store, looking very lost in the men's section. He's not spoiled for choice so much as he is paralyzed by it. How is he supposed to choose?]
[Or you may see him in that same department store, having discovered the Hawaiian shirts. He's holding one that's bright blue and patterned with pink flowers and looking absolutely delighted. Someone please keep him from buying nothing but Hawaiian shirts, because he absolutely will.]
[Or you may find him later, on a street lined by boutiques, being firmly escorted from one of the fancier ones. He doesn't resist - it doesn't look like he's been causing trouble - but he definitely glares at the door as it shuts behind him. He's been treated like a person for a few days now, and it turns out going back to being treated like a lesser being stings after that.]
[(It's possible the boutique doesn't like metas; it's also entirely possible they threw him out for bad taste, because he's definitely wearing a brightly patterned sweater. It's not quite Ugly Christmas Sweater territory, but it's very close.)]
2. Lunchtime
[It's been a while since Huvrye has eaten - he'd been given a hot drink when he was helping with the snowstorm a few days back, and before that he can't really remember. But he's got the time now, and the money, and he can still hear Gozol's warning about aura poisoning rattling around in his head, so he might as well get a meal. He'd found something near the Diadem hotel called a Food Court, and upon arrival...well, it's the same issue as the department store: too many choices, zero context. He's at least found a map of the place, and is looking it over (and trying his hardest not to miss Yin, because even if Yin didn't have context for this world in particular, he might at least know more). He sees you passing, and waves you over.]
Hey, is this-
[He points at a completely random listing without even looking at it.]
-any good?
3. Lobby
[Huvrye has seen places this fancy before, sure, but they were for top brass and rich civs. He still hasn't quite wrapped his mind around the fact that he's staying in the Diadem Hotel himself, if only temporarily, but he's still taking advantage of it. For now, he's sitting in the lobby, in one of the plush chairs, wings splayed out over the sides and draping onto the floor, people watching. He's still not used to the fact that he's the only homunculus here, the only fairy - it's weird to be in a fancy civ place not to see the bright colors of salon-modified wings everywhere he looks. Still, his sweater is cozy, and the coffee he'd picked up on the way here has salted caramel in it (which is a new and fantastic experience for him) - he can be comfortable here for a while. Join him, observe him, judge him for getting his coffee from Starbucks - either way, he's not going anywhere for a bit.]
4. Wildcard
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effiomsfavorite and whoever would like to join inWhat: Huvrye has never experienced civilian life, and now he's in a new world with an unlimited credit card. This is the venn diagram overlap of Fish Out Of Water and Shopping Montage.
When: Late November/Early December - within the first few days after his arrival
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: None so far, will be labeled if they come up
1. The Pretty Woman shopping montage
[Huvrye has never been shopping in his life. It's been all military uniforms for day one, and they only got as personalized as patches with his identification number and, when he received one after surviving basic, his name. So getting clothes to replace his - because his shirt is still stained despite his best attempts to wash it - needs to happen.]
[You might see him in a department store, looking very lost in the men's section. He's not spoiled for choice so much as he is paralyzed by it. How is he supposed to choose?]
[Or you may see him in that same department store, having discovered the Hawaiian shirts. He's holding one that's bright blue and patterned with pink flowers and looking absolutely delighted. Someone please keep him from buying nothing but Hawaiian shirts, because he absolutely will.]
[Or you may find him later, on a street lined by boutiques, being firmly escorted from one of the fancier ones. He doesn't resist - it doesn't look like he's been causing trouble - but he definitely glares at the door as it shuts behind him. He's been treated like a person for a few days now, and it turns out going back to being treated like a lesser being stings after that.]
[(It's possible the boutique doesn't like metas; it's also entirely possible they threw him out for bad taste, because he's definitely wearing a brightly patterned sweater. It's not quite Ugly Christmas Sweater territory, but it's very close.)]
2. Lunchtime
[It's been a while since Huvrye has eaten - he'd been given a hot drink when he was helping with the snowstorm a few days back, and before that he can't really remember. But he's got the time now, and the money, and he can still hear Gozol's warning about aura poisoning rattling around in his head, so he might as well get a meal. He'd found something near the Diadem hotel called a Food Court, and upon arrival...well, it's the same issue as the department store: too many choices, zero context. He's at least found a map of the place, and is looking it over (and trying his hardest not to miss Yin, because even if Yin didn't have context for this world in particular, he might at least know more). He sees you passing, and waves you over.]
Hey, is this-
[He points at a completely random listing without even looking at it.]
