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[occulthymns]

[When the recording starts the bracelet's camera is focused on some kind of aquarium. It isn't completely filled with water and it has quite a few rocks and logs, some of which stick out above the water. On first glance the tank looks empty, but if one looks close they can see a little red claw crab sitting under a log inside.]

Does anyone know what kinds of things crabs do for fun? I'm keeping an eye on this guy for someone else, and I know I've got his food and home down but it looks kind of boring in there. Especially since he's all alone! Do they even make toys for crabs? He looks like he might break stuff with those claws....

Oh! And what kind of information do I need to give out to get a licence? I've never gotten one of these things before, so I'm not sure if I need to bring something or... what, really.

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[samantha_grey]

[She'd actually be envious if she understood why this was so confusing to Euri, honestly.]

Sometimes. Most days I'm just me. The blood doesn't boil that often, so I can pretty much just act normally around here. It's only happened once since I got here. The difference is easy to tell.

Would you say I'm kind of a surly, hard to get along with, hard to talk to bitch who 'might' have the occasional friendly moment?

[Yes, she was aware of this fact folks. She did it on purpose.]

[occulthymns]

I don't know. We've only talked a few times, I don't have a real opinion yet. Anyway, tell me what you're talking about already! Demons don't act psycho!

[samantha_grey]

Maybe not in your world, but they can in mine. They're creatures of vice and depravity. They can control themselves just fine, but they always pretty much lean to whatever vice they're tied to. Half demons aren't meant to control themselves right, and they have a lot more trouble. Some, it's physical. Me? I go nuts every once in a while. Turn into a twisted, depraved bitch.

[occulthymns]

[... Huh.]

They don't sound like demons at all.

[samantha_grey]

I don't know about your world that much, but they're fallen angels in mine. Corrupted by their vices, they rebelled and waged war against heaven, that or ended up working for the other side or being created by it. It's all horribly complicated, really.

[occulthymns]

[Oh, fallen angels. Cheriour told her about those - so did Castiel, come to think of it. She had come to the conclusion that they were bloodthirsty and capable of possessing people and therefore inferior to the demons she was familiar with.]

Oh, that whole shitty heaven and hell situation. