ASK ME ABOUT MY ___

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THE ASK ME ABOUT MY [BLANK] MEME

You're now mingling in a place of your choice-- a party, your usual headquarters etc.-- when you find yourself with a sticker/pin/label of some kind that only reads ASK ME ABOUT MY (PROBLEM OR EXPERTISE OF CHOICE). You did not put this on yourself, and you cannot remove it, but it clearly states one or more of your most embarrassing, darkest, secretest or proudest feats. 

RULES:
-Comment with your character and their name/canon on subject
-Fill the comment with what their pin states
-Embarrass the hell out of them
-Take revenge by embarrassing others and comment around!

Comments

[slukhtis]

Are you kidding? People think they're dead, or gone, or ignoring everyone. They used to appear, now they don't.

[ He tears part of the meat from the rest, grinding it between perhaps too sharp death. He looks bored, lazy, uncaring to how his words could be offending. If she is going to strike him he'll think it's fun, get excited and liven up. It's been months since he had a good fight. ]

The might be still around, doing whatever gods do, but the humans don't think so.

Fine then. [ Michael screws up his face, sticking his tongue out at her briefly. ] Live in trees.

[gwenhwyfar]

They appear to those who are worthy of it and when they want to. They are not in service of mortals.They're fickle, that's the nature of gods; they do not side with any particular group of people and if they do, it's for their enjoyment. That will always be the nature of the fair folk.

[ Although, it may take more than that for her to strike him, should the right nerve be struck. She needs to conserve energy, sadly. ]

Hold your tongue -- I am certainly not human. Do not lump me in with such delicate beings.

[slukhtis]

[ He scoffs, eyes rolling around in his head not at all surprised. Gods are assholes, he figures, that's just how the way things are. ]

Didn't say you. [ Hand waves about, lazily motioning towards her. ] You don't smell human, don't look it. Too tall, they'd try to lynch you for that alone.

[gwenhwyfar]

[ She won't argue that, especially after losing an eye. ]

Such a thing would be an unsuccessful endeavor. Height is more than just one advantage that I have.

[slukhtis]

[ He grins, almost manic. Oh yes, he likes her. ]

I want to see them try now.

[gwenhwyfar]

Unless you're volunteering to become a dinner, do not provoke me.

[ She hates to eat people, but sometimes people need that reminder if she gets angered enough, yes, that's a strong possibility. ]

[slukhtis]

[ . . . ]

You eat people?

[gwenhwyfar]

It is not wise to anger a nephilim; we have hunger that can never be sated.

[ YOU WANNA GO ]

[slukhtis]

So... you eat people.

[ this guy has literally no self-preservation instinct. ]

[gwenhwyfar]

I have done so, many times, and not out of my own volition.

[ Hey, it's better to know that she's unstable, flesh-eating monster off the bat than to proceed to provoke her. She hates to lose that control. ]

[slukhtis]

Huh.

[ A heavy pause, he chews and chews and chews and─ ]

What do they taste like? People.

[gwenhwyfar]

What sort of question is that? Do you you have a death wish?

[ Calm. She has to be calm. Even that riles her demonic urges that she keeps at bay. ]

[slukhtis]

Yes. [ Grins. ] 'm curious what they taste like. Is it like chicken?