-any good?
3. Lobby
[Huvrye has seen places this fancy before, sure, but they were for top brass and rich civs. He still hasn't quite wrapped his mind around the fact that he's staying in the Diadem Hotel himself, if only temporarily, but he's still taking advantage of it. For now, he's sitting in the lobby, in one of the plush chairs, wings splayed out over the sides and draping onto the floor, people watching. He's still not used to the fact that he's the only homunculus here, the only fairy - it's weird to be in a fancy civ place not to see the bright colors of salon-modified wings everywhere he looks. Still, his sweater is cozy, and the coffee he'd picked up on the way here has salted caramel in it (which is a new and fantastic experience for him) - he can be comfortable here for a while. Join him, observe him, judge him for getting his coffee from Starbucks - either way, he's not going anywhere for a bit.]
4. Wildcard
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[Does he only know what they are by that word because it's a more general concept? Is there a chance he's a Grimwalker but only has a basic idea of what he is and not the specifics?]
[He hisses at him.] Shh! Don't say that so loud! Nobody knows what I am!
[He looks around frantically trying to desperately make sure no one overheard, especially not someone he knows or that might know someone he knows.]
[He looks around and sees a hallway that leads to doors that possibly are some management area. The hallway doesn't seem heavily trafficked. It's a quieter place they can without anyone overhearing but still opens to the store proper so he's not dragging some strange man off to somewhere where they're alone. It's just a little more out of the way but still visible so he can scream over-dramatically like a terrified child if he wants strangers to get spooked and call the authorities.]
[(Because if he's some secret Grimwalker, what if he works for his unc - for Belos still? Best to play it safe and go slightly more private but not entirely private where the stranger might try to kill him for the glory of the Emperor.)]
Also why do you have wings?! Is that a power you got when you showed up here?
[He grabs the man by the wrist with both hands and tugs. There are plenty of adults he'd be able to bowl right over, but while Hunter's not necessarily small at 5'8," the stranger is comparatively huge. (Still doesn't mean he isn't a Grimwalker because Belos is an extremely tall man so his brother possibly was).]
[...There's also the fact that not everyone likes to be grabbed, but Hunter's a bit too panicked right now to worry about that consideration. He's more worried about not being overheard.]
[Oh, they will just laugh about this miscommunication later. Laugh and laugh... (Not).]
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[And evidently Huvrye hit on something, because nobody knows what I am sounds like he is a homunculus, and that doesn't make any sense. There's no reason for a child homunculus - espionage isn't a concern anymore, a kid isn't going to be able to handle a gun like an adult can, and the kid doesn't have wings. He's more likely to be a construct than a homunculus-]
[And he's cutting that train of thought off there. That's not going to help anyone, and the kid is trying to drag him somewhere now, and he can't afford to be in his thoughts when whatever this is is happening.]
Wh- I've always had wings. We all do. Why don't you?
[He lets himself be pulled - towards a hallway, looks like. Privacy without actually disappearing from view. Smart kid. Once they get there, he stops short - sorry, kid, no more pulling - and flares a wing open. It's not enough to hide the kid from view entirely, but it's enough for a little more privacy. His voice is low when he speaks, and he tries to put some calm into it, because one of them needs to be calm and it's not going to be the kid who's panicking at the sight of him.]
[(He hasn't missed the panic, or being feared. This is what he gets for talking without thinking, isn't it. Stupid.)]
Look, I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't even know who you are. You just- you look like a homunculus, that's all.
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We all d-
Was that not in the books I read? Is that something we had before we went mostly extinct?! Am I supposed to have wings?
Do you know? [The head turn makes it clear the question is directed at the bird who...shrugs. It actually shrugs albeit in a very birdy way. And twits out a short reply that seems possibly a negative.]
[This situation is extra confusing by virtue of the fact Hunter is the last Grimwalker left as far as he knows. The secret to making them had been gathered by Belos and locked away. And they'd likely long since been gone by the time he even found it, provided Belos hadn't discovered one of them as some sad, last remnant. But if there was a living Grimwalker, it had to be gone now, just like the only remaining basilisks are the ones Belos made.]
[He doesn't know what's normal and that means he doesn't know what's not normal. He doesn't know what shape Grimwalkers took when so much has been relegated to legend and what's presently here is so...artificially shaped. Him-shaped. Caleb-shaped. An imitation.]
Also, why are you using the word 'homunculus'? That was always a very technical term in the books I read, but everyone else usually used "Grimwalker" since homunculus could also reference other artificially created beings or constructs -
[Oh. Oh no. Something just occurred to him.]
