#otherwise no way loop wouldn't be caught dead doing this

[starlightshore]

Tossing a siffrin plush into winifrid’s enclosure for them to “win against” as many times as they want to.

they've already won, no need to beat themselves up more

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

Flufftober Day 27. Afternoon Stroll

"Are you cold?"

"A little," Gerry reluctantly admitted. Another harsh blast of cold air hit him in the face, and he couldn't hold back another curse. Michael immediately began pulling on the end of his scarf, unwinding it from around his neck. "You didn't have to do that, love. I don't want you to freeze to death."

"What, and it's okay if you do?" Michael shot back incredulously, coming to a stop in the middle of the path. Rather than unwind his entire scarf, he kept a loop for himself and wound the rest around Gerry's neck, tucking the end beneath the edges of his jacket. The bright yarn clashed with the black leather and studs, but Gerry would rather die than protest his boyfriend's kind gesture. "Better?"

"Much," Gerry agreed with a wide grin, taking his hand again and resuming their walk. They had the sparsely wooded trail mostly to themselves, which he was perfectly happy with, but the reason for that was the chill and the harsh wind, which he'd rather do without. Michael's shared scarf helped keep the chill off of his lower face, and being tethered together by knit was warming his insides as well. Michael swung their hands as they walked, beaming beneath his half of the scarf, and Gerry found himself matching his grin, caught up in his infectious joy as always.

His grin died when he noticed another person walking towards them on the path. There was nothing outwardly remarkable about them, and yet an uneasy feeling was crawling up Gerry's spine, tingling in his tattoos. He felt a sudden mental lurch, as if he'd stood up too fast and made himself dizzy. Michael came to a dead halt, eyes suddenly sharp and focused on the approaching stranger, and Gerry didn't think it was because he was interested in the other person's scarf. 

The other person finally noticed them, and he also stopped in his tracks, staring at them in stunned surprise. His pale blue eyes were locked with Michael's, which were starting to glow above the colorful knit. The temperature around them dropped even more, the smell of ozone seeping through the scarf covering his face. Gerry pressed closer to Michael, tightening his grip on his hand. Whoever the other person was, he was just as touched by an Entity as they were, and that meant they could be dangerous. He didn't want to get in a fight on their lunch break, but he would if he had to.

Michael seemed to feel the same way. "Lovely day, isn't it?" he greeted cheerfully, but his tone had an edge to it that made Gerry shiver. "It would be a shame to ruin it, don't you think?"

"Right," the other man agreed, drawing out the word uncertainly. They seemed to have caught him off guard, otherwise Gerry was sure they'd already be in trouble as the wind tugged at their hair. Or maybe he was actually intimidated, since Michael was positively looming, putting his height to his advantage as his stare intensified. "I'll just‒" the other guy gestured vaguely, and suddenly was gone, falling upwards so fast Gerry immediately lost sight of him. Michael's head shot up, his eyes tracking something past the dark clouds. After a long moment he untensed, blowing out a heavy relieved breath.

"That sucked," he said expressively. His intimidating pose fell away as he slumped back into his normal posture, listing weakly towards Gerry. "I don't know how Gertrude does it, that was <i>terrifying</i>."

"You could have taken him," Gerry said, trying to sound supportive instead of shakey. His knees felt weak, and he clung to Michael's arm, unsure if he was simply shaken up by the Vast-aligned encounter, or from Michael's show of power. Michael released his hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him into his comforting hold.

"I was thinking about what I would have done if he had hurt you," he growled into his ear, his voice turning rough again. "I wouldn't have let him live."

"Fuck," Gerry breathed, shivering for an entirely different reason. His sweet lovely boyfriend sounded absolutely menacing, and he loved it. "Thanks, love."

Michael hummed, pressing his face to the top of Gerry's head. "We should go," he whispered. "Don't let go of me until we're in a building."

"I won't," Gerry promised, extracting himself from Michael's arms while still keeping hold of him. He already had a very vivid idea in his mind about how he could properly thank Michael for his defense, as soon as they were under cover.

