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back when she was about fourteen and it became clear to her that no amount of surgery was ever going to fix her enough for that to be a real option. Not even booze and pills could have gotten a man stoned enough for it to work.
Kate giggled. At first it seemed like it was about what Gwen had been thinking, but then she spoke, explaining herself.
"Oh, I'm just teasing. I didn't even know their names until you came along. You're a better person than I am, that way. Learning the names of all the underlings, and help, like you do. It makes it seem like you almost think of them as people. Poor form, of course, for people in our circle, but it seems to be working for you, so far." More snoot infected the words.
It was enough that Gwen jerked control back, annoyed.
"How in the fuck did you manage to become such a self-centered cunt? The entire time I've been here I've wondered that. Ethyl and Robert are good people. Okay, rich, but other than that, they aren't bad at all. Your Uncle Thomas is a great guy, hard working and everything, and Cousin Reggie is practically a Saint. He let himself be publically tortured to show people what we've been doing to the Westmorlands. You're-" Well, she's already said what she thought there. It wasn't lost on the girl.
There was a hand going up, a single one, the palm flipping up, under the water.
"I'm a realist. That's all it is. People simply aren't created in an even fashion, and they don't all have the same privileges or skills that we do. That makes us better than they are. That's all it is. I'm smart. I know that you don't think so, but consider the idea for a moment; when I learned that the world was going to be taken over by the Elder Gods, I made certain to be on the winning side. If you hadn't come here, if we'd picked someone else to sacrifice from your world, or another, then I'd still be me right now, because I picked correctly. Even now, I'm still here . Stuck being hidden most of the time, and doing that dreadful running all the time, and fighting, but it took skill to make it happen. Discipline that no one ever considered me to have."
Gwen washed them then, doing it a good bit faster than her body-buddy had been. They got clean, but that was all. She didn't speak when she was done, just walking out of the room as soon as she was dried and dressed, not thinking about what she had planned. That way it could be a little surprise for Kate. After a bit Gwen was dressed, but could use a hat, she decided, so got back to her room and headed to the wardrobe.
The magical and wonderful thing that held all her gear.
The door swung open smoothly. The hinges were made of copper, but hidden inside the nearly black colored wood. The outside had fine hand carved design on it, made to look like diamonds in different sizes. There was a rough patch inside, which probably showed it wasn't as high quality as a lot of things around the place, but she didn't mind that. Katherine took over then, and patted the spot on the back of the door on the right, which was about twice the size of her hand.
"This is a very old piece. I think my great aunt had owned it when she was a girl. I used to see it, up in the attic. You know, when I used to sneak away up there with Reggie? I do wonder what a Saint is." She made a noise, which seemed strange. It was different than the kind of things that Gwen was used to hearing from anyone. Then, as if she were going to select a new pair of shoes, she reached in and took out the copper colored crin that Gwen had been intending to kill herself with. "I... Don't truly know how to use this. I've seen you doing it, but haven't done it myself yet. I just need to squeeze the hand brace?"
That was what they called the spongy, rounded portion that acted like a trigger.
Gwen felt a trickle of fear then, since she was being possessed by a crazy woman holding what amounted to a gun. Then again, that had been her plan, and as long as she wasn't going after anyone else, there was
Kate giggled. At first it seemed like it was about what Gwen had been thinking, but then she spoke, explaining herself.
"Oh, I'm just teasing. I didn't even know their names until you came along. You're a better person than I am, that way. Learning the names of all the underlings, and help, like you do. It makes it seem like you almost think of them as people. Poor form, of course, for people in our circle, but it seems to be working for you, so far." More snoot infected the words.
It was enough that Gwen jerked control back, annoyed.
"How in the fuck did you manage to become such a self-centered cunt? The entire time I've been here I've wondered that. Ethyl and Robert are good people. Okay, rich, but other than that, they aren't bad at all. Your Uncle Thomas is a great guy, hard working and everything, and Cousin Reggie is practically a Saint. He let himself be publically tortured to show people what we've been doing to the Westmorlands. You're-" Well, she's already said what she thought there. It wasn't lost on the girl.
There was a hand going up, a single one, the palm flipping up, under the water.
"I'm a realist. That's all it is. People simply aren't created in an even fashion, and they don't all have the same privileges or skills that we do. That makes us better than they are. That's all it is. I'm smart. I know that you don't think so, but consider the idea for a moment; when I learned that the world was going to be taken over by the Elder Gods, I made certain to be on the winning side. If you hadn't come here, if we'd picked someone else to sacrifice from your world, or another, then I'd still be me right now, because I picked correctly. Even now, I'm still here . Stuck being hidden most of the time, and doing that dreadful running all the time, and fighting, but it took skill to make it happen. Discipline that no one ever considered me to have."
Gwen washed them then, doing it a good bit faster than her body-buddy had been. They got clean, but that was all. She didn't speak when she was done, just walking out of the room as soon as she was dried and dressed, not thinking about what she had planned. That way it could be a little surprise for Kate. After a bit Gwen was dressed, but could use a hat, she decided, so got back to her room and headed to the wardrobe.
The magical and wonderful thing that held all her gear.
The door swung open smoothly. The hinges were made of copper, but hidden inside the nearly black colored wood. The outside had fine hand carved design on it, made to look like diamonds in different sizes. There was a rough patch inside, which probably showed it wasn't as high quality as a lot of things around the place, but she didn't mind that. Katherine took over then, and patted the spot on the back of the door on the right, which was about twice the size of her hand.
"This is a very old piece. I think my great aunt had owned it when she was a girl. I used to see it, up in the attic. You know, when I used to sneak away up there with Reggie? I do wonder what a Saint is." She made a noise, which seemed strange. It was different than the kind of things that Gwen was used to hearing from anyone. Then, as if she were going to select a new pair of shoes, she reached in and took out the copper colored crin that Gwen had been intending to kill herself with. "I... Don't truly know how to use this. I've seen you doing it, but haven't done it myself yet. I just need to squeeze the hand brace?"
That was what they called the spongy, rounded portion that acted like a trigger.
Gwen felt a trickle of fear then, since she was being possessed by a crazy woman holding what amounted to a gun. Then again, that had been her plan, and as long as she wasn't going after anyone else, there was
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