- you are a Grimwalker, right? From the Boiling Isles?
[How many coincidences could there be if it was some otherdimensional stranger not even from the same world?]
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[(Yin would love this, wouldn't he. It's like something out of his books.)]
[He lets the kid talk himself out - namely because he's pretty sure he can't get a word in edgewise - until the kid finally leaves him room to talk, at the end of a question that at least one of them should've asked way sooner than this.]
No. I'm a homunculus from Lasardhi. A fairy.
[Distinct from most of the population of this world, and not just because of his wings. And also, because they're here:]
My name is Huvrye.
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[No last name.]
[Hunter looks even more confused.]
Fairies are like this big. [He holds his fingers just a few inches apart.] Small. Small enough people can bake them into -
[Oh he has made multiple mistakes, he now thinks, and he's gonna head that one off at the pass. Besides, there are some people that think fairy pies are inhumane, even if fairies do like to eat people's skin. This is clearly not the same kind of fairy, judging from multiple features.]
[His expression changes and though neither of them would get the reference, he looks a bit like a Muppet making a horrifying realization.]
Ignore that! My mistake! We appear to be from entirely different worlds with a frankly disconcerting number of things that are only vaguely in common.
[His voice gets more and more shrill as he talks, even if he's still keeping it mostly quiet. It's going up in pitch but not volume.]
If you ever see me again we can just pretend we never met because Iiii will absolutely pretend you're just really confused! Especially if you say anything to anyone about anything I just said!
Grimwalker? What's that? I definitely don't know! Humunculus? Never heard of it!
[He walks, moving to leave the hall, but Huvrye's wing is in his way. He points to it, making a little "please move it" gesture with a hand. It is a little bossy and imperious to not even ask politely, but to be fair, he's bossed around adults ever since he became Golden Guard.]
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[(He's definitely not pursuing what fairies in Hunter's world get baked into. It's not worth it.)]
Not where I'm from.
[The kid backpedals extremely hard, still panicking, tries to leave, and- nah. Nope. Not happening. Not after the conversation they've just had. And especially not after that gesture - that's pretty imperious coming from a kid.]
[Not that Hunter couldn't just waltz out if he tried - the wing is edged in a red glow and made of aura, not flesh and bone. It looks solid enough, but would feel like a particularly unpleasant mist curtain if Hunter decided to just walk right through it. Hunter doesn't need to know that right now - not when Huvrye is trying to keep him here. He folds his arms.]
Yeah, that's not how this works. Unless there's someone else I don't know about, you and I are the only homunculi here - we might as well stick together.
...and I'm not planning on telling anyone. They don't need to know.
[If nobody here can clock a homunculus at fifty feet, then they don't need that information. He's not about to volunteer to be treated like property again - not if he can avoid it.]
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[His voice gets awfully bossy.]
Listen, we're not the same thing, we don't have to tell each other anything about ourselves, and we don't have to talk ever again. So you should just let me go and -
[But he doesn't even get much time for that to work because the bird flutters up to grab his forelock and give it a good solid yank.]
Ow! Stop that!
[The bird lets go and chitters at him in obvious chastisement. And apparently he loves the little bird too much to fight him on anything. He caves instantly.]
Okay, fine! I'll just talk to a total stranger about my deep dark secret. Because there's no way that'll blow up in my face!
[The bird cheeps again and lands on his shoulder once more, looking at him expectantly.]
[He doesn't look at Flapjack or Huvrye, arms crossed, casting his gaze at the floor.]
What does it mean? When you say you're a homunculus? What does that mean in your world?
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[But he doesn't have to try to argue - the bird does it for him, and it looks like Hunter's not going to argue with it. He gives the bird a sidelong glance and the barest hint of a smile.]
I dunno, I think your bird likes me.
[Stranger or not, having the bird on his side is probably a good thing. Plus, he likes the bird plenty himself. It's been a while since he's seen one that wasn't corrupted, and it's a nice change of pace.]
[The good humor drops when Hunter keeps the conversation going like the bird told him to. What does it mean, to be a homunculus in Lasardhi?]
[Nothing good.]
We all look like this. [A quick gesture, up-down, to indicate himself.] Well, not exactly, but - light hair, red eyes, gold skin, natural wings. Someone wanted to make sure we couldn't ever be mistaken for civilians. The rest of it-
[The war. The murders. Government property-]
It's not the kind of thing you talk about in front of civs. They don't want to know.
