[That's not a question she expected, blinking at him for a moment before looking down.]
Oh, well, it is. White's just a nickname my dad gave me when I was younger to match with the one he gave my brother, Black. It's a whiskey.
[... But that's not why she goes by it.]
After Mom and Dad started letting us go places with them on League business, my brother and I decided that we'd use them as aliases since everyone else had them too. It stuck after they died and I was kept in the hospital so the League wouldn't be able to find traces of me, or so Black told me when I found out the whole... me dying thing, but up until then I'd just thought it was because we were the only Casters left in our family -- even if I didn't have any powers of my own, my family still accepted me as part of that.
[Their love really is a curse, but it's still warming up nicely despite her thoughts.]
I guess I don't really have any reason to use it here, but it's just habit, I guess. You can call me Mary if you want.
I'm used to you calling me White. Why do you call yourself Silver? What's the story behind that nickname? That one's hatred, by the way. It'll make you do things out of pure spite.
...By the time Silver's finished drinking, his expression suddenly goes cold and he heads right towards the door. Despite the cold, everything's rapidly heating up...]
I'm not letting you go until this wears off or you drink the cleanser, Silver. These are test samples, so whatever you're planning isn't going to happen!
[And that's final. C'mon Weavile, help a brosis out.]
[Weavile... Is actually making angry arm gestures along with Silver, because as much as he would normally agree, the sway of Silver's emotions is just too hard to ignore.]
[And that's a good thing, because she's using it to her advantage as she chances letting go to give him a one-armed hug instead, leaning against him more, frowning up at him.]
You're not going anywhere, mister. You still have to help me test these like you promised, and if you go out like this just think of what'll happen after you're done with hurting whoever it is you're going to hurt! I'll get in trouble, but more importantly you'll get in trouble, so-- yeah! Leave it for another time! Please?
[White's relief is almost palpable as she pulls him back over to the counter, frowning sternly at Weavile for swept up and peeking under the wood for the-- there it is, all the calm and trust to satisfy any spiteful person in a single bottle.]
Whatever it is, I'll help you with it. I don't mind roughing someone up! And it's the least I can do for you helping me out.
[Even if she has a cast! All the better to smack someone around with!]
And you've been teaching me to fight alongside you as an equal, with help from Fergie of course, so that one day I may be able to tame a creature of my own, haven't you?
[She's drawing the line from point to point now, metaphorically speaking.]
It's not that I don't think you're capable, White. It's just that I... Look, that's not a fight I'm going to pick anyway.
[Even if he wants to. Even if he probably should. That potion just gave him the drive to actually go and do it, didn't it? ...No, that's not it. It just clouded his head enough for him to not care about the consequences.]
You're the best. Okay, so we've struck out hatred, fear, and distrust. Want to get despair over with? You're supposed to be able to find a glimmer of hope despite whatever situations come to mind.
[Well, hatred did work the way it was supposed to. And so did distrust, kind of.]
Despair, then anger, then sadness, then envy.
[That... seems like the best course of action right now. He takes the bottle of despair and drinks it as quickly as he can, because there's no sense in dragging it out.
It's an emotion he takes quietly; there's ice on his shoes again, and the thoughts of how hopeless his struggle to help monsters or do the right thing or or protect people at home or fight the same fight over and over with his father come straight at him. But at the center of all those thoughts is an understanding, and one that he's all too familiar with. It's the understanding that no matter how hopeless things may seem, he has to keep fighting, because...
Because why, exactly? Because no one else will? Because the situations really are hopeless if he doesn't even try? Normally, he'd believe in that, but now, it feels like so much more of a struggle.]
[She figured envy would be last. He'd declined to have it at first, after all.]
I'll keep that in mind. It... was pretty hard for me to get out of it myself.
[To the point of things literally starting to go up in fire around her, because apparently that's how her brand of despair works (even if she's got a huge fear of fires like that), and the cleanser hadn't ever come to mind in her resulting panic. She's only lucky that she hadn't been anywhere particularly walked through when she was testing her first batches.]
I think I ended up just sitting the whole ten minutes with it, actually. [She purses her lips, but the bottle she sets down is bright enough that it practically shines with hope and courage.] That was fun.
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Sure, go for it.
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[He fiddles with it in his hands for a little while and opens it, but doesn't drink from it just yet.]
Why do you go by White?
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Oh, well, it is. White's just a nickname my dad gave me when I was younger to match with the one he gave my brother, Black. It's a whiskey.
[... But that's not why she goes by it.]
