A Matter of Character
24nd of November 2006 A.D
There are a lot of reasons why Daniel should not get mixed up in the unseen world, enough to write a litany or a whole rap song about: it would be putting himself in danger, it would be putting others in danger, he's too young, he hasn't thought about it enough. All have the solid weight of truth to them and all the air of hypocrisy. He's sixteen, you are eighteen, he wants to impress his girlfriend, you have a crush on someone more than two decades your senior and, being honest with yourself, if you thought riding out and slaying proverbial dragons would impress him you would look into the rules for dragon slaying. Are all your brother's reasons good? No. Most of them? Yeah.
As you catch up with him at the bus-stop, helping an old lady get her bags on board it is hard to miss the thing you've known all your life, Daniel is a good guy. He had gotten more than his looks from dad and he had gotten more than his singing voice and his tolerance for spicy foods from mom that's for sure. Willful, sure that was a nice word for it, he like the rest of you did not lack for... willpower so sure you might be able to sway him from his path for a while, but changing his mind, that would be a taller ask even if you were minded to. And you are not... mostly not at least.
"Hey Usum, feel free to advise," you think at him as Black Rider slows to a stop.
"Mortal lives are fleeting things, better that they be spent on grand endeavors, even should they fail than petty actions soon forgotten," the demon replies.
Not a helpful thought, not in the least.
"I know, that is why I did not volunteer the thought," the demon replies with a softness to his tone. Sympathy maybe?
"Hey Dani-boy, get in," you call.
"I told you not to call me that," he whispers crankily. Looks like you've still got it.
"When you were in first grade," you nod in sage agreement. "Not your cleverest moment, it just made me use it for two more years."
He rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitch. The expression changes to confusion when he spots the stacks of books on the other side of the back seat: sourcebooks for D&D, Call of Cthulhu, Mutants and Masterminds as well as a bunch of comic books, DC and Marvel for the most part, but there are a few of the Sandman ones in there. "What's all this?"
"Oh," you make an obvious show of superposed forgetfulness. "Silly me I forgot to give you this." You hand him a blank sheet of paper and a pan. "
Now we can start making your character sheet."
"That is ridiculous..." he starts, but you cut him off, allowing just a little of the frustration you felt when you found out about certain not-quite plans to bleed though:
"No what is
ridiculous is you contemplating going on a quest into the depths of the Spirit Realm like you are some iron age tribal chief's least favored kid. If you are going to do this, if you are going to get involved in the big dark world out there you have to use everything to hand, you have to cheat, because you can bet your life all the monsters are cheating. In fact that is
exactly what you would be doing."
To tell the truth if he had fired back some quip you might have turned the conversation and the car right around and explained some stuff to mom and dad, but he does not. Instead he goes quiet, creasing the edges of the paper. "I can't do as much as you can, as much as Lydia can or dad... well that is stupid to even compare myself isn't it, but I can do more than most people. Most people do not even know what's out there until it's too late. More than enough furrows for even the likes of me to till."
"You know it's not furrows you're going to be putting in the ground if you do this, it's bodies. A lot of those bodies are going to look like people, heck most of them are going to
be people, bad people sure, but you are still going to have to live with it. I have a demon in my head handing out advice, Lydia has a close personal relationship with death. We are not...
ordinary." The mark on your brow glows like poisoned embers.
He just looks at you for a moment, head tipped to the side. "Have I been an asshole?"
It takes a moment to underhand what he means, to read the guilt on his face, wondering if he had missed the signs and failed to be there for you.
"I'm fine, not just saying that," you assure your brother. "It's been rough the last few weeks, but not because of that. If anything it is about leaving someone alive but that is beside the point now."
"Sure," he says dubiously, but knows you enough not to push.
"If you still want to try this I do have a better idea that charging off into the spirit world on a half-baked quest. Come the holidays you can visit my place, my world. It has magic, tools you won't be able to find anywhere else. Instructors in arts martial and magical. If you find something that works for you we can take it from there. Sounds fair?"
"Fair," he nods firmly, then glances back at the pile of books. "Can I keep this stuff?"
If the laughter you burst into has more to do with relief than humor it's not like anyone would notice.
What do you want to do next?
[] Negotiate fealty with Porter
[] Catch up with Lydia
[] Write in
OOC: Molly did not need nearly as many successes as she got for this talk since she was already giving Daniel what he wants so the rest of it went to some sibling bonding instead.