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[munchie]

cw: cannibalism kinda, underage sex jokes, brief nondescript ref to animal violence

Hiii everyone.

(Have an enthusiastic wave from a girl speaking in a perfected baby voice.)

My name's Jennifer Check and I'd like to put it out there that I'm now accepting human sacrifices. Sexual or otherwise.

(She smirks at her own joke, but really, she's starving.)

And I mean human specifically. I don't do that animal sacrifice bullshit. I'm not some psycho white boy who got turned down too many times by the pretty girl at school and who's weirdly obsessed with making Call of Duty half his personality.

(A big sweeping eyeroll. It's amazing how quick her voice went from Baby-Uwu to Frigid-Bitch. It's not a talent everyone could master, admittedly.)

Anyway. Is everyone around here a prude or something? I haven't seen any cleavage outside of my own in like a whole day. Holy shit. (...DRAMATIC REALIZATION...) Did I get kidnapped by the Amish...

(The last part is muttered to herself.)

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[munchie]

Maybe. But it was predators who did this to me. (But she gets what the woman is saying. Schematics aside, she was definitely a predator.) I don't even know what a lamprey is.

(It's true. None of it did apply to Jennifer, so she lets the metaphor slide on by. If anything, there's some begrudging respect that the woman actually kind of gets it. Enough to realize that this wasn't something Jennifer necessarily did for fun, but because she had to.

Granted, it was pretty therapeutic, she wasn't going to lie. But like most teenage girls, she had a lot of pent-up rage about men.)

What, are you a vegetarian? I tried that for a week but then Needy told me that chicken's not a vegetable and I was like okay, so, like, I can't have KFC anymore? (Jennifer-.)

Not all of us have herds. Sometimes, it's just us and ourselves. (So what allegiance did she owe anyone? She couldn't even keep the loyalty of her own best friend.)

What's the plan, Cyclops?

[onerthes]

mmm, I see someone uses dark humor as a defense mechanism.

[Fuck, it was like talking to Duran again, only a vampire. She was rubbing her forehead. This was going to be a pain in the neck. she just saw it. Vira-Lorr took a moment to breathe in and then out, cautiously. She would be patient. She would be patient. Hungry tigers were testy.]

First, introductions. The deer's name is Vira-Lorr, not Cyclops or Triclops. And, you might find that you end up not as alone as you think here, like it or not... as for me, I do have a herd of sorts, so I might be protective of a couple of those would-be steaks.

[Cough.]

But my thought is that there is a group of hunters in this town. Strange as this may sound, they seek out prey themselves. Prey that will often be sentient, and that you will see the fear in their eyes as they die. I'm going to assume the Tiger has claws and fangs to do the job?

There may be avenues for you to hunt. Safely. Without causing reprisal.

[munchie]

I don't have defense mechanisms. (She absolutely did.

Despite the attitude she was coping with, she falls silent as the other woman talked. Jennifer once read somewhere that 66% of speaking happened by men in movies. And she read somewhere else that men spoke way more than women and were more likely to interrupt.

Jennifer didn't like the idea of interrupting a girl when she was talking. Not even with a smartass remark.

She actually waits, a genuine wait, to make sure Vira-Lorr was finished before popping her mouth back open:)

What's with the stag metaphors? (Yeah, oblivious to Deerington all right. Though she had heard a thing or two about people referencing to this area as Deer Country.)

Hopefully, your steaks aren't assholes. They'll be fine if they're not. (Hunters?)

I don't wanna hunt animals. (Jennifer slides some hair over her shoulder, sulking at the very idea.) They're cute. Even the big ones. Have you seen a bear's paw before?

(She knows what Vira-Lorr is saying though, despite her play-ignorance.)

Wouldn't be a tiger without them. (She sticks her tongue into her cheek, thinking.)

Well, what if it doesn't work? I really don't know like - all the requirements going on.

[onerthes]

mmm, you could say that deer have something of a prominent place here and in the time before. It's easy to default to them.

[She didn't really see the need to actually explain the whole Ramona thing. It came with way too much baggage.]

One or two are, but I would hazard to think the ones who are qualify as predators of a sort themselves. [Look, Reaper was Reaper.] And the Hunters here hunt monsters and humans who have become monsters. I believe that the latter would probably still be ... well, food for you. Depending.

From me? You will have no requirements. Simply the reactions you might expect. I don't feel a need to tell a predator not to be a predator. You cannot make a tiger into a vegetarian, nor could you a shark. I'm simply looking for ... pragmatic solutions?

Because we may depend on each other soon enough, so something that allows us to coexist is good for you, and for me.

[munchie]

Oh. Does that have to do with the whole obsession with antler decor I've been seeing? And the Deer Country thing?

(So she did pay attention after all.)

What'll keep Hunters from hunting me then? I'm not exactly by definition human anymore. (And she knew anyone with half a brain would argue that she was a human who had become more of a monster, no matter how she might still look on the surface.)

I guess...(She doesn't seem completely sold on the idea, but she's not strictly opposed either. It was a starting point.)

Wow, you really are pragmatic. I don't do co-existing too well. Even before I ate people, I wasn't exactly winning friendship awards left and right.

[onerthes]

Quite. It stems from a rather unpleasant woman I'd rather not discuss. But let's just say... Deers will come up a lot in lore.

[And if she was lucky? Just lore.]

The Hunters are tricky sorts. They were dangerous at times, and some had odd powers. So they might not simply hunt you. But know that if you worked with them, they'll probably watch you just as much as they watch each other.

[Shrug]

We're likely fighting monsters much more dangerous than you, no offense. I would rather have everyone fighting on the same side than doing the monsters' job for us. The luxury of saying "You're an awful person because you eat people" is the luxury of people who have no monsters to fear.

We find ways to work together, or we die in separate ditches. Certain moral questions are essentially meaningless here.