After Mom and Dad started letting us go places with them on League business, my brother and I decided that we'd use them as aliases since everyone else had them too. It stuck after they died and I was kept in the hospital so the League wouldn't be able to find traces of me, or so Black told me when I found out the whole... me dying thing, but up until then I'd just thought it was because we were the only Casters left in our family -- even if I didn't have any powers of my own, my family still accepted me as part of that.
[Their love really is a curse, but it's still warming up nicely despite her thoughts.]
I guess I don't really have any reason to use it here, but it's just habit, I guess. You can call me Mary if you want.
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What do you want me to call you?
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Also she is so touched?? And appreciative.]
I'm used to you calling me White. Why do you call yourself Silver? What's the story behind that nickname? That one's hatred, by the way. It'll make you do things out of pure spite.
[Though for her it did literally nothing, so.]
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[...Well, bottom's up-
...By the time Silver's finished drinking, his expression suddenly goes cold and he heads right towards the door. Despite the cold, everything's rapidly heating up...]
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Hold on hold on hold on, where are you going? And what do you mean that's your name? Like, your real name?
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[He says it calmly enough, but there's definitely an intensity to his eyes...]
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[And that's final. C'mon Weavile, help a brosis out.]
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[Weavile... Is actually making angry arm gestures along with Silver, because as much as he would normally agree, the sway of Silver's emotions is just too hard to ignore.]
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And what is it anyway? Something to do with that guild that keeps hurting monsters?
[... the first thing that pops to mind, the second being the centipede incident that just happened.]
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[Yet he still doesn't pull away, because as much as the hatred is doing a great job of motivating him to want to pick every fight in the world, he...
Well, he doesn't hate her.]
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You're not going anywhere, mister. You still have to help me test these like you promised, and if you go out like this just think of what'll happen after you're done with hurting whoever it is you're going to hurt! I'll get in trouble, but more importantly you'll get in trouble, so-- yeah! Leave it for another time! Please?
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...This feeling isn't wrong, but it isn't how he felt before. And he does have a job to do.]
Fine. Come on.
[He knows where he lives. He can take care of him later.]
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Whatever it is, I'll help you with it. I don't mind roughing someone up! And it's the least I can do for you helping me out.
[Even if she has a cast! All the better to smack someone around with!]
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Well, he really doesn't know what to think of that, actually.]
...You don't need to help me with anything. I don't want you to get hurt.
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Silver, we're equals, aren't we?
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Yeah. I think so. Why?
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[She's drawing the line from point to point now, metaphorically speaking.]
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[And he sees where White's getting at with this.]
It's not that I don't think you're capable, White. It's just that I... Look, that's not a fight I'm going to pick anyway.
[Even if he wants to. Even if he probably should. That potion just gave him the drive to actually go and do it, didn't it? ...No, that's not it. It just clouded his head enough for him to not care about the consequences.]
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Told you I wouldn't let you out with one of these in you They're pretty powerful.
[Even if she still wants to help him with whatever it is. The centipedes, maybe? Sounds right.]
I also don't want you to overload your systems, so we can stop for today if you'd like. I just wish I could've tested the others too...
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[This is a challenge now, and as much as he isn't having the best time, he still wants to finish what he started.]
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You're the best. Okay, so we've struck out hatred, fear, and distrust. Want to get despair over with? You're supposed to be able to find a glimmer of hope despite whatever situations come to mind.
[But like, with this track record..........]
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Despair, then anger, then sadness, then envy.
[That... seems like the best course of action right now. He takes the bottle of despair and drinks it as quickly as he can, because there's no sense in dragging it out.
It's an emotion he takes quietly; there's ice on his shoes again, and the thoughts of how hopeless his struggle to help monsters or do the right thing or or protect people at home or fight the same fight over and over with his father come straight at him. But at the center of all those thoughts is an understanding, and one that he's all too familiar with. It's the understanding that no matter how hopeless things may seem, he has to keep fighting, because...
Because why, exactly? Because no one else will? Because the situations really are hopeless if he doesn't even try? Normally, he'd believe in that, but now, it feels like so much more of a struggle.]
...It could use a little more hope.
[He really doesn't like despair.]
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I'll keep that in mind. It... was pretty hard for me to get out of it myself.
[To the point of things literally starting to go up in fire around her, because apparently that's how her brand of despair works (even if she's got a huge fear of fires like that), and the cleanser hadn't ever come to mind in her resulting panic. She's only lucky that she hadn't been anywhere particularly walked through when she was testing her first batches.]
I think I ended up just sitting the whole ten minutes with it, actually. [She purses her lips, but the bottle she sets down is bright enough that it practically shines with hope and courage.] That was fun.
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