[pochapal]

i know i wrote it off but on my evenings i've been watching a letsplay of the first two episodes of double exposure and now because i'm Like That i semi-genuinely constructed a theory for the game because i'm nothing if i can't solve video game mysteries for enrichment

anyway thots below (spoilers for those who care):

i think based on everything the whole of double exposure's some kind of timeloop. they're trying to distract with doppelgangers and timeline bleeding (the latter is true) but i think the safi murder is objectively as it seems: max kills her. a future max coming back from the very end of the story under safi's guidance because safi herself is secretly the mastermind of her own killing in what is maybe some kind of mega twist maybe.

anyway the way i think this works is that the whole game takes place in an altered timeline leading up to the loop instigated initially by max/safi from the secret third polaroid timeline. what happens is i think safi's murder spurs max into her old instincts which eventually culminates in max revealing her time powers to safi which inspires the latter to send max back to set this whole thing in motion except to fulfill her aims.

what i think that is seems to be based on everything is some kind of misguided revenge quest to do with maya okada. based on everything it seems highly likely that safi would have reason to blame the caledon faculty for her friend's death and seek to enact revenge. of course she wouldn't normally be able to ruin them without getting caught and/or arrested so it's not until the polaroid timeline where a max who has grown close to safi reveals that she used to have time powers as a teen and maybe still does but she just doesn't use them.

polaroid!safi who never let go of this grudge would therefore be very interested in time travel as a means of getting back at people she believes are responsible for her friend's death. she would obviously be inspired particularly by max mentioning that trying to undo chloe's death was the catalyst and therefore thinks something like: hey what if we both went back in time and killed past me while future us ruin gwen/lucas/etc. theoretically given that max was willing to turn a whole town to rubble for her previous bestie it's not impossible she'd be convinced, either out of some kind of manipulation OR as some kind of "this already happened" timeloop thing. kinda like a whole dark inverse of the chloe/rachel situation that sucks max in because of her guilt over failing to stop it the last time.

due to whatever reasons i'm guessing the following facts are true: the time travel murder works, but polaroid!max vanishes or otherwise can't be in the past. also for some reason, perhaps to do with a time travel x2 combob, the timelines start bleeding into each other (maybe polaroid!max could still rewind but something goes wrong and that's why present!max's power manifests as the timeline shifting). likely alive!world supplants polaroid!world in the order of operations. this also means that alive!world consists of two safis while dead!world contains zero safis.

we've not been actually allowed to spend time with safi in game really yet and the off screen stuff is on purpose because while we might end up suspecting alive!safi most of the crimes of sabotage are due to future!safi with some timeline knowledge using bleedpoints to her advantage. somewhere there is a drug dealing gwen. somewhere there is a timeline where lucas is abusive to his son. similarly there's a timeline where vinh doesn't care about abraxas and thus can't get into his own phone. etc etc. accidental and deliberate timeslips abound.

similarly but different to polaroid!world, alive!safi eventually grows aware of max's powers due to max's desire to stop/solve the murder, like polaroid!max and safi knew she'd do. all the while future!safi is very neatly behind the scenes ruining the lives of everyone she thinks wronged her. the confusion in the game will come from figuring out the two safis and figuring out who did what because alive!safi will presumably still be attempting the minor acts of revenge she already planned to do (gwen and lucas took action before the start of the game, likely due to safi's relentless harassment of them).

at some point alive!safi and max both independently learn of this; safi decides, as she would, that the plan is great and that it's in her best interest to fulfill the loop. max, meanwhile, encounters polaroid!safi who, for stable timeloop reasons/timeline hubris, ends up having her existence eaten away by belonging to a dead timeline erased twice over, grown irrelevant now that her past self can meet all the requirements for the timeloop just as easily. i guess maybe polaroid!safi will, in a moment of regret, ask max to stop herself from doing this - it'll probably come out that no, there really was nothing suspicious about maya's death, and safi destroyed so much genuinely for nothing.

final confrontation of the game is max and safi at the point where they're ready to go back to kill past!safi and start the loop over. the choice will be between going back alone and killing safi to stop everything from happening, or staying in the ruined alive!timeline to bring safi to justice that way, very much laterally echoing the arcadia bay choices. justice in a broken world vs fixing the world with blood on your hands - the needs of max vs the needs of everyone else etc.

i think if executed well it might be a kinda technically decent timeloop mystery but i also think deck9 lacks the narrative chops to actually make the characters compelling enough for this to land given that there are a trillion chloe/rachel/arcadia bay parallels in this story that you know they won't capitalize on because despite their best efforts they can't capture the heart of life is strange. anyway yeah this is my humble onion on what they may be very clumsily attempting in this Video Game lol

[lycanstark]

        HE GAVE A GLANCE OVER HIS SHOULDER. noting the aforementioned hat in it's resting place, before tilting his head a bit to the side. ❛ ─   i think i'll try my luck without it. ❜ he said simply, a faint smirk tugging at his lips while he moved to stand from the chair he'd been occupying. ❛ hopefully, the one dude simply got bored and went on about his day, otherwise... i'll likely have to disappear on you, at random, with zero warning. ❜ wouldn't have been the first time, though lucky, that was relatively easy to do ; especially in a crowd. once matt had started to make his way out of the office, the wolf hummed lowly, looking the man over ─ mostly out of curiousness than anything.

