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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:51 pm
"I don't take energy forcefully," Mimi responded with a smile. "It might be unwilling at the most, but never have I done it forcefully. There was no 'force', physical strength, involved, minus maybe a little bit from myself to ask the mirror wraith to come out."
Mimi covered her mouth and laughed. She was kind of amused that Ganymede took it seriously. Though hearing 'the dementer' thing was definitely new. It was a nice reference anyways, but she was pretty sure the wraiths were uninterested at taking energy until a person died or passed out. Well, at least Mimi was told people were better off alive so the can give energy another day than kill them.
"Relax, Mr. Ganymede. It was a joke. I didn't expect you to say yes at all." She paused, laughing again. "It would definitely be an interesting experience though, a White Moon Senshi giving energy willingly. As I said, I wouldn't do that to any one person. That's why I run around so much. I gather a little bit of energy from a lot of people."
She smiled again. "Well, you're not harmless and I asked. If people like you won't be willingly giving me energy, then I just take from those drunk or homeless whom don't really do much with their energy anyways. There are drunk people who abuse the people in their lives. As for the bums, some might be there because of bad luck, but others are there because they're lazy."
"Does this guy ever stop defending people?"Sunshine Alouette (( I'm tempted to send a wraith to Ganymede to give him a 'kiss' before they part X"D;;;; ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:11 pm
Ganymede didn’t always know why he defended certain people. He was certainly aware that there were people in this world who didn’t warrant defending, who had done too much against other people to deserve that sort of kindness, that sort of support, but he didn’t approve of the enemy’s mindset, this sort of apathetic or dispassionate attitude and demeanor they exuded when it came to the people they took energy from.
Drunk people, homeless people, bums. How did taking from the wretched and the needy make what they did any more acceptable?
“If that’s how you justify your actions, you’re a pretty sick person,” he said. “I don’t know who I feel sorry for more, you for turning out this way, or your victims for more obvious reasons. You don’t know anything about those people, and you don’t care to know. You probably don’t even go after them because they’re abusive or lazy. You go after them because they’re easy targets.”
And she liked to talk about other people fighting dirty? She liked to make a big deal out of it when someone didn’t live up to her expectations and fight the way she thought everyone should? She got huffy and offended when someone got the best of her by scratching and pulling hair?
This was bogus. Everything about it. He didn’t know how she’d gotten this way, or how any of them had gotten this way, and at the moment he didn’t care to know. Maybe she’d been brainwashed, or forced to believe what she did now, or maybe she’d come to accept what Ares or whoever else told her on her own. Maybe she was just sick and crazy and drawn to other sick and crazy people on instinct. On another day he might have wanted more information, might have tried to change her mind or talk to her enough to help them both understand one another, but for now he thought he’d heard enough.
He couldn’t stomach it—the way she thought about people, the manner in which she chose her victims. Maybe she wasn’t going out and attacking people willy-nilly, maybe she had some morals deep down in her, but she wasn’t the right person to be judging any of these people. She didn’t live their lives. She didn’t know anything about them beyond what she could assume.
“Just… go,” he said, swallowing hard enough to dislodge a lump that had formed in his throat. “Get out of my face. And if I ever catch you using those things on anyone, I don’t care who they are, I won’t be so kind next time.”
Ganymede tried his best to sound intimidating, but he couldn’t be sure it didn’t just fall flat.ATh e a r t *snort!* You're welcome to if you'd like! <3 Although I'm sure he won't like it at all. 8D;
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:50 pm
"I can't imagine everyone thinking that I am doing the right thing. I probably don't think that you're right in everything you do." Mimi paused, thinking. "I'm pretty sure you're not one of those people that walk down the street past a beggar and ever thought twice or gave them a second glace, right? Isn't that 'wrong' in it's own way? Just because my actions are different doesn't mean that you and I have to think differently about them."
Mimi knew she wasn't perfect. On a day to day basis, not as Mimi but Camilla, she probably would give a homeless person a few coins or some food to eat. She was raised to be charitable, and she was. Mimi took energy from people, but she was sure that it wasn't something people couldn't recover from.
"They are easy targets. So what? Are you suddenly going to give a homeless person a home because you want to make them less easy? Should I go suck energy from a bank robber instead?" Mimi grinned. "You might want to protect the people from bank robbers, but not everyone robbers take from are so 'innocent'. I'm pretty sure you judge too. Might not be the same way or reasons, but you do."
"You don't know my life besides judging what faction I'm a part of. Do you care any deeper than that?" It wasn't the first time Mimi had been judged negatively just because she was a part of the DMC. She never took the judgement that deep though, more so because Mimi accepted long ago that Chaos was fighting for different reasons than the Order aligned. "I could be like Mother Teresa normally, for all you cared."
There was nothing more that she wanted to say, and wanted to leave before Ganymede decided to attack her. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Ganymede. At least, I think it was nice."
She made her way to the closest mirror she could walk through, wanting to end their meeting with a surprise. "Well, I had asked before, right?"
Secretly, Mimi pulled out her mirror shard and summoned a wraith to take a sip of energy from Ganymede. It was quick motion and before Mimi walked into the mirror, she stuck out her tongue at Ganymede and smiled. She disappeared before she saw the eternal Senshi's reaction or heard anything he had to say.Sunshine Alouette (( Mimi's last post! <3 ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:38 am
“You don’t know anything about me!” Ganymede shouted back at her. “If you were a decent human being, you wouldn’t use other people the way you do!”
Ganymede could easily admit that he was a bit of a hypocrite sometimes. No, he was not the most morally upright citizen in the city, but he also didn’t just ignore everything that went on around him—try as he might to ignore the war when he was going around as a normal civilian. He didn’t just overlooked things the way this girl implied he might. Maybe he judged people, too, but it wasn’t anything like this. He was better than that, he thought. He’d seen enough people in need over eighteen years to treat them so poorly.
What had started out as a fairly decent conversation—at least in his opinion—had quickly dissolved into the sort of conversation he’d come to expect from some of these people. He shouldn’t be so surprised; Ganymede wasn’t naïve. Hopeful, yes, but not naïve. At the moment, however, he didn’t know what he was thinking, trying to convince these people that what they did was wrong. It seemed obvious to him that they just didn’t care. They’d been turned by evil to do evil. There were probably parts of them that had already been pretty evil to begin with.
It probably made them easy pickings for Ares.
He was marginally satisfied when the girl appeared as if she would leave, but her immature goodbye and the wraith she sent for him caused Ganymede to shriek with rage.
“You stupid son of a b***h!” he shouted, not sure if he meant the girl or the wraith that swooped at him, which he swatted at and dodged as he muttered a string of curses under his breath.
And, just like Mothra, she slipped away before he had the chance to return the favor.
So much for fighting with honor.
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