[ two seconds before she was about to go into a full rant about what right he has for making comments about Erik, but now there's... a gun! right there on the table! they never had guns in the Xavier home, no need when Charles could just bend any mind that came through their front door. in fact, besides watching Charles and Erik train together out on the lawn from her bedroom window, this might have been the first time she's seen a gun up close and personal.
which is why she's sliding her chair back, standing up and taking a few steps back, thank you very much. ]
Gosh, why would you-?! You can't just do that! What if it... went of?! [ guns do that ok when you toss them around on tables all willy nilly they fire and kill everyone ] Have you used that before? Here? Or from home. [ rapidly putting the pieces together ] Is that what this is about? You've killed people too? Why in the world would you think this would be better than just telling me, oh my god I think I'm having a heart attack!
[He can't help it. His first reaction is to laugh, even as he reaches for the gun to slide the magazine free. Another few clicks and he pops the round in the chamber too, placing everything down and leaning back again. Once he sobers himself up again, he finally continues.]
This would be why we've been playing twenty questions. My job back home is to kill people. So believe me, I know what I'm doing.
[ Raven huffs, still more overwhelmed by the gun than by what he's saying, but eventually she's sitting again, her eyes on the disassembled weapon more often than it is on Wesley. ]
So, what, you're an assassin? People pay you to kill people for them? [ it doesn't seem real. like something out of a movie, and the kind of movie Raven never had very much interest in. but she doesn't sound skeptical, just- surprised. ] What am I supposed to do with this? Have you been killing people here? No. Because everyone would know it. So. [ thinking out loud, yes. ] I still stand by what I said about Erik, there's more to you than that. I mean, I'm glad you told me. I think. But. I don't think any different of you now, because of it. That's not who you are to me.
In order? Yes, I'm an assassin. No, I don't get paid to do this. No idea, but I'm hoping you stick around. And no, haven't touched a real person here.
[Yes, that was him marking those questions off with his fingers. He doesn't really care how many she fires at him though. Just as long as he gets this chance to explain. Of all the people on the ship, it's only Raven's opinion that actually seems t matter to him, though he has no fucking idea why.
Or rather, no idea he'd willingly admit to.]
I only ever killed the people fate wanted dead. Seeing as I can't get my orders here, I've got no one to shoot. [A shrug. But the truth is, even if the loom still somehow managed to arrive here, he doubts he'd ever manage to take that shot. He's still stuck trying to work out what he's meant to do next.] But that's still who I am. I'm a killer, and I enjoy it.
I dunno what to say, Wes. What does that even mean, fate? Does someone tell you who to kill? [ 'tell' is emphasized with a touch of her fingers to her temple, and a mild look of disbeluef, but considering what Charles can do? who knows. ] I don't-- I dunno! [ she laughs, nervous ] I'm sorry, I just. [ mooore laughing ]
Fate. Destiny. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. [He scrubs at his face, his eyes, scratching his hand through his hair. He's clearly not comfortable with talking about this part of it. Not while Sloan is still so fresh in his memory. The man may be dead now, but that doesn't mean he's forgotten.]
Does it really matter though? I killed the people I was told to. The end.
It matters. It matters a little bit, anyway. [ she sobers with that though, hands folded in her lap as she leans forward a bit. ]
Why are you telling me this? Why now? Are you trying to scare me? Because it's not going to work. [ she lifts her brows at him, 100% defiant teenager style, then sits back again. ] Your past doesn't matter to me, all that matters is what we have here, on the ship. And what we have here is... ice cream sundaes and shots of vodka in the kitchen and you being part of the reason why I'm not scared of who I really am anymore.
The last people I was close to are all dead now. [While it may have been Fox's bullet that killed the group he knew best, he knows that he was the catalyst behind it all. If he'd never entered the picture they'd all still be alive. Oblivious to Sloan's lie, but alive.]
This isn't about me trying to scare you off. [Though he knew it was an option going in to this.] This is about you knowing what you're getting in to if you stick around.
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[ two seconds before she was about to go into a full rant about what right he has for making comments about Erik, but now there's... a gun! right there on the table! they never had guns in the Xavier home, no need when Charles could just bend any mind that came through their front door. in fact, besides watching Charles and Erik train together out on the lawn from her bedroom window, this might have been the first time she's seen a gun up close and personal.
which is why she's sliding her chair back, standing up and taking a few steps back, thank you very much. ]
Gosh, why would you-?! You can't just do that! What if it... went of?! [ guns do that ok when you toss them around on tables all willy nilly they fire and kill everyone ] Have you used that before? Here? Or from home. [ rapidly putting the pieces together ] Is that what this is about? You've killed people too? Why in the world would you think this would be better than just telling me, oh my god I think I'm having a heart attack!
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This would be why we've been playing twenty questions. My job back home is to kill people. So believe me, I know what I'm doing.
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So, what, you're an assassin? People pay you to kill people for them? [ it doesn't seem real. like something out of a movie, and the kind of movie Raven never had very much interest in. but she doesn't sound skeptical, just- surprised. ] What am I supposed to do with this? Have you been killing people here? No. Because everyone would know it. So. [ thinking out loud, yes. ] I still stand by what I said about Erik, there's more to you than that. I mean, I'm glad you told me. I think. But. I don't think any different of you now, because of it. That's not who you are to me.
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[Yes, that was him marking those questions off with his fingers. He doesn't really care how many she fires at him though. Just as long as he gets this chance to explain. Of all the people on the ship, it's only Raven's opinion that actually seems t matter to him, though he has no fucking idea why.
Or rather, no idea he'd willingly admit to.]
I only ever killed the people fate wanted dead. Seeing as I can't get my orders here, I've got no one to shoot. [A shrug. But the truth is, even if the loom still somehow managed to arrive here, he doubts he'd ever manage to take that shot. He's still stuck trying to work out what he's meant to do next.] But that's still who I am. I'm a killer, and I enjoy it.
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I dunno what to say, Wes. What does that even mean, fate? Does someone tell you who to kill? [ 'tell' is emphasized with a touch of her fingers to her temple, and a mild look of disbeluef, but considering what Charles can do? who knows. ] I don't-- I dunno! [ she laughs, nervous ] I'm sorry, I just. [ mooore laughing ]
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Does it really matter though? I killed the people I was told to. The end.
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Why are you telling me this? Why now? Are you trying to scare me? Because it's not going to work. [ she lifts her brows at him, 100% defiant teenager style, then sits back again. ] Your past doesn't matter to me, all that matters is what we have here, on the ship. And what we have here is... ice cream sundaes and shots of vodka in the kitchen and you being part of the reason why I'm not scared of who I really am anymore.
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This isn't about me trying to scare you off. [Though he knew it was an option going in to this.] This is about you knowing what you're getting in to if you stick around.