❛ ... very smooth councilor. ❜ he commented, reaching into his pocket absently to pull his phone out when he'd felt it start up a nonstop loop of vibrations. with one glance, he spotted tony's name lit up across the screen before pressing a button swiftly to stifle it, beryl hues flicking back up towards the brunet. ❛ ─   and here i thought you had a standing rule to not be caught dead with a stark in tow. ever. let alone invite one into your place? ❜

✞ ─ ❛ would be workin' if i had power. ❜ something about matt being an overt workaholic, to the extent of being unhealthy, but it kept his mind busy when he wasn't donning the suit. takes a moment to listen in on the other's heartbeat: calm, steady─ comforting. different from what he's used to, foggy's overly caffeinated rhythm. ❛ don't know. people-watch? play some darts? ❜ he'd only go to bars with other people, really. rare was the occasion that matthew went by himself. still, he could tell he'd struck a sore spot with the suggestion, so he didn't press the matter.

❛ i invited you on the premise of an equivalent exchange. food for a place to hide out─ i'd say the transaction's over with. ❜ reaching under the desk, matt pulled out his well-worn suitcase, packing his laptop inside before closing it. a moment passes, a lop-sided smirk given at the other's words─ definitely putting some images in the lawyer's head─ before he stood up again. ❛ no reason to stick around anymore, is there? plus, i need a shower─ bad. ❜ turns around, fingers gliding over the wall until he reached the window, closing it. ❛ you're free to join me, hide out at my apartment─ there's a hat on the coat rack─ that's the best i can offer in the form of a disguise. ❜ nonchalant as ever, though there was a clear desire for the other's accompaniment, though matt wouldn't put it in that many words.

[may85]

Summary: After getting away from Guarma, Arthur is ready to tell the reader how he really feels about her.

Requested by @writing-in-hell

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Game: Red Dead Redemption 2

Word Count: 1562

Warnings: None

Photo: Mine. Taken with my early version of Arthur.

His first visit left him reeling. Arthur had grown accustomed to helping women in need and he wasn't expecting to run into an independent such as her.

He was watching her as he casually rode his horse. Without so much as a peep, she'd taken down a nice size buck. Not a grimace in sight and she'd begun skin it… and when she finally caught wind of him, her bloodied hand was steadily aiming her pistol at him.

He held his arms out, “Didn't mean to intrude Ma'am,”

“Whatchu want?”

“Not a thing Miss, calm down,”

She squinted at him, giving him a stink eye that would put Miss Grimshaw’s to shame, “Ain't anybody ever tell ya not to tell a woman to calm down. That it just prolongs their anger?”

“No Ma'am. I do apologize,”

She sighed, holstering her gun, “Apology accepted. Mind helping me get this beauty back to my land? I'll share some meat with ya,”

Arthur nodded, smiling in kind.

He came to find out that her name was Y/N and the more he would visit her, the deeper his feelings would grow.

It was when he'd shown up on her doorstep bloody and damn near dead that he knew he had to tell her how he felt… but he never had the chance to do so that night.

Arthur had passed out from blood loss and when he woke, she was gone, leaving him a note saying that she had to run to town and would be gone for a few days.

After an internal fight with himself, he decided to leave. He wrote her a simple thank you, but knew that it wouldn't be enough.

°°°°°°

What felt like years, had actually only been two months… Two long, disastrous months of being on that damn island, Guarma. It was the longest he'd gone without seeing Y/N, but she was constantly on his mind.

With his beard neatly trimmed, hair freshly washed and some new clothes, Arthur passed the bakery Saint Denis.

“Cain't go empty handed,” he muttered.

After making his purchase of something sweet and fresh loaf of bread, he mounted his horse and made his way to Y/N's home.

Somewhere along the way, he found some gorgeous wildflowers. He picked them, remembering how she had said that those were her favorite. He had hoped that this would at least smooth over any hard feelings that she would have towards him.

Upon arriving to her home, he noted the pompous looking horse that was hitched at her porch.

Arthur could feel his gut bottom out as he thought that she'd found a suitor within the time he'd been gone.

