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The Awkward Questions Meme

Does your character have a deep, dark secret? An embarrassing past? A sensitive issue? Something they really don't want to talk about? Well, too bad. That thing is now written on their chest on top of a bright red sticker, and the sticker won't peel off no matter what. Uh oh!

Rules:

Post with your character. Write out what their sticker says - it can be something dark ("Ask me about how many people I've killed"), something gossipy ("Ask me about my crush on my friend"), something silly ("Ask me about my fear of clowns") or something vague ("Ask me about my secret identity.") No blank top levels, please!
Comment to other people asking about the thing.
Have fun and be awkward.

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"Ugh. I mean... I could talk some more about all the shitheads who got turned into a pile of bloody chunks under my axe if you really want all the details."

Playing dumb gets it done. That's the hope, anyway. People don't call him out like this. It's not how things are supposed to go. The sooner he can distract her away from it somehow, the better.

“Don’t think I don’t notice you deflecting by trying to gross me out.” Serenity told him with a chuckle.

“There’s obviously more to the story, and the more you try and deflect the more curious I get.”

He heaves a sigh. So much for that. It's always harder to manage people who don't give half a shit about being polite.

"Look," he says. "How many reasons do you think there are for this kind of thing? Some people just like it. It doesn't have to be a big deal. You don't spend a whole lot of time with soldiers, do you?"

“I’ve spent some. I’ve been told I should spend more,” she said with a shrug.

“No one ever wants to tell the tiny blonde woman anything dark and scary but just because I’m the height of a child doesn’t make me one.”

He watches her for a moment, obviously not pleased. She's focused on her own issues, frustrated about her own stuff, so she's not going to give up. It's tempting, then, to go into too much detail, try to give her more of what she asked for than she can handle--

But the thing is, he really, really doesn't want to. It's been a good day, up until maybe ten minutes ago. No reason to ruin it forcing his way back into a bunch of old crap he can't do anything about anyway. He sighs again and it's not frustrated like the last one, it's slower this time, quieter.

"There's a lot of horrible crap in the world," he says, still sounding sullen and frustrated but in a tired way this time, not trying to fight her on this any more. "You see enough of it up close, you just start... wanting to, I guess. I don't know. I did."

He shrugs.

"You get one of these things on you too?" he asks a little sourly, brushing the backs of his fingers against the sticker on his chest. "Or am I the only one here who gets to have all the fun today?"

Serenity watches the change of emotions on his face. The face of someone whose seen too much and finds himself lost in it.

She nods her head at his comment about there being a lot of horrible crap in the world. Serenity knows it’s true even if many prefer to try and keep her sheltered from it. It’s one of the reasons when she finds someone who may tell her what’s real versus something false she’ll push. “It’s easy to get lost in something when it’s all you know,” she said, trying to empathize though she knew she couldn’t exactly understand.

She sighs as he asks his question, moving her hair back to show her sign with the words:

Ask me why I feel the need to hide who I really am.

“You’re not the only one.”

So?

[He tilts his chin at her sticker, eyebrow raised.]

What are we talking, you've got some kind of secret identity spy thing, or is that sign some kind of metaphor crap?

[Normally maybe he'd phrase that a little differently, or probably not ask outright at all so as not to make her talk about it, but for some reason he's a little low on patience just now.]

[Serenity sighs, knowing its only fair since he answered her question. His comment about being a spy or it being a metaphor does earn a chuckle. He may think he’s being rude but she’s enjoying his manner. The way he isn’t just faking polite with her.]

Metaphor crap for sure.

[Another chuckle as she says that.]

I’m twenty years old and no one wants me to do anything other than be a pretty princess. I want to do more, be able to help but I’m always shoved aside and kept away from anything real. Purely meant to look pretty and marry someone they decide they wish to be King someday.

[He grunts, nodding. That lines up with everything he's seen out of her so far.]

So where's the hiding come in? Is there actually some deep dark secret here or did you just decide that you're too good for the stuff your family needs from you?

[He knows he's trying to provoke her even as he's saying it. Things like duty and responsibility don't always work the same way out here as they did back home, so she's not necessarily in the wrong for whatever it is she doesn't want to be a part of. Still, feels good to pretend he doesn't know any of that, at least long enough to get a little of his own back.]

[Oh he is snarky. Serenity knows she should be offended but instead she’s giggling at him.]

More like I actually want to know what the world is really like. I want to be able to actually make decisions, even mistakes and learn from them. Any time I try and do anything outside of their picture I just get locked in my room until they need to parade me around again.

[When she giggles he makes a face, a little frustrated, a little confused. After a second he thinks he's got it, though: just because an accusation like that might tick him off, if he was in the wrong mood, doesn't mean it's going to work on someone who doesn't give a crap about their role, or the responsibilities attached to it. The shitty mood he's in must have him off his game.]

So what's there to lie about? If you're not going to get the stuff you want either way, why not just stop playing along at all?

[She sighs a big at his next question. The answer is simple though.]

Fear.

If I don’t at least pretend to do what they want, to be what they want they’ll likely kill me. At least alive I can try and do some good.

[His grunt's distinctly more troubled this time. Bad mood or not, it's hard not to be sympathetic to that.]

Shit. That sucks. And being a princess and all I bet there's a lot of security, right? Makes it that much harder to slip out and fake your death or something. What kind of stuff do they want you to do?

[The sympathy makes her want to bristle but she just sighs instead.]

Smile, look pretty, tell everyone that everything is perfect. Marry the man of their choosing and pretend to be madly in love. Then bear an heir, a spare or two, and however many daughters they decide they want to marry off for political means.

Mm.

[It's a neutral sound. Not feeling right in the role you grew up into's something he hears more often out here outside the Qun, but every time he does hear it he gets more certain it's not something he's ever going to really understand, not deep down. Still, it would be a dick move to say so. His bad moods, the times they do get turned toward other people, always run out fast, and feeling wrong in your role isn't the kind of thing he would really want to poke at anyway.]

Not your thing, I guess? What would you be doing, then? If you could do anything.

[She shrugs, feeling a bit awkward talking about it. She’s already started to open though so she might as well finish.]

Some of it might be nice, if I had a say in who my partner would be.

I’d like to be able to actually help my people. Try and make things better. I just don’t know the best way to go about it. The most I am able to do right now is occasionally volunteer at charity events because that helps promote the image they want.

That's not nothing, I guess. How involved they let you get with those charities? Maybe there's something you can do there that they'd be cool with.

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