And at this point I’m afraid to ask

[enya]

the personal questions meme Because nothing's off-limits! how to play - comment with your character. - in roll the...personal questions. you knew what was coming. you read the title. - tell the truth. lie. deflect. get mad, sad, glad, or creeped out. get personal. - be nosy to others!

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[not_a_wonder]

Medical bills? [Silver Swan laughs, a deliberately breathy, quiet sound. Her voice is a very dangerous weapon, after all, especially when it gets loud.] No.

Sanity. Bodily autonomy. Though Sebastian made me think I wanted that, too. [She absently taps her long, metallic nails against the bracers that she wears, and closer inspection will show that some kind of cybernetic alteration has misshapen her hands to resemble a bird's talons more than anything else.] Pretty people like to use their pretty bodies to get things. Use their pretty faces and their pretty words to manipulate.

[phobic]

I didn't mean to make light, but it's obvious you've fallen in with bad people, if you've lost your bodily autonomy, in particular. [Jon leans nearby, relaxed as only he can be relaxed with the threat of those talons, and it is not courage, but the absence of fear. Something very wrong with the adrenaline response, there.]

Oh yes, I'm no stranger to the machinations of attractive sociopaths. I went to public high school.

Are you still in the company of the people who made you this way?

[not_a_wonder]

Oh, indeed. Bad people who made me bad... and made me badly. [She rolls her shoulders, and the metallic feathers of her wings sound like knives being sharpened as they shift with the motion.] "We love you," they said, and then they cut me open and put all these machine parts in me, pumped me full of anti-rejection drugs, and set me loose.

[Silver Swan gives a little half smile.]

Oh, no, no. Sebastian got bored of his toy, and when Veronica came knocking with a briefcase full of money, he was only too happy to sell. And now I have to do what Veronica says, or she'll take away the medicine that keeps me from falling apart.

[phobic]

[Some would say she was quite mad. But Jon was an unconventional sort, and actually was finding her much easier to talk to, and more rewarding.] Well. I shall float the idea that, if actions speak louder, they don't love you, to see what you think of that.

I should think for now it would be in your best interest to be obedient then. In future? Perhaps you can find a different supplier. But don't rely on the 'heroic' contingent to give a damn, if you'll excuse my coarseness, they never do.

[not_a_wonder]

[Silver Swan nods, and says in a mournful sort of tone,] You don't sell the ones you love. Sebastian lied to me. Dr. Psycho and Circe lied to me. Just like Wonder Woman lied to me when she called me little sister. Isn't a little sister worth saving?

[The mention of the heroes makes her scowl. No one came to rescue her, after they defeated Circe in New York City and Dr. Psycho fled. They just let Sebastian Ballesteros take her back out of the country, back to Argentina for more experimentation.]

Veronica changed some of the cybernetics, and other drugs don't work as well as the particular cocktail she gives me. My body will start to reject all these implants, and that hurts so much... [Vanessa shudders at the memory.] She withheld the right drugs from me for a while, so I'd learn the lesson. Obey, or die.

I don't know anyone else who would know how to make the anti-rejection drugs that I need to survive.