why do you build me up buttercup baby just to let me down

[intellectualrapist]

[After a rather exhausting time of however long, Erika is finally quite fine enough to walk around without any worries. Of course, she's still a little tender, but going without her corset a week or two more isn't the end of the world. It means simpler dresses and walking around outside like a normal person instead of a stand-out lolita.

Maybe for the best right now. She was generally associated with Dagon but surprisingly doesn't get many looks. And the fresh air of the park is...actually kind of nice. Not that she'll so it like that.

This is also for Zelos. Poor dear. He probably needs a break from her so she figures spending it outside might be good for her.

At the moment, she's flopped over in the grass, staring up at the sky with a quiet mind.]

Comments

[intellectualrapist]

I've lived as a piece and as furniture. I don't think I was really 'human' again until I died.

[inhumanity]

And now that you have back your humanity, do you work to bridge that gap?

[intellectualrapist]

Yes. Let's see... people must look down on your needlessly because you're different, right? At home, I was looked down on for being just a human. And even when I surpassed humans and became a witch, I was still too lowly to really be considered a 'witch.' Ah, yes... that's why I wanted to show them that a mere human can still beat them.

[inhumanity]

My sincere congratulations on cutting into the admirable furniture known as Wizard-Hunting Wright.

[He understands so. Much.]

[intellectualrapist]

Thank you. And I am sincerely impressed. Some of those people were very talented magic users.

[inhumanity]

That isn't very helpful when they're the first to die.

[intellectualrapist]

A fair point. Well, in the end, I guess it's for the best I wasn't there.

[inhumanity]

It looks like God smiled down on both of us. [HAHAH AS IF GOD EVER WOULD HAHA]

[intellectualrapist]

[From how Erika starts laughing, she agrees with the joke.] What wonderful fortune we've received then for our struggles.

[inhumanity]

Even so, we should fight some time. Not seriously, of course. I never fight friends seriously. And I wouldn't fight you while you were still at a disadvantage. [No, he would. He really would.]

[intellectualrapist]

[She snorts. Yeah no she knows he would.] I would like that. Fighting is...thrilling in its own right.

[inhumanity]

I can't decide which I like more: fighting or killing. If only they always came together! I curse you, humanity! I curse you for the weakness that makes killing you so easy!

[intellectualrapist]

I don't have much interest in the corpses I create.

[inhumanity]

I don't either, once they're dead.

[intellectualrapist]

I don't like corpses unless they're part of a mystery.

[inhumanity]

I don't know how you have any fun.

[intellectualrapist]

Murder mysteries are wonderful fun. Closed room varieties are my favourite for their beauty.

[inhumanity]

Boring. Give me something with more flowing blood.

[intellectualrapist]

You can have as much blood in a closed room as you want! That might even make it more interesting.

[inhumanity]

And then? A human killed another human. Boring. The fun finished before you got there.

[intellectualrapist]

That's why I'm a detective before anything else. Solving murders is more fun to me than doing than.

[inhumanity]

A philosophic difference! How can our friendship survive it? I'll have to kill you.

[This blatantly contradicts what he said earlier, and it can be stopped with a word[

[intellectualrapist]

Hm? But I thought you said you wouldn't kill me.

[inhumanity]

I changed my mind.

[intellectualrapist]

I'd rather stay friends with you than have you try to kill me.