cape_kore | 004 || Elle Bishop || [video]

[Elle's sanity has been only tenuous for a long time, and it's evident that despite how she's taken care in her looks, that something is off. Her hair is frizzier than usual, and in the background of the feed, several objects have been burned or melted. Her eyes can't focus on the feed longer than a couple seconds, and even when she manages to focus on the feed, her eyes are wide, the gaze somewhat absent. It's only partly intentional, an attempt to hide the fear she feeling. Because she can't admit she's afraid. Especially not with him around. Because he's here somewhere. She knows he's here. She saw him.]

I'm going to make this quick. There's a little fat bald man walking around, and sometimes he doesn't have the top of his head attached. He's my da- He's mine. Okay? If you see him, tell me. I-

[Truth be told, she still isn't sure if she wanted to kill him or beg him to take her back and make everything okay. She'd been a little surprised and hurt when he hadn't popped out when she'd called him a "little fat bald man." He was supposed to take the bait, damn it, if only to reprimand her.]

I need to talk- No.

Just. If you see him, don't talk to him. He- he can kill people by turning them to gold. So just let me deal with it, okay?

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While transmutation of matter is theoretically possible, it's not cost-efficient and requires equipment not found here. It's highly improbable that a human here could do such a thing to living tissue.

[But that leaves a loophole, one he's not really sure how to deal with, and things have been somewhat... doubtful, lately. He's had a lot of ideas he can't really account for.]

Unless of course, he isn't human. If he isn't human, that increases the likelihood that neither are you. In a situation like this, non-humanity could possibly be a threat.

[Elle stares blankly at the feed for a moment before she's shaken by a violent tremor. Something in her face breaks. She's scared, she can't think. She wants to think, but she can't. And this guy is using big words that she doesn't understand right now, can't understand right now, and she thinks he just called her an alien and she can't deal with him and he's a ginger and why is a ginger mocking her like this and oh god look how far she's fallen a ginger is making fun of her does he even have a soul or lips she really hopes he has lips but she doesn't care about a soul because no one has those anymore.]

[All the thoughts swirling around disjointedly in her mind, and only one manages to explode into formation.]

WHAT?

[He's patient. Even if he's completely uncertain of anyone's motives and if they're even what they seem to be, he's patient.]

Is the individual you speak of human, and are you?

He's dead, you fucking birdbrain!

And I'm fucking human, numbnuts! What the fuck else would I be?

Not everyone here is human.

[More, he's beginning to suspect, that he previously realised. He has to figure out who's really human, and eliminate the threat. He must.]

Are you saying that you've witnessed a dead individual walking around?

The. Top. Of. His.

Head.

Was.

FUCKING CUT OFF.

Trust me okay? I know a lot of people who don't but I saw him right after he was killed and now I don't know how but he's walking around again and don't let him near m- I mean. I mean tell me when you see him. Because- Because I can take care of it.

[She hopes so, at least. The feed is shaking, and it takes her a moment to realize it's because she's shaking so badly. She wishes these watch things came off so she could prop it someplace.]

I see.

[Being yelled at doesn't bother him. He takes it calmly. Still, this man can't possibly be human if he's walking around with such a serious injury. And he knows that's a problem. He knows he can't trust those who aren't human.]

Is he a threat to those here? Would he prevent me from accomplishing my own purpose?

Gold-gold or just gold-colored?

[ It's an important distinction, okay? ]

What? What the fuck is your own purpose?

Why would I care what the hell your purpose is?

Did I fucking stutter?

Gold.

[No. No, he's not answering that. If she isn't human, then she would want to get him out of the way, and there are those that need to be protected. If she's not human, he's not obliged to obey anything she says. He doesn't think she's human.]

Regardless, there's someone walking around with a grievous injury. I will keep a close eye out for him.

[Her eyes water, and tears start to spill over as her lip trembles.]

It's not a grievous injury? He's dead! How fucking stupid are you to not get that?

Corpses are generally not ambulatory.

[He's infinitely logical about it, but he does have a twinge at seeing her tears. She isn't human, she cannot be, she is certainly one of those he must be wary of. Still, she looks human, and that's problematic.]

The fucker rich?

[ Shit, Kobra can't even imagine. ]

You fuckin' rich, Princess?

He is, though! I don't know how but he was dead. I saw him! I- I saw him!

[Or did she? She'd found him after Sylar had taken her father's power, missing the serial killer by minutes. After he'd attacked her, she'd had to stay in the hospital. She'd missed her father's funeral. She'd missed everything. And the Company had certainly lied to her before.]

[She sinks to the ground and starts crying in earnest, not realizing the feed is still on. She doesn't know what to believe anymore. She doesn't know who to believe.]

[ Is he? Is she? ]

I don't know. I think that's something only poor people think about.

Does it matter?

I mean. He's dead or something and walking around and that isn't normal, right?

[She nibbles her lip, worried. She's never had a good grasp of "normal." Is this- It can't be, though. Right?]

[Daneel wobbles a little between positronic potentials.]

He cannot be dead if he's walking around. Please, calm yourself.

I dunno. I'm dead and I'm still here.

[ Unhelpful as ever. ]

And totally poor as shit, so fuck you.

[Finally, something she knows how to answer.]

Fuck you!

[She barks a laugh at that.]

You wish you could fuck me.

[She rubs her temples. She's tempted. No, it's better to say she ought to be tempted.]

So he could really be here even though I saw his body back home?

Well, I'm not against it, but I don't make a habit of working that hard for it.

[ Sex is more important than zombie dads. Zombie dads are boring. ]

That hard to get it?

[What?]

Dude. Did you just say allude to fucking my dead dad?

I don't believe there's anyone here who wishes to do that.

[She snorts.]

Because you're ugly.

[Ugly gingers. Why is her dad here? Is he after her?]

Just make him leave me alone.

No.

No, wait.

Don't. Don't do anything. I'll-

[She covers her head with her arms and tries not to cry.]

[Even if she isn't human... are all non-humans necessarily a threat? He isn't sure, he doesn't know how to cope with individuals who are neither human nor robot. He's suddenly worried.]

Can I be of assistance?

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