[He sighs and folds his wing back in.]
I have a room at the fancy hotel across the street.
[It's an invitation. Continue the conversation there, where they don't have to worry about someone overhearing them. He may know a thing or two about keeping private conversations private.]
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[He explains.]
Until I know more I don't really want people seeing us together after this. They might ask questions and I - I don't even know what fake answers to give yet.
[If they both went "wait, what? Is that...?" over it...]
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[Hunter has no wings and it's a tall hotel. He's missing something here.]
We could just tell people you're my kid.
[...yes, he's serious. Huvrye no]
[But he doesn't pursue it and shrugs instead, giving his room number. He doesn't know how long Hunter has been here, but odds are it's longer than Huvrye's current tenure; he might know something about all of this that Huvrye doesn't.]
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And I never told them what the one family member I did have looked like, so if they see me talking to an older person that looks just like me, looking uncomfortable? They might assume he's alive again somehow and try to maim you on sight.
[Ominous.]
[The tone is extremely cavalier and it doesn't match the actual words at all.]
Just open the window when I knock, because I can only stay invisible for as long as I can hold my breath.
[He points to his hood for Flapjack to hop back in. Time to go.]
I'll give you a half hour to get back and settled in.
[He doesn't ask if it's a good time. He doesn't ask if he wants time to finish shopping. No, he makes it sound like he's granting permission for a whole half hour. In fact, it almost sounds like an order, like he's used to firing off rendezvous times.]
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[Huvrye puts a hand firmly on Hunter's shoulder - not quite clamped down, not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.]
I'll see you in five minutes.
[He may hate his career, but the Senior General authoritative demeanor comes in handy sometimes.]
[(It may also be an adverse reaction to getting ordered around. Hunter may be a kid, but Huvrye doesn't have to take that sort of thing here, and that means he's not going to.)]
[Hopefully five minutes is long enough for Hunter to get whatever he needs to do sorted; either way, if Hunter doesn't have anything else to say, then Huvrye is off. Everything else can wait.]
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[And acting accordingly.]
[He hasn't forgotten how to show throat to someone more intimidating and the way he caves to a stronger personality nearly as quickly as he'd thrown his weight around speaks volumes.]
[He looks away and stops meeting his eyes.]
Five minutes.
[The thing about being near the top of the totem pole is that even if you're used to being an authority figure to many, you're also used someone having authority over you. You're used to knowing when to show throat.]
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[This...may have been overkill.]
[(It's a bad habit.)]
[He hesitates for a moment, then pats Hunter's shoulder twice before heading out - a friendly gesture, and hopefully one that will put him a little more at ease. The conversation's going to be tough enough; he doesn't need to be tense on top of it.]
[Five minutes later, Huvrye is back in his hotel room. The stained shirt has been shed in favor of the hotel bathrobe over his pants and boots (because he still doesn't have a replacement shirt), the room's coffee pot is brewing, and the window is cracked. He's not waiting by the window, but he's close enough to get there when Hunter arrives.]
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[He gets off the staff and takes a few breaths to catch his breath, slamming the window shut and drawing the curtains because of the aforementioned metas that sometimes fly around.]
[The staff magically turns back into a bird, the same one as earlier, and it lands on Hunter's shoulder. He holds up a finger.]
Give me - a moment.
[He'd been holding it for a few minutes for the flight over from a nearby building.]
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[...okay. Add it to the pile of weird stuff he's witnessed today and worry about it later, when there are less important things on the docket.]
Sure.
[He lets Hunter catch his breath, pouring coffee into two mugs and setting them out on the coffee table. When it sounds like Hunter has managed to settle down, Huvrye catches his eye and nods towards the (closed, curtained) window.]
What are you hiding from?
[Because that behavior can't be anything but.]
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Or that something was weird about us looking similar.
Because I haven't -
[He leans back against the windowsill, arms acrossed.]
Only one friend knows what I am. Even back home, she's the only one. She's human. It doesn't have the same connotations for her.
I don't know how my other friends would take it.
[Especially given who he's a copy of. Another human witchhunter.]
But you still need to answer my question. What does it even mean to be a homunculus in your world?
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[It also makes sense that Hunter is so cagey, if he's the only homunculus he knows, and if they're not common where he's from. He'd said something about them being nearly extinct somewhere in that panic. It certainly says a few things about how homunculi are treated in Hunter's world.]
[But those are questions he'll have for Hunter after he's done explaining the particular brand of awful that is Lasardhi. He takes a seat, picks up one of the mugs, and gestures towards Hunter with it.]
