Liar Liar, pants on fire

[artistwithasickness]

Oh yeah, time for a meme. Apparently this is our first one. What a tragedy.

You know what we got in this City? A bunch of repressed people, who are far too comfortable behind their masks of lies and half truths. Let's have some fun with that, shall we? A la 'Liar Liar', your character is compelled to tell the truth. The whole truth. Lies of omission are still lies.

Rules are simple
1. Post with your character.
2. Respond to questions, or avoid answering statements.
3. Go make other characters uncomfortable by poking into their personal business.

Comments

[lyriumburned]

Has a demon ever approached you?

[sleight_of_fate]

Exactly what kind of demon do you mean? Here in the City some of them seem pretty...normal, except for the shadow-things that hang around in the corners. I mean, I sell them freaking lattes and screwdrivers, and refill their pretzel bowls. But back home? I've seem some shit.

I don't like to talk about it, though. The more you talk about them, the more ways in you give them.

[lyriumburned]

Any kind. [He looks somewhere between personally offended and disgusted when Rhys calls the ones around the City 'normal'. He eases up a little when Rhys immediately mentions trying to avoid possession. To that, he gets a nod of approval.]

I'm glad you try to take precautions. Please, stay safe.

[sleight_of_fate]

I'm all for protection and safety, but it's hard to kill things that are living their lives the way we do. Not pretending, but I mean, really just trying to get along. Having their coffee in the morning and going home to their families at night like anyone. I'd like to see you try and have a more open mind, but that might take a little time. I just hope it does happen eventually, because I think when you find out some things about me, I would really rather you be open to the idea than just turn on me without considering that.

And I hope you stay safe, too. It seriously worried me when you said fighting for a living, not just because of the injuries but because of the toll it takes on a mind. I think if you're going to hold up here, you need to be strong, and getting worn down by having to fight in a ring for others' amusement doesn't really seem like something that would be good for the morale in the long run.

[lyriumburned]

I've never met a demon like the ones you're speaking of. Where I'm from, the only way demons can exist in this world is by possessing, and ultimately killing, a host... human or otherwise.

I am trying to have a more open mind... I realize it's not a strong suit of mine. ...I should. Especially with how very different this place is from anything I know. But my prejudices have helped keep me alive. It's... not as easy as simply deciding to no longer be close minded.

As for the fighting. I don't see that I have many options. [He really wants to stop there, but he feels compelled to keep talking, explain, elaborate, say thing he'd rather keep tucked away and secret.] I was a slave. Until quite recently. Slaves, naturally, aren't taught how to read, or write... I don't mind fighting. Or killing. It's what I'm good at and it's what I've always done. I don't feel any guilt. The people I've killed chose their path... [He glances away.] Most of them.

[sleight_of_fate]

I don't blame you for being cautious and I don't want you to abandon what's kept you alive. Just...if someone is able to prove you wrong, that's all.

And I'm glad that you're starting to learn your way around and find better things. Do what you need to, but I'll definitely worry less when you're doing things with a better purpose.