~ street to try his luck there when there is a clap of thunder. Jack looks up.

The sky would open any minute.

“Maybe I can wait until after the rain.”

His condition wasn’t going to be solved tonight anyway.

“Hmm.”

He frowns, but it is not at her.

“I rarely get lost,” he adds with a laugh. “I think this place wants to hide from me.”

Or the one who gave him the contact deliberately lead him astray. He hopes not. Maybe they just got their wires crossed.

“Thanks, though.”

He is about to cross the ~

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𝕋𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕏-𝕄𝕖𝕟...

@theboogeywoman.bsky.social

@theboogeywoman.bsky.social // Mind if we do normal replies for SLs rather than quoting posts?

𝔸𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜. 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?
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。𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨
。𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠
。𝐲𝐨𝐮 💀💀💀💀
。𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.
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𝕏-𝟝𝟙 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕟.

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~ understanding, too.

"Conversations lead to more conversations. And all that leads to understanding. You cannot hate up close. But it all takes time."

~ capable of empathy. At least other her was. He would say that maybe he should take his own advice and not judge by appearances, but she doesn't even look like the Elsa he knew. Not really. Still, she is her. He sensed that from the start. Which means he has to believe her capable of kindness and ~

He frowns. Again.

"Non-human people. Not things. And just like with humans, you should not judge them based on how they look. And why should I not care? That is basic empathy. Something I think you . . ."

He was getting worked up and nearly said something he would regret. Still, he knows she is ~

SL with Nyx:
bsky.app/profile/iveg...

~ while he is in the throes of it.

That's why he is here in this city now. Looking for someone.

"Pardon me," he says politely, holding out his phone to the one beside him at the light. "Do you happen to know where this address is?"

~ loses any sense of himself. This self. The one who cares and wants to help others rather than harm them. Hurting another . . . well, that would be /his/ greatest fear.

And he is working on it. One day, he hopes to find someone to help him if not break the curse then at least hold onto his mind ~

A Short #Starter for @theboogeywoman.bsky.social | Nightmares

Many would argue that Jack -- at least in his other form -- is the stuff of nightmares. But Jack loses sleep, too, and much for the same reason.

He fears being a monster. And he fears hurting someone.

In /that/ form, though, he ~

“𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀… 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁.”
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Multiverse OC (mainly for Resident Evil)

- MDNI

- 25+ Writer

- Multi-Ship

~ gaze travels to the little alter -- something he had not really noticed before. Then again, who can blame him? He was a little distracted last night.

"Are you . . . some sort of Druid?"

He is not entirely sure to whom the alter is dedicated.

"Next week," he answers, and that lie is a bit more fluid, at least. Next week seems a reasonable time for Ted to not get married. "And yes. I have a good sense of direction."

Mostly due to his werewolf self, he imagines, as his ability to find his way is rather uncanny.

"But thank you."

Jack's ~

~ be surprised to find out how many simply act from fear."

He is going to say more when they are summoned back to the table. It seems the offical conversation would begin.

"Please," Jack says to Elsa as he moves towards the other room. "Keep an open mind. If you do, so will the others."

~ His friend Ted, for example. He could translate for Ted.

"Most do not wish to kill humans and certainly do not need them for food. You really only have to worry about the vampires in that regard."

And vampires look human.

Jack has a complicated relationship with vampires.

"I think you will ~

Again, he would argue that just because something has always been one way does not make it right.

Maybe it is a time to break old patterns. For all of them.

"I propose this. Talking. Negotiating. Many of those who even d not look human still can do that much at the very least via a translator." ~

~ I have not managed to yet. I am trying to find a solution."

He would rather a cure, but he is not holding his breath on that.

"A witch who might be willing to help."

Maybe to most, but Jack doesn't really mind. Any reasonable person would be curious.

"It is painful for one, but even that I can manage. What I don't like is that I am no longer myself. My thoughts are not entirely my own. I have heard of some like me who have been able to maintain awareness, but ~

~ ripping them apart just to get out. But if she gets ahead, at least she could be safe.

~ sure? We don't know how long we will have to crawl through there? I will change even if I can't see the moon."

Like the tides, it pulls him regardless.

"You should go. Or . . . if you pull me up, I can at least give you a headstart."

If he changes in the vents, his other self likely would be ~

Alas, being able to sense the special abilities of others is beyond him. When May jumps up to the ceiling and grabs on with ease, though, her laugher makes sense. Even Jack has to chuckle to himself.

"Definitely useful . . ."

But then she is holding out a hand to him, and he hesitates.

"Are you ~

~ But that is the crux of it. She views them as less than because they are not human.

Jack sighs.

"I know that we are just going around in circles. Obviously, this cause means a great deal to me. I want to stop the killing. Of humans. Of monsters. It does not have to be either or."

She is a protector.

At least the Elsa he knew was.

"Do the lives of those who are different mean so little to you?"

He sounds disappointed. No. He sounds hurt.

"That killing them is justified when many have done nothing and might never do anything? Were they human, would you do the same?" ~

~ killer. He doesn't want to believe that.

~ the affliction inherited from his father.

"LA is home these days. Should you feel the need to do your own vetting."

He would prefer not given that he does shelter those like him now and again, but that is done secretly. He covers his tracks.

"Who are /you/ really?"

She can't simply be a ~

~ name, I was born Jacob Russoff. I was born in Romania and raised mostly by my mother in Los Angeles, though we -- my mother, my sister, and I -- spent a great deal with my maternal grandmother in Mexico. Does that answer 'who I am'?"

Every word of that is true and is as much a part of him as ~