I'll explain, but you might want to sit down first.
[It's a warning, even though his tone is level. This isn't going to be a fun conversation.]
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cw: talk of war crimes, corpse desecration
[Where he'd left off is probably the best place. He sighs.]
I told you we all look alike, and we can't modify our appearances, so we can't be mistaken for civilians. That's...because homunculi are weapons. We're made for war, out of corpses of actual people. Dead civs.
They make us and give us numbers, teach us how our bodies work, and put us through training - we don't get names unless we survive it. Troops, spec ops, officers - we're most of the military, and almost everyone who gets sent to the front lines, unless there are civ engineers we need to escort.
And we're supposed to be loyal. [The twist of disgust in his tone is impossible to miss, and his gaze is no longer on Hunter - it's over his shoulder and far into the past.] Protect the city, especially now that the continent is overrun with Corrupted. Everything to keep the city safe. And if we start thinking something is off - if we say Lasardhi is wrong, or that maybe protecting the city shouldn't involve killing refugees-
[He catches his hand shaking and thunks the coffee mug down on the table, splashing coffee onto the finish. It's better than the fit of rage he'd had when he'd first realized how wrong it all was, how right about everything Joba had been-]
[His voice had been rising with his anger; when he speaks again, it's flat - still angry, but not controlled so much as beaten.]
Then we get executed and recycled. They use the parts for someone a little more loyal next time.
[He finally looks back at Hunter.]
We're not people; we're government property. That's what it means to be a homunculus in Lasardhi. I...don't know if that's better or worse than being mostly extinct.
[He doesn't know what Hunter's situation back home is like, but he at least knows Hunter can hide it. That's got to count for something.]
cw: some more of that corpse desecration, and genocide, wow these canons
[It sounds...awful. Worse than Belos' regime. At least they had the good fortune of him backloading most of the absolute genocidal horror until the end. And the Corrupted...he's not sure what that is but it sounds like some kind of plague or contagious magical evil. Or a swarm of evil creatures?]
[It still puts him in a strange position of trying to figure out how he feels when it comes to associating with the man in front of him. Hunter, like every Golden Guard before him, had rebelled against Belos, even though it had killed all but one of them.]
[But then...they're dead now, aren't they. They didn't save the day, their efforts towards doing the right thing didn't reward them, fate was not on their side.]
[And it sounds like it's not on the side of these homunculi either. If they rebel, if they try to do the right thing, they don't survive. They get killed, and remade, just like the Golden Guards. He can think that what they did was awful, if they were killing refugees, and know that he - as he is now, with his life experiences - would choose differently if pressed into that situation. And that is something to worry about, here in a world like this that seems to be gradually controlling more and more people like him, being pushed into doing something awful.]
[But he also knows that he'd die for it in circumstances like that, just like he almost died for it back home. If Luz hadn't taken his place when Kikimora was trying to capture him... ]
[Can he really hate the ones trying to survive? When the same horror of the dead Golden Guards is the only thing that awaits their rebellion? Maybe it's not his place to judge at all. Maybe the best he can do is just judge the current actions of the man in front of him now, as they happen in the present. Especially now that he's free to choose.]
[The fact he refused to let someone like him walk away, apparently concerned at his age, does say something about him. So does his obvious outrage and anger.]
[His voice is soft when he finally speaks, and his heart can be heard aching through it. Because so much is similar. At first, he thought this man was like him, then that he was wrong, but apparently he was right by accident.]
I'm sorry. That you went through that.
We are alike. Maybe it's not exactly the same. I was lucky, that the bad things I did weren't as permanent. That I was kept in the dark about the Emperor's plans.
And that I found out in time to do the right thing. I changed sides and joined the rebellion before he committed genocide and killed every witch and demon in the Boiling Isles.
[He leans forward with his elbows on his thights, expression pensive, twiddling his fingers anxiously.]
I'm a Grimwalker. Homunculus was a technical term I found in some of the books I read when I was trying to figure out what I was. Grimwalkers always have eyes like mine, so that combined with what you said...
[That's why he'd gotten confused.]
I wasn't made from dead bodies and I don't know the exact recipe for the ritual, but I do know was made with the bone of someone dead, in their image.
To serve the Emperor, Belos. I was a copy of someone he murdered, someone he used to be close to, and he made me to be his right hand, the Golden Guard.
He raised me. He pretended he was my uncle.
[His voice restricts.]
