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the marquis de Carabas ([personal profile] mattersverymuch) wrote2013-08-02 12:18 pm

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spam } victor creed

[There isn't any point in waiting. The marquis wants to start this now. In part because he trusts Iris's judgment, in part because she's right, he's bored, in part because he'd like to see if he can warp a monster into a different kind of monster even in this place with all of its bizarre checks and balances.]

[He follows Victor starting shortly after lunch, watching his path out of the cafeteria carefully. He knows Victor's habits; he knows most people's. And while he starts out following at a distance, he gradually decreases subtlety until he is abruptly waiting for Victor by the door to the CES. Just watching.]


private/video } dean winchester

[The decision is made abruptly. Succinctly. Like a light turning on, or off, or the breaking of a bone.]

[He sits on a flat stone step in his room, or what passes as his room; he sits on it like it's a throne, and he smiles for the camera.]


Have you ever heard the story of Puss in Boots?
surfaceshine: (I Doubt That)

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-08-09 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean doesn't always know exactly what it is he's looking at, but he hasn't always had to in order to be sure of it anyway; be sure that it'll show itself eventually, be sure that it's what he thinks it is, be sure that he can still depend on it for better or for worse. He can bide his time, wait to be as sure of the shape of it as he is the existence of it.

Dean sees the consideration and he waits, uncharacteristically patient, and snorts when he hears the lie that comes out next. It's almost an insult, and the look he gives the Marquis says as much as plainly as any words.

The hunter is not the type to do things without warning. The problem is, the warning never makes a difference.
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Then what is this conversation? Why are you here? [The Barge. An inmate.

Why doesn't he feel safe enough in his own body and his own mind to get some sleep.
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-08-14 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean dismisses the last part as posturing, or maybe testing an idea to see if it flies as well outside in the air as it does inside one's head. He remembers speaking with de Carabas about London Below, and the sharp, paper-cut wounds it left in both of them: tiny, painful, easily healed. He doesn't forget as much as he pretends to.

There's too much here that Dean doesn't know, and he's aware of that. It doesn't always stop him from pressing forward anyway but now he's almost cautious, taking a step only when he's certain of it. He only has the story the Marquis has told him, and it is a story of creation - it's a story about the past.

The distant past. The Marquis has been the Marquis too long for it to be fresh, and even Dean knows that. So he works with what he's been told, and what he hasn't been.

The hunter asks again:
] What is this conversation?
surfaceshine: (He Ain't Heavy)

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-08-20 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
I think you miss home.

[Dean doesn't even have to think about it, and he doesn't hesitate to answer, either. He could be even more specific, he thinks, but not yet. Dean hasn't had a home for a long time now, not one that most recognize as such, but he recognizes the look, recognizes the gritted teeth of missing someone as well and being unwilling to admit it. The Marquis, Dean thinks not for the first time, wants people to think he's a loner, but he's not. All of his power, which he undoubtedly loves, resides in the manipulation of people; it should make Dean wary of him at the least, disgust him at the worst. But he's never really minded the Marquis, not like he should for that sort of motivation.

And besides, they've talked about it. In feints and bluffs and through the teeth of a liar's smile, and the Marquis has given him more than enough hints. The conversation outside Dean's door the day he left, the uncontrolled, last ditch punch Dean hadn't expected until it happened, hadn't known what it meant at the time. Not even, really, the extent of it until he was handed a few more pieces. It might have been lazy on his part, but while Dean's methods are clever, he's no pick pocket in this regard. He couldn't have stolen these tidbits without losing his hand in the process.

And then there's that other thing, which he has also known for quite some time, though he only just now realizes it.
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You want someone else to know.

And you're testing me. Again.
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-08-26 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean pauses to consider this. It's not a state that he is comfortable in, it doesn't sit well on him, being stationary and thoughtful. He's a creature of instinct and reaction, of movement and sound and violence. Other people think. Dean does.

The hunter hedges, quirking a small, cool smirk and cracking a self-deprecating joke of the variety he's used to build the person most others are familiar with and fooled by.
] Damn. I hope it's open note, and even then, I'm the worst test taker in history. All nerves.

