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father vincent. ([personal profile] banworthy) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2025-07-02 12:12 am

[ closed ] you see a man

WHO: Vincent Smith ([personal profile] banworthy) + CLOSED starters.
WHEN: July.
WHERE: Various places.
WHAT: People actually want to spend time with Vincent (he's surprised and suspicious, too).
NOTES\WARNINGS: Silent Hill 3 spoilers, cult indoctrination.
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[personal profile] cantilevers 2025-07-07 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
And I expect you prefer it that way in order to keep people from trying to get to know you and perhaps discover something likable about you. [Vander was once again reminded of the question "who hurt you?" when it came to his interactions with Vincent. From behind his drink, he smirked a little.] I did, yes. However, repeating observations can be a tactic to convince people to offer more.

[He considered, repeating the name several times until he had spoken it correctly. He appreciated the patience on Vincent's end for that.] That sounds like it would create quite the fright to encounter. What is Valtiel a lesser god of? [He expected there were plenty of details, but he didn't mind the evasiveness. Vincent clearly was trying to set a particular impression on him. See? Practically friendship.]

That's because we manipulate a perception of caution to 'other' others and pick out their differences as if they are dangerous. It's a survival mechanism on some level. [He was rather nonchalant about it. He was used to being hated for many reasons, and sometimes from people who had never met him in the first place.] Yet, you contend people have a negative opinion of you. That seems contrary, since negativity can lead down the path of hate easily enough.
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[personal profile] cantilevers 2025-07-11 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh you're not so bad so far. Of course, I assume from now on that you'll do your exceptional best to change my opinion. [There were some rather crusty and rude people in the undercity, and that kind of unlikeable crassness was endearing if one knew how to handle it. He had not yet suffered personal insult from Vincent yet, so that was actually a step up from a few people he had met here.] I wouldn't decline either subject, no.

[Eh, he had the sneaking suspicion that Vincent's version of 'nothing frightening' and everyone else's may be different. Of course, who was he to tell? He was used to things lurking in the dark meant to frighten.] I see. I'll take your word for it, as I highly doubt that I'll have the pleasure of his company in this place. [That left him wondering what Vincent was afraid of, if anything at all.]

You haven't met some truly spiteful people, have you? For some, the ability to hate is like a passion project they invest all of their time and energy into. [He knew at least one in the Lanes that would hate Vincent just to prove that it was possible long-term. People were contrary after all. They didn't like to be told what they couldn't do.] You're rather flippant about the idea of being killed.
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[personal profile] cantilevers 2025-07-12 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a remarkable amount of self confidence when it comes to degrading yourself. It's too bad you don't actually control my emotions. [He was genuinely curious what it was that Vincent would do to attempt or succeed at turning his opinion. So far, there were mostly contentious potential topics but otherwise, Vincent seemed about as normal as a regular Zaunite?] So let's talk religion. I never was one for easy. [It sounded like there was an option.]

So, here we are, right? Just two guys sitting in a closed café we happened to break into for a middle-of-the-night chat. [And hopefully at no point tonight would either he nor Vincent be visited by any otherworldly entity. It would definitely disrupt the vibe that they currently had at the very least.]

And how is that? [He was delighted to hear that Vincent was nonplussed by such people. This man truly was interesting, if all this talk was in fact also a reality.] Hardly. I assume that you learned something from it and moved on.
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[personal profile] cantilevers 2025-07-13 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Vander watched Vincent, nodding his head in agreement about the topic of tonight's entertainment: religion. He knew that Vincent also had a keen interest in Kindred, which he expected he would divulge to keep the conversation one of giving between them.

He tilted his head at the introduction. Was Vincent talking about his home? There was a lot of crime, and people did relish that aspect of their freedom even if it came with its own manner of oppression. Were all worlds like that though? Rampant with crime and culture and oppression?]
Are you talking about your home then? Or Etraya? Most places will create a sense of community eventually after all.

[He shrugged his shoulders; he still hadn't entirely determined his own fate even though he called himself dead. His life as he had once known it was definitely over. It was complicated.] I can't say I care much for funerals. Maybe a little monument for a small time that will fade away or be replaced in time.

[He watched Vincent.] Is that what your religion tells you to do? Move on?
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[personal profile] cantilevers 2025-07-13 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vander nodded at the confirmation, so he could adjust himself to the proper context of what they were discussing here. He took a sip from his bottle of whiskey, noting the crumbs making their way off the table. It should annoy him as someone who frequently cleaned up the messes of others, but he wouldn't waste time on that here.]

As in, you feel like it is pointless for people to remember you in a physical way? How do you feel about people talking about you, your deeds or your memory? [He nodded his head, following the jumping conversation topics without much discomfort.] That's not what I'll be remembered for, but thank you.

[A miracle, huh? Well, he supposed that Kindred might also feel that way; he wouldn't know.] Most people fear death in some capacity. There is a healthy fear of the unknown, of losing influence and permanence.