And I wasn't the first. All the past Golden Guards, the past Grimwalkers, he made and killed them one by one, because every time he made one they betrayed him, and rebelled. He almost killed me, too, when I found out what he'd done and what he planned to do to the Boiling Isles.
He wanted them to be loyal and when they weren't? He just made a new one.
My friends saved me. They decided to be my friends even after all the bad things I'd done, even when I was still serving him. They saw good in me, and were there for me when I ran away from him, when I needed someone.
same terrible, terrible hat
[He's going to lose that sympathy immediately if he ever talks about his role in the war, isn't he. Effiom may be a world away, but that doesn't make him any less Effiom's butcher if anyone finds out what he's done.]
[And what was done to him- to Joba-]
[There are parts of his story that Hunter never needs to hear. The broad strokes should be enough.]
[But the broad strokes are enough to make Huvrye's heart sink to the floor when Hunter starts talking. All of that, and he still says they're alike-]
[But it turns out that's only to an extent, and that extent falls far short of Huvrye's crimes. Congratulations on getting out in time to rebel against the genocide instead of actively participating in it at a very high level. He's already doing much better than Huvrye in that regard.]
[On top of that, Hunter had never had a choice. Huvrye was always on track for some higher role - elite homunculi are too specialized, too expensive, to stay in the rank and file for long - but he could have remained a sniper, or in spec ops, if he weren't horrifyingly good at his job. He'd climbed to his position over a mountain of corpses back when he'd thought it was the right thing to do, but at least Effiom hadn't groomed him for it. Hunter had been created and raised (and Grimwalkers can be made as children, and grow up, and age - he trips over the concept and files it away for later) to be the right hand man of a genocidal maniac for his entire life - the latest in a long line of Grimwalkers all raised like Hunter had been, who all got wise and rebelled.]
[(The latest in a long line of Jobas, some part of him whispers, and he shuts that down fast.)]
[But...Hunter got out. Hunter has friends who stood by him despite who he'd been.]
[(Deep down, the part of Huvrye that paid for his actions in blood and gore at Kyriena's hands is quietly terrified for Hunter's friends. The part that still misses Joba, that aches for any meaningful connection with someone who understands, is jealous. He shuts those down too.)]
They sound like good friends.
[It is deeply sincere. Hunter may have been led around by the nose just as badly as Huvrye, but he'd gotten out before the damage was too bad, and if Huvrye is understanding him correctly, he'd prevented the worst of the killing and his friends were still alive and would be with him if he hadn't ended up here. Differences in their alchemical makeup aside, Hunter is one thing Huvrye never was: lucky.]
I don't know what people think of Grimwalkers where you're from, but if your friends already like you for who you are, then why would they care about what you are?
[He's genuinely trying to understand. There's a chunk of context here that he still doesn't have.]
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Different. The magic that makes Grimwalkers isn't its own special thing but it's still making something artificial. Out of something dead. In the Boiling Isles that kind of thing, something fake made from something dead...
It's gross. By most people's standards. And there are these legends around Grimwalkers and they're not exactly flattering. Like...ghost stories.
And for my friends here, I just -
[He keeps twiddling his fingers anxiously.]
I don't think it's normal for a lot of them either. I have one friend whose powers involve death, and I don't think it would bother him.
But besides him, I don't know about the others. Even the humans. Luz was okay with it but Luz is incredibly weird. And one thing I learned here is humans have stories about people coming back from the dead. They have an entire genre of horror movies about people rising from the dead and then humans killing them again.
There's also apparently a really famous story about someone bringing an artificial being to life out of dead body parts. I didn't read it but I know they call the being a monster, not the creator.
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We can't win, can we.
[Another drink, and then he leans forward a bit.]
Well, if you ever want to talk to someone who gets it, I'm here, and I'm not planning on telling anyone. About either of us.
[If he never hears anyone call him the butcher again, it'll be too soon. He's not about to do anything to drag that reputation into this world, and evidently that includes letting people know he's a homunculus.]
Though if you ever need to tell someone else, your death powers friend sounds like your best bet.
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I've never met anyone else like me. Not back home. Not even here, where there are lots of people from other worlds.
And I'm glad being brought here means you at least could get away. This place definitely has problems but in some ways it's not bad. It's even nice in a lot of ways.
[Titan, his home world sounds awful.]
We still have something terrible to fight back home, but I'm lucky that even if I go back, Belos is gone now.
[It doesn't sound like that's the case in Huvrye's world. So this world might be a respite.]
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cw: implied child abuse
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