It wasn't until he heard her shouting that he was pulled from his self pity.

“I said no, damnit! Now git!” she hollered, swinging open her door.

“Aww, come on now Darlin’, don't go gettin’ yer panties in a twist,” the man cooed.

“I ain't your Darlin’!”

Arthur's horse neighed, making Y/N whip her head around. He tipped his hat in silent greeting.

Her wide eyes narrowed, giving him her signature stink eye.

Oh yeah, he was gonna get it for sure.

He saw an idea from as her facial features relaxed.

“Arthur!” she breathed, taking off on a run to him.

He dismounted just in time, catching her body as she threw herself at him. Her hug was soft and tightening. He couldn't help but sink his nose into her neck to inhale her scent as he squeezed her waist.

“Arthur? Who the hell is Arthur!?” the man demanded as he came out onto the porch.

She pulled back, cupping Arthur's cheeks, “He's my husband,”

Arthur's eyes squinted at the man.

“We got a problem here, Sweetheart?” he asked, his tone low and threatening.

“Husband!? Since when!?”

“I don't think that's any of your business there, partner,”

Y/N hugged his neck again and whispered in his ear, “Please get rid of him,”

“It is my business,” the man barked.

Clearly, he was stupid.

Arthur pulled back from Y/N, his hands on her waist. Throwing her for a loop, he kissed her gently on the lips, “Go inside, Sweetheart,”

“Yer not really married! You ain't even got a damn ring!”

Arthur was growing more and more agitated. He wanted to get on with telling Y/N how he felt and this moron was ruining his chances.

He whipped out his pistol and cocked it as he aimed it at the man, “Yer a damn fool, boy! Now leave my woman alone or you'll find herself riddled with bullet holes,”

Y/N never did go inside, opting to stay with Arthur and hold onto his waist.

“This ain't over!”

A shot rang out, the mans hat flying off of his head.

“Yes. It is. Now got outta here,”

The man threw his hands up and backed away, clearly scared and hopefully getting the message.

Arthur sighed as he holstered his gun.

“Wha- hey now!” Arthur bunched his arms up, trying to block Y/N's swats. She wasn't hitting him hard enough to hurt him.

“You damn jerk!” she said.

“Y/N, damnit! Stop it woman!” he laughed. He figured he was gonna have his ass handed to him.

“Two goddamned months! Two! A-and then ya kiss me! What the hell Morgan!?” she finally stopped smacking him and began to pace.

“Y/N-” he had his hand out to touch, but stopped when she spun around to face him.

“I thought you were dead!” her eyes filled with tears.

It literally broke his heart.

“Aww hell… C'mere Honey,”

Without hesitation she placed her hand in his and he pulled her back into his embrace.

“I'm sorry, Y/N,” he said softly, “Truly,”

She sniffled, “Where were you? What happened?”

Arthur pulled back, his fingers running through her hair, “I-”

He watched a tear run down her cheek. He had to tell her and now was the time, “I love ya, woman. I wanted to tell ya- wanted to wait for ya to come back from town, but I- I'm a cow-”

Her hand over his mouth didn't let him finish his sentence.

She shook her head, “No, you're not. Don't even finish that sentence,”

He gave a slight nod and took her hand from his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he smelt something delicious coming from her cabin, “So, uh… whatcha got cookin’?”

Her laugh went straight to his heart.

“Is that all I'm good for? Cookin’?”

“Wellll,” he drew out, tilting his head to the side.

She swatted his arm, “C'mon jerk. Let me feed you and you can tell me all about where the hell you've been,”

Over dinner of pot roast with vegetables, which was his favorite, they kept mostly quiet. Afterwards, Y/N rose from her seat and took their dirty dishes to the sink and started the percolator for coffee.

Arthur watched her move about the small kitchen and had the urge to go to her once she was at the stove.

His rough hands slid down the dips of her waist and gripped her hips. He leaned down slightly, resting his mouth on her shoulder, just enjoying the feel and scent of her.

He felt her lips rest against his forehead causing him to close his eyes. This all felt so natural to him and he wished that it would never end, but he was scared how she would react to what he was about to tell her.

“I was stuck on island called Guarma,” his voice was thick with emotion.

“Guarma? How did you get there?” she asked, softly.

“Got stuck on a boat… running from the law,”

He felt her back stiffen and his heart drop.

“The shootout in Saint Denis… that was you?” she turned in his arms.

