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kore_logs2013-06-02 02:33 pm
violenthearted) wrote in kore_logs2013-06-02 02:33 pm
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blessed are the landmines, stretched across the desert floor
Who: Erik Lehnsherr and Meyer Lansky
What: Just two dudes down the pub, except the pub is abandoned and there are no quizzes :(
Where: Kore's bar (SORRY LOGAN)
When: Day 77, Evening
Warning: 's these two. There will be swearing and the subject matter will inevitably get dark.
Erik does not really do "friends." With the exception of Charles he'd argue he still doesn't; the young mutants they'd collected had worked their way under his skin, but only so close to his heart. They were adolescents by and large, and he didn't understand them even they stopped being children and became soldiers.
So another man might say he's having a drink with a friend. Erik's perspective, astonishing no one, is different. Meyer is human, Erik will never really trust him, and frankly he'd think Meyer a fool if he were to extend the same to Erik.
That's the crux of it though, he doesn't think Meyer is a fool. Nor does he think he's many other of the vicious and ignorant qualities Erik often subscribes to humanity as a whole. Maybe they're not friends, but Erik understands the way Meyer sees the world, and he admires something in that tenacity. To have been born to nothing but refuse to accept. To understand that those who have fought for what they have understand its value.
He can certainly raise a glass to that, of whatever horrifying alcohol the bar has left. As such he is, at this moment, behind the bar itself, playing tender because it amuses him. Upon locating a bottle of something that appears to contain multiple snakes floating in a suspicious yellow liquid, he turns round and rests his elbows on the bar.
"Advertised to cure everything from farsightedness to hair loss," he grins. "Do we dare?"
No, and put that down immediately, please.
What: Just two dudes down the pub, except the pub is abandoned and there are no quizzes :(
Where: Kore's bar (SORRY LOGAN)
When: Day 77, Evening
Warning: 's these two. There will be swearing and the subject matter will inevitably get dark.
Erik does not really do "friends." With the exception of Charles he'd argue he still doesn't; the young mutants they'd collected had worked their way under his skin, but only so close to his heart. They were adolescents by and large, and he didn't understand them even they stopped being children and became soldiers.
So another man might say he's having a drink with a friend. Erik's perspective, astonishing no one, is different. Meyer is human, Erik will never really trust him, and frankly he'd think Meyer a fool if he were to extend the same to Erik.
That's the crux of it though, he doesn't think Meyer is a fool. Nor does he think he's many other of the vicious and ignorant qualities Erik often subscribes to humanity as a whole. Maybe they're not friends, but Erik understands the way Meyer sees the world, and he admires something in that tenacity. To have been born to nothing but refuse to accept. To understand that those who have fought for what they have understand its value.
He can certainly raise a glass to that, of whatever horrifying alcohol the bar has left. As such he is, at this moment, behind the bar itself, playing tender because it amuses him. Upon locating a bottle of something that appears to contain multiple snakes floating in a suspicious yellow liquid, he turns round and rests his elbows on the bar.
"Advertised to cure everything from farsightedness to hair loss," he grins. "Do we dare?"
No, and put that down immediately, please.