Give me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

[thelongcon]

The Truth Meme



Whether by spell, curse or chemical, your character is now compelled to speak honestly about everything. There's a little wiggle room: all that matters is that all they say are true.



1) Post with your character, (you know the drill) they're now stuck speaking the truth.

2) Others tag in.

Comments

[mightbeblogging]

Well, how was I supposed to know that? I hadn't known if you'd ever been in a relationship. You were head over heels for that woman, for all I knew. I thought you were heartbroken.

[He sighs, throwing his hands up in the air with some frustration at Sherlock's next question.] Because you followed me, and found out Irene Adler was still alive. So that was good for you, then.

[crystalismemoria]

New Bodhum, in...Gran Pulse----

[Serah squeezes her eyes shut and covers her mouth, completely mortified. Where was Mog when she needed him?! She wildly shakes her head.]

Forget it! I'll...I'll just...look around for an Artefact or someth---

[----Again?! Serah lets out a frustrated noise, and starts hurriedly walking ahead of Corvo.]

I-I'll be fine. Thanks for helping me.

[mouseymolly]

[Molly really hates this not being able to lie thing.]

Yes! Because you never noticed me, not ever, Sherlock - not like a woman wants to be noticed.

[She gasps a bit, hand flying up to cover her mouth. It's useless, of course.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I... You met Sebastian. I called him "friend." You heard what he said about me... how many relationships do you think I've had?

[Pretty much zero, in Sherlock's opinion. Unless you count his dealers. Well, until Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Molly and John. And if pressed, yes, his brother.]

Finding out she was alive, was worse than learning she was dead. Because it meant she tricked me again.

[grindr]

I really don't know. I thought I wanted to be a big shot in the DC nightlife, but that didn't work out so well.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock looks utterly perplexed for a minute. And yes, telling the truth is hateful for him as well.]

That's not just you, though. I don't notice anyone... in "that way."

[God, what is he 12? Why can't he just say it clinically?]

And just *where* do you think you're going?

[moonlitrose]

[Hope Kain doesn't really think he's sneaking out of Baron without being caught. Because Rosa's caught wind that he plans to take a trip and without saying goodbye. It's horrible timing with the coronation and the wedding just a few days away and what in the world could be so desperately important?

Not like she can let her best friend skulk off on some last-minute mission without doing something for him by way of provisions. So she's been baking. If you can call what Rosa does edible. Little fruit pies, just to tide him over.]

Kain!

[There she is, running up from behind and waving. And... what is that smell in that basket she's got? It smells like burnt. (And tastes of salted apples.)]

[riverborntorun]

[There's a trace of something in the air - River's fairly certain she's shot her gun at least twice by now. Not that she can remember it, considering the targets.]

So besides the fact that we're under attack by bastards we can't see - how are you, Rory? We don't talk much, do we?

[mightbeblogging]

I figured you weren't experienced, yeah, but I didn't think anyone, even someone who's usually such a dick, could go through life without having at least one or two relationships.

[Says 'Three Continents Watson,' who has had more than his fair share of 'conquests,' but mostly in his younger days.

So there really wasn't anything like... physical attraction to her? You just liked her for her mind?

[tallymarkedman]

[Rory's never really bothered with weapons around them. What if he accidentally hurt someone he didn't intend to?]

Other than running from things I can't see, I suppose I'm all right.

No, I guess we haven't...

[sixthanimorph]

Yup. You didn't give me a lot to go on, but I got in touch with someone at the local historical society.

From what the guy told me, this ghost of yours is supposed to be some guy who got lynched back in 1906. Fifteen guys dragged him to the tree and supposedly every year on the day he got lynched one of the descendants of those fifteen guys dies a nasty death.

Seems like your usual spooky small-town ghost story to me.

[mouseymolly]

[Yep, pretty horrifying all around.]

So you're not... you're not gay, then?