He couldn't look at her. He was so afraid that he'd see disgust written all over her face. He begrudgingly admitted to it, “Yeah… it was,”

He felt her warm, soft hands cup his cheeks as she tilted his face towards hers.

“The bank heist; that you too?”

Arthur swallowed, “I told ya- I'm a bad man, Sweetheart,”

He watched her eyes as they roamed his face. She was going to kick him out. He was sure of it.

“You're not a bad man to me,”

His brows furrowed.

“I know for a fact that you'd never hurt me. Hell, you protected me from that idjit earlier without even batting an eye. You're a good man, Arthur and you can't tell me otherwise,”

“But-”

She cut him off by pressing her lips to his. Arthur squeezed her hips, pulling her closer to him. Tilting his head to the side, he deepened the kiss and good God was it amazing.

When she pulled back for a breath, she licked her lips and blushed, “Wow,”

The corner of his mouth turned up, a soft chuckle shaking his chest.

Y/N bit her bottom lip and played with the collar of his shirt, “Ya know, I never answered you earlier,”

“Hmm?”

She stood on her tiptoes while sliding her hand to the back of his neck. Arthur's hands rested comfortably on her behind.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, her lips moving over his gently.

For once in his difficult life, Arthur felt like he was where he belonged.

[shimmerbeasts]

Jinx couldn't help but release a chuckle of unease as Briar erupted in a loud laughing fit. "What's so funny?", she asked uncertainly. Her sapphire-blue eyes were locked onto Briar's gaping maw, which quivered from laughter. White lines sketched themselves around the lips and fangs, exaggerating the smile. More white lines formed the words Ha, ha, ha over and over. They shook and shuddered around Briar's head in the rhythm of her laugh.

"She's laughing at you!"

Mylo grew out of Jinx's shadow. She could feel his waxen, white eyes stare down upon her. His presence was overbearing and suffocating. Fingers graced her shoulders and upper arms. Jinx caught herself hugging her own belly in self-comfort. Her eyes were narrow and she hissed over her shoulder:

"Shut up! She isn't laughing at me! She wouldn't do that."

Her gaze carried a sense of exasperation as she kept trying to get a read on Briar. The laughing fit had thrown her off so much that she, at first, did not even catch the wobbly stanza of the other woman and that she was trying to make her laugh as well. Jinx was far too focused on clawing Mylo's insistence out of her brain and quietening her visual and auditory hallucinations down.

Jinx was glad that Briar changed the topic of conversation and seemed so comfortable with taking the lead for now. It allowed her the space and time to gather herself while Briar prattled on and on about blood. "Let people talk", Silco had once told Jinx, "The more comfortable they are around you and the freer they talk, the more information you get, without them even realising it."

While Briar mostly spoke of nothing but blood, the information was not nearly as redundant as Jinx had feared. Briar could apparently sustain herself from the living, dead and the diseased. As long as the body had blood in it, it seemed to be fair game for her. Scavenger. The thought popped into Jinx's head. Briar was a scavenger with the powerful guts that naturally entailed.

Jinx followed Briar's circling with swift turns of her head. The unease of standing still was something, she could relate to. Normally, Jinx had a lot of pent-up energy and enjoyed prancing and shifting around, playing with her braids and swaying from side to side. However, that was Jinx when she was around people, she trusted and liked. As nice as she seemed, Briar was still a stranger, and Jinx had not yet fully decided what they would be towards one another.

"It wasn't my food", Jinx replied, "but it was my kills. You were doing me a favour, clearing away all those sick bodies. That way nobody else could get sick. I would have just burned them. And while I love an explosion and fire as much as the next gal, this" - she snapped her fingers and pointed at the empty spot where the corpses had been - "is much more efficient."

Now it was Jinx's turn to be puzzled, surprised and a bit confused. She called out: "Why would being a weapon be such a bad thing? From what you are telling me, it sounds more like those hemo-somethings failed in making you loyal to them and dedicated. They sound like they would be lousy with anyone's conditioning. You don't need to learn how to fight. You need to learn how to use your abilities in a directed and focused way. Those hemo-whatever clearly have no idea how to take care of a monster. Otherwise, they would have let you hunt properly."

As Briar revealed how she had escaped her cage because she had not been able to stand being in there, but also did not know what being a weapon fully entailed, Jinx stepped closer. She threw one of her braids over Briar's shoulder and let it loop softly around her throat, not caring for the pillar obstructing her. Jinx smirked a cunning grin, showing off her own feline dentures - sharp, pointy fangs, way more irregularly than Briar's shark teeth.

