[Any way is fine, and as far as Chester is concerned any of them will look fine on him. He's a cute guy, and he does look pretty cool in the wrapped hands and boxing gloves.]
I don't always fight in wolf form. Sometimes you just need to defend yourself. You know, in case you get stuck in a bar brawl or something, you know? Or you're in a public place and can't just wolf out.
( He's just gonna spend some time fiddling with it and pretending like he isn't trying to strategize the best way to put it on without looking like a total dork. Don't mind him, nothing to see here. )
That makes sense. I guess you're from one of those worlds where there's a huge stigma around it, or it's super hush-hush or something?
[He lets Jack fiddle with the handkerchief, not looking at him on purpose because he's obviously still self-conscious. Knowing how to fight will help with that, Ches knows it's good for the self-esteem to be able to defend yourself with some skill.]
The humans found out about supernatural beings about, oh, a decade or so ago. They don't like us much. Scared, you know? I guess I don't blame them, really, even though they pose way more of a threat to us than we do to them.
( He ultimately winds up folding the thing into a vaguely rectangular shape and tying it around his hairline — something he'll have to scope in the mirror later to retroactively assess. Time to table that concern for the moment and focus on werewolves. )
Yeah, that's... that's not really surprising. Humanity kind of sucks. Racial prejudice is pretty much guaranteed in any universe.
( A beat. )
Or is it species prejudice? Species-ist? Is that what it's called?
[Ches grins at Jack, gives him a little thumbs up. The topic at hand is a little more sobering, though, and Ches sighs a deep sigh.]
Yeah, it really wasn't surprising when it happened. And I'd say species prejudice more than race, yeah. A lot of werewolves still consider themselves human, but I don't.
[A shrug.]
People are afraid of what they don't understand, especially when it's more powerful than they are. And the fear makes them angry.
( Ches gives him a thumbs up, and thus it is officially decreed: Jack likes Ches. He did already anyway, mostly, but he'll file the paperwork on it with the Liking People department now. )
You're not wrong.
( He agrees, slowly hobbling his way over toward a bench to lower himself down onto. Hobbling not because of his leg, for once, but because he's tuckered himself out doing all this Moving His Body stuff. Crazy that some people just do that all the time for fun. )
Fortunately, I have the advantage of not understanding anything that happens to me almost ever. I'm pretty desensitized to it.
[That is a feeling that's pretty mutual. It doesn't take Ches very long to decide whether he likes a person or not, and he'd pretty much decided he liked Jack during their first conversation on the network. In person, his opinion hadn't changed at all.]
You know, I don't understand half the shit that happens to me either. There's a hell of a lot of supernaturals that I'd never really learned about that've cropped up where I live lately. It's a lot of not knowing the rules and having to follow them anyhow unless I want to be, I dunno, screamed at by a banshee until my ears bleed or something.
I honestly don't know the names of... ninety percent of the things that come through my gas station. You just kind of learn to embrace it. Not necessarily the banshee thing, I bet being a werewolf makes hearing that way worse.
( A beat. )
Wait, is that- that's probably stereotyping or something. I shouldn't assume.
I never know what they are until it's too late, usually. Thankfully none of the encounters have been as bad as it sounds like yours were. Most of our nightmares were with these creatures called Wraiths that had no smell and were...well, really tough. Or this hive of disgusting...things...we found in the woods that had acid blood.
[A shrug, and then a laugh when Jack says it's probably an assuming stereotype to think being a werewolf would make hearing a banshee scream worse.]
Not really a stereotype, just the truth. My hearing is more sensitive than a human's, same with smell, and I can see better at night. That kind of thing. There's a little extra strength and stamina and speed that goes along with it too.
( He wrinkles his nose at acid blood. Sounds awful, no thank you. He has a hard enough time keeping his clothes from falling apart. That sounds like a potentially leg-ruining issue and he's not about that life.
He is relieved he wasn't just a racist asshole himself. )
Oh, wow. That's cool. ( Don't ask how much- ) How much can you lift? I mean, not in pounds because I'll be honest, I have absolutely no real tangible concept of like... weight when it comes to body building or whatever, but are we talking bench-press a grown man, or bench-press a truck?
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[Any way is fine, and as far as Chester is concerned any of them will look fine on him. He's a cute guy, and he does look pretty cool in the wrapped hands and boxing gloves.]
I don't always fight in wolf form. Sometimes you just need to defend yourself. You know, in case you get stuck in a bar brawl or something, you know? Or you're in a public place and can't just wolf out.
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That makes sense. I guess you're from one of those worlds where there's a huge stigma around it, or it's super hush-hush or something?
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[He lets Jack fiddle with the handkerchief, not looking at him on purpose because he's obviously still self-conscious. Knowing how to fight will help with that, Ches knows it's good for the self-esteem to be able to defend yourself with some skill.]
The humans found out about supernatural beings about, oh, a decade or so ago. They don't like us much. Scared, you know? I guess I don't blame them, really, even though they pose way more of a threat to us than we do to them.
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Yeah, that's... that's not really surprising. Humanity kind of sucks. Racial prejudice is pretty much guaranteed in any universe.
( A beat. )
Or is it species prejudice? Species-ist? Is that what it's called?
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[Ches grins at Jack, gives him a little thumbs up. The topic at hand is a little more sobering, though, and Ches sighs a deep sigh.]
Yeah, it really wasn't surprising when it happened. And I'd say species prejudice more than race, yeah. A lot of werewolves still consider themselves human, but I don't.
[A shrug.]
People are afraid of what they don't understand, especially when it's more powerful than they are. And the fear makes them angry.
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You're not wrong.
( He agrees, slowly hobbling his way over toward a bench to lower himself down onto. Hobbling not because of his leg, for once, but because he's tuckered himself out doing all this Moving His Body stuff. Crazy that some people just do that all the time for fun. )
Fortunately, I have the advantage of not understanding anything that happens to me almost ever. I'm pretty desensitized to it.
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You know, I don't understand half the shit that happens to me either. There's a hell of a lot of supernaturals that I'd never really learned about that've cropped up where I live lately. It's a lot of not knowing the rules and having to follow them anyhow unless I want to be, I dunno, screamed at by a banshee until my ears bleed or something.
[A little laugh.]
That was a thing that actually happened to me.
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( He agrees with a soft laugh. )
I honestly don't know the names of... ninety percent of the things that come through my gas station. You just kind of learn to embrace it. Not necessarily the banshee thing, I bet being a werewolf makes hearing that way worse.
( A beat. )
Wait, is that- that's probably stereotyping or something. I shouldn't assume.
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[A shrug, and then a laugh when Jack says it's probably an assuming stereotype to think being a werewolf would make hearing a banshee scream worse.]
Not really a stereotype, just the truth. My hearing is more sensitive than a human's, same with smell, and I can see better at night. That kind of thing. There's a little extra strength and stamina and speed that goes along with it too.
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He is relieved he wasn't just a racist asshole himself. )
Oh, wow. That's cool. ( Don't ask how much- ) How much can you lift? I mean, not in pounds because I'll be honest, I have absolutely no real tangible concept of like... weight when it comes to body building or whatever, but are we talking bench-press a grown man, or bench-press a truck?