[But it's just hedging. He's sifting through the information, wishing - not for the first or last time - that Sam was here with his giant brain and his freakish memory for random details no one cares about, though Dean does pretty well for himself in this regard. The hunter slowly sits back, rolling the pencil between his fingers, predator's gaze steady above the polished, crooked smile.]

So. You're the fairytale boy, is what you want me to believe. Created out of the imaginations of others at your direction.

The ultimate trick: make someone who existed disappear, and someone who never existed become real. That it?

[That is not, he knows, it. But the Marquis isn't the only one always testing.]
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-09-04 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh good. Now Dad won't be pissed at me for bringing home an F.

[But there's genuine satisfaction in it, though he doesn't take an obscene amount of pride in his ability to reason like Sam would, or the Marquis. He still respects a job well done and takes pleasure in being the one to do it, whatever it is; and he's proud of his friend, though the Marquis won't thank him for that, doesn't need it. It's still true.

Dean's gaze follow the cast of the Marquis' black eyes, ticking sideways, ticking back in perfect unison. He raises an eyebrow and, lazily wagging the pencil up and down in his hand until it appears to the trickable eye to be made of rubber, snorts.
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Sure it is. Not mine, specifically, but someone's.

If there were no one but you to convince, you could be whatever you want. Anyone could. I could say I'm a rockstar and all I'd have to do is convince myself and it's true.

That's the trick. Belief. Only other people can make something true of ourselves that isn't.

[Normally, this would be well outside of Dean's domain, too close to philosophical when he is anything but. The trouble is he's seen it in himself. He knows he's not a good, or a strong, or a bright person. But others believe it of him, and so sometimes, he can be more than he is.]
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-09-20 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[And this is where they differ; this is the part of the Marquis that makes Dean wary, as he has no doubt was the intent. Every people needs a trickster and every people needs a guardian, and the Marquis is one and Dean is the other, and while they may not always be exactly at odds they are decidedly never on the same side. Dean knows that. He's safe as long as he doesn't forget that.

He wags the pencil back and forth a couple more times, then drops it into his lap. The hunter sits forward with casual, lazy ease until he's bracing his elbows on his knees, intent on the communicator sitting square on his desk, lips curved but not smiling, eyes bright but not amused.
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But is it a funny one?
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-09-28 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[This, too, is the difference: the Marquis would be the last one standing at the end of the world, and consider himself the victor. Dean found himself the last one standing of his family and refused to accept it as reality. That isn't security for Dean. Carrying on another day at all costs is not safety. His eyes search the Marquis's through the smokescreen of the network, two predators caught on opposite sides of a viewing glass.]

I certainly don't agree. But then, I know the story isn't over.
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-10-02 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean doesn't move for several seconds, watching, clever eyes missing nothing. He never does, when he's paying attention, and the Marquis has it all for now. At last Dean smiles, satisfied with whatever he's seen, and sits back. A few moments later he's leaning back, kicking his boots up onto the corner beside the communicator, relaxing bonelessly into his chair.

The smile spreads to a grin, a low chuckle.
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No. No they don't. But that's the point too, isn't it?

Are we done with this metaphor yet?
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-10-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean will always argue. It's how he shows affection, how he makes his stand, and it's one of the first things anyone notices about him. It masks how quickly he comes to care about people, how willing he is to intervene on their behalf, even with themselves.

It lets him drive away when it's over. Now he rolls his eyes at his friend - his
friend - and taps the communicator with his foot in lieu of slapping the man's shoulder or elbowing his side.]

You eaten lunch yet?
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-10-23 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[It's okay. Dean doesn't need affection and he is virtually impossible to intrude upon. He rolls with whatever gets thrown his way and always has. He purses his lips outward, considering while pulling the face, then nods as he puts his foot back down so he can lean forward again.]

I always am. [So really, whenever. He reaches to pick up the communicator, rolling his eyes.]

Your face is an allegory. [Which would be a childish comeback, except the quick flash of teeth that punctuates it.]

Enjoy your castle.