"Tell you what", Jinx said, "I may not know what those hemo-dummies tried to do and what weapon you were supposed to be, but I know a lot about what it's like to be a monster. And I know what it is like to be a Hound. That is almost like a monstrous weapon. But far more controlled than whatever the hemo-dummies did to you! And do you know what the best part is? You do not even need to hope for some reward! You are going to get fresh kills all the time. And you could be part of a proper pack. I am often hunting with other Hounds. We get to tear all those naysayers apart! We get to punish all those, who wanted to harm my Papa and his vision."

"Maybe Silco can help you too. He understands monsters so well. He always ensures we are properly fed and taken care of. I am sure, he could do the same for you. That way you would have a place to hunt and you could become a part of our pack. You would get to eat not just diseased and dead people. No, you would get to chase and gore and feast on living prey! You would be allowed to cause a lot of fright. If you can handle the conditioning of being made a Hound. I did it too - and it was gruesome! But I am also so happy to be one of Papa's Hounds and kill his enemies!"

At that she couldn't help but burst into a small fit of giggles, which quickly would explode into a louder laughter. Unable to really stop herself, Briar always saw it was so funny to see how people reacted to her hunger. These people must not know anything about where she came from if her new friend thought this was a lot! In fact, as she thought about feasts of the past, a noticeable loud rumbling would echo between them right from her stomach.

Briar was still hungry.

Yet this hunger wasn't nearly as intense as it was before, ignorable. No matter how much she consumed it would never truly be enough for her as her body burned through any nutrition it consumed within seconds of it reaching her stomach. Not dissimilar to trying to feed a volcano, burning away everything that is thrown into it with ease as if it never existed. Still it was all the more fun to see how people reacted! One of a kind of whatever she was and all.

Once she finally stopped laughing Briar would slowly stand up, wobbling her footing just for a bit of fun and purposefully comedic in hopes it might make her new friend laugh a bit as well. " I've eaten a whoooole lot more than that before. Fresh blood, cold blood, diseased, it adds a different flavor to it! I'll try it all and I haven't gotten to eat something that good in a while. Should hold me over for a few days at least. I like having fresh meat and blood too but there's no harm in a bit of variety when it can't hurt me. "

Stretching out her legs now, it seemed that Briar couldn't really sit still for too long. Now that she had been fed, she had far too much energy she wanted to use up. Knowing it was impolite to suddenly start running around when they were talking Briar did the next best option and moved around Jinx in her own way. Various stretches, tapping a foot and pressing it into the ground while flexing her toes to feel the texture of the ground, wiggling her fingers, something to keep herself moving and using a bit of that excess energy she has.

Tilting her whole body this time as she overly exaggerated her confusion Briar didn't quite understand. " Was this not your food? I wanted to thank you because it looked like yours and it's rude to just take food from other people. Well it's rude and I've done it before, but I didn't want to fight over it this time, so I wanted to ask and be thankful you let me have some of it! Or. . " Looking down at the now, nonexistent pile where the corpses had been, " All of it. "

" What am I? " That only confused her more and she looked lost for a moment. Her gaze turned unfocused as she tried to think and remember what she had been taught. " Well the guards would call me a freak, a monster, an abomination. . . . I think. I know I'm not human, humans are my prey. Everything is my prey. I don't know what a Vastaya is either so I don't think I'm one of them? " Scratching the top of her head Briar huffed and pursed her lips in a feeble attempt to pout out an explanation.

Though only after a few moments did she shrug with a smile and confidently claim. " All I know is I'm a weapon. That's what my creators said at least. I was made by the hemomancers in Noxus and they taught me how to fight. Let me eat a lot too, so many people and so much blood to drink! I don't know anything else than I'm a weapon and I'm Briar. Can't really say I know anything else about what I am and I'm still trying to find out who I am right now. "

Looking around, her eyes darted around as if she was looking for something hidden. Leaning close to Jinx she'd whisper, " It's also why I broke out of my cage. " Pulling back quickly she'd flop herself down onto the ground once more with a groan. " All the time it was 'uuuggghh' and 'eeeuurrrgggghhhss' about blood and food and while yeah that's great and all I wanted something. More? " Pulling her knees up to her chest, pointing her feet outward she'd let her head rest atop her bent legs. " I wanted to know who I was. I still do! And I'm kinda learning it, with the help of friends I make and food I eat. Some food is more nice than others, and some can even be friends, but no one has become part of my pack. I feel like I need to find some soon, it gets a bit lonely walking around alone everywhere. "