I DROPPED THE SCREW IN THE TUNA

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SECRETS REVEALED

- No blank comments. Top levels should include your character telling everyone their biggest secret, that little piece of knowledge they've kept quiet for whatever reason. Positive or negative, embarrassing or devastating, about themselves or someone/thing else, every whisper counts as long as it's about a secret you'd rather die than tell. - What happens, then, when the truth gets out? Will it set you free...or set every prospect you had on fire?

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If it breaks it wasn't supposed to be a weapon.

[inachinashop]

[He goes still for a second, then gives Cole the kind of grimace he's not sober enough to swallow back before it finds his expression.]

Come on, kid.

[Then, because he feels bad about his tone and the grimace and everything, he tries to turn it into a normal kind of answer, the kind if you try to turn it into talking about something else, every now and then Cole lets you.]

That's not even how real weapons work, you know that. Just because Boss' never given you a shitty dagger doesn't mean they're all like that. Like the stuff Seggrit used to sell back in Haven, you remember those?

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[ It's one of the little 'quirks' of Cole, isn't it? The little things that bring a reminder that while he looks human he's something else wearing a human's skin. Tilting his head to the side while he listens like a mabari trying to understand a complex order they haven't necessarily been trained for. ]

People would go for them too fast... I'd have to hide them so they couldn't do things they'd regret. Is that why you wanted to be 'fixed' even though you weren't broken? Hiding something so you don't do something you'll regret.

[inachinashop]

[The Bull sighs. He still sounds frustrated, he realises, but that's probably not the worst thing in the world; Cole seems pretty hard to offend. Still, it always feels kind of crappy, the idea of blowing him off. Sure, more than half of the stuff that comes out of his mouth is freaky and a lot of that leaves you sitting there hours later digging through stuff that was supposed to stay buried, but when it comes down to it, all Cole ever really wants to do is help. Hard to watch him with, say, a dying soldier or something and then really mind the stuff he says, even when he refuses to take a hint.]

I wasn't hiding anything. That's not really how the whole Viddathlok thing works.

[It's not like he can't say 'reeducation' right here in front of everybody, but he's not really in the mood to be out here for this. So he finishes getting up and heads up toward the room he sleeps at, expecting Cole to follow. It's one of the things he's not supposed to like about being out here: you can go off by yourself, just go away to talk with someone, just the two of you making sure no one else can tell what you're saying, and no one even knows here that it's weird.]

You still do stuff like that? Hide people's weapons when they're about to do stupid crap?

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[ It is difficult to offend Cole - or laughably easy. He's all about intend, about harm unjustified. Someone lashing out because they're in pain, that's just what people do and he doesn't think twice about it. He knows things, but he doesn't always understand the right ways. Words are difficult here.

He does indeed follow after the Iron Bull though, needing to do a light jog to keep up. ]

Sometimes. They don't need it as much now. They were - a pot boiling over before, everything ready to spill out and get everywhere. Now it's a simmer.

[inachinashop]

[Something in the Bull's chest relaxes. Or, you know, relaxes as much as it can until he's got all the stupid crap in his head tucked away where it belongs again. Talking about the Inquisition, about other people, that's easier.]

Good. That's good. Everyone's got more faith in the whole thing now, huh? Lucky you were around looking out for us 'till we got here.

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[ Cole frowns slightly, and while it's almost impossible to see his eyes under the brim of that stupidly large hat there's the sense if being watched just the same.]

It's fear. Becoming something different, something new. The butterfly can't be a caterpillar again. That doesn't mean it failed at being one. Fear fades with familiarity.

[inachinashop]

[Okay. There it is. At least it's more of a metaphor this time. Managing his way around those comes a little easier.]

Look, I get that you want to help, but— [Easier to leave it at that so he pauses, like something just occurred to him.] Hey, am I the butterfly in this metaphor? Because you could have gone with something more badass, like... I don't know, what's got a larval stage that's not a bug? Maybe one of the cool bugs.

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[ Cole goes quiet and thoughtful for a few moments. ]

Moths?

[ Moths are cool. ]

[inachinashop]

Huh.

[He thinks on it for a second. It's an important decision. Especially if it's distracting Cole from talking about the other crap.]

I get to be a big one? With something cool on the wings?

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Last time we went to the Emerald Graves one landed on my hat while everyone was sleeping...

[ Cole puts a hand up, fingers spread, to give an approximation of size and basically where. Right front and center on the brim. ]

I had to stay still for hours while she got her energy back to continue the night. It had been very windy and taken a lot out of her.

[inachinashop]

Hm. That doesn't sound very badass, so maybe moth's not the right way to go.