[watcherjunior]

[ She sinks in the cushions as he pushes her back, reaching out for him when he moves away. Wait, she isn't quite done with that kiss, why are you pulling back. There's a smirk at his words, one that fades when he poses his next question. ] You have to ask? [ But the spell isn't satisfied for her to answer a question with a question. It's like a tug in her mind, in her chest. She has to answer and be honest. ] I love you. [ As soon as she says it, she covers her mouth with a hand. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I clearly didn't explain myself when we first met. "Physical attraction" is not really my area. In general. And she... well, catered to the whims of the pathetic and took her clothes off to make an impression. The only time she was interesting was when she was using her brain.

[Sorry, he got too caught up in the last part to remember the first part.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He raises an eyebrow at that.]

No. Whatever made you think that?

[countervail]

[ And damn him for looking surprised. For knowing what to ask. Damn them all.

He shouldn't answer him. But that's already proved difficult, so when he does speak, it nears a snarl. ] Havelock.

He wanted to jump. Take her with him. [ A bitter twist to his mouth. ] He died first. [ At least, he didn't see the end. At least, the last thing Havelock felt was Corvo's blade; a last look in what they in part helped the once Lord Protector become. ]

Then - she fell. [ From the edge, or from his grasp. He doesn't say; it doesn't need to be said, voiced. He knows his failure.

And now, especially now, Dunwall can burn to the ground; it can drown in a sea of blood and rats and corpses. His sneer is brief, cold and sharp. ] Not what you expected?

[mightbeblogging]

That discussion at Angelo's was somewhat confusing, yes. [He half-smiled a bit.]

Fine, okay. So you weren't interested in her that way, which is fine. You're just not interested in people that way at all, right?

[Forgive him, he's just trying to understand his friend a bit better.]

[hunterusheroicus]

You got more than we could find. I told Sammy he's fired.

So be warned he might tease you when we get back. You're coming with us on this one.

ahahahhaa perfect XD

[dragoon_pride]

[Kain had hoped to get out of there before anyone noticed. He doesn't want anything to add to his already deep and terrible guilt. He knows they'll protest his leaving, after all. It's easier on everyone if he just leaves without notice.]

[So when Rosa approaches, Kain is tempted to just ignore and keep walking. Except, sigh, he can't do that. The guilt is so unbelievably strong.]

Rosa... I can't stay.

[sixthanimorph]

Hey, don't fire him just yet. I just got lucky, that's all.

No way. You're letting me go with you guys? Seriously?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs, why is this so hard to understand.]

No. And before you get any hair-brained ideas, I am physically and emotionally fine. [Where sex is concerned, anyway.] As I said, sex doesn't alarm me. I just find it... dull.

[Seriously, what is so exciting about a bio-chemical response to stimulus?]

[bornintonothing]

[Martin adopts a contemplative look.]

Havelock was unraveling-- everyone knew it. But I never would have imagined he'd go to such extremes.

[He snorts.]

I suppose he caved under the pressure. I don't blame him. He must have panicked, knowing that you were coming for him and there was no one who could stand in your way. Perhaps, because he knew he'd never be a match for you physically-

[He pauses in the middle of his thought to interject.]

-no, we all knew we were nothing compared to what you'd become. Or maybe what you had always been? Havelock must have recognized that and realized that there was only one way to truly kill you.

[He gives Corvo a hard look.]

With all your powers and the ease you dispatched us, I'm surprised you let him.

[clonksukcer]

[Come now jade this isn't that kind of meme let's not talk about what kind of things would satisfy Dave it would make him so awfully flustered after all]

This blatant distrust is hella hurtful to my feels, Jade. You're acting like I would deliberately make you uncomfortable gurl, and you know that's just not how I-
[WHOOPS OUT COMES HIS TURNTABLES AND HE... proceeds to actually scratch his needle so that it emits sounds on an ultrasonic frequency.

Doge scratching, if you will.]

[hunterusheroicus]

We'll see. He might get to keep his job.

Yeah you're coming. We talked about it and Sam thinks you're ready.

[nukeoleptic]

[ you'd better be careful dave



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