IC Inbox III

[ukan]

This is Lark, leave a message.

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[ukan]

Lawyer. Werewolf. Most people are liars when they really want something and aren't getting it.

[citizendetective]

I think you're probably just reading me wrong, Lark.

[ukan]

Maybe. I do tend to think people have motivations that they don't.

But there are things you aren't telling me, and it's not helping your case.

[citizendetective]

Ask a direct question, then.

[She says, crossing her arms.]

Point-blank! I'll answer.

[ukan]

Tell me why you're so interested in medicine, and you've already told me it's because you worked--unethically--with it before. Tell me why you want to do it here, but dig deep. We have healers, we have doctors. Why would they need you?

[citizendetective]

I'm interested because I like to help people. They'd need me because they... might need more help? There are a lot of attacks here, Lark.

[But, okay; he's said dig deep. She can do that. Taking a breath, she stops walking again, and continues.]

I really like helping people. It just feels like... the role in life that suits me the best. I like being of use.

[ukan]

Good. I like that. And I hope you can find some satisfaction in helping people another way, with me. It's important, too, it just doesn't involve as much blood.

[citizendetective]

But it's less important. I mean, the stakes are lower.

[ukan]

You don't enjoy having rights? Having someone help you when you fuck up, when everyone else turns on you?

[citizendetective]

Oh, I mean-- I wasn't discounting your plan. I like your plan! I want to help with that. I was just thinking of when people are like "But custodial is helping, too!"

[ukan]

Well, they are. I'll take a blacklight and some Luminol down the hallways and show you, sometime.

But no, I want you on my team.

[citizendetective]

There's different kinds of important, Lark! And I do want to be on your team, not the custodial team.

-- Is there really that much blood that gets left behind after murders? That's really unsanitary.

[ukan]

Mm-hmm. And the smell never really goes away.

[citizendetective]

I've never noticed it...

[ukan]

I'm a werewolf. Smelling years old blood is my real curse.

[citizendetective]

[She stops dead, looking at him with clear interest.]

Seriously?

How did I not know this?

[ukan]

You didn't? I assumed everyone did. I'm the dog you see on the deck sometimes--the one with the red tennis ball.

[citizendetective]

No, I didn't, but I've totally seen you! Wow.

[ukan]

If you have a decent arm, I'm always looking for someone to throw it for me.

[citizendetective]

I have decent aim, but no tolerance for dog slobber...

[She shoots him a little grin, then starts to walk again.]

Can you transform anytime you want?

[ukan]

Neither does my husband. He has a plastic ball thrower.

I can change whenever I want, and the full moon does nothing to me. I don't drink alcohol because- well one, I'm an alcoholic, but two, if I get drunk I change against my will and no one needs a drunk wolf running wild.

[citizendetective]

Geez, the Barge must be hard for you. Everyone is always wanting to get drinks.

[ukan]

Sometimes I enjoy the challenge, resisting the temptation. Other times... [a small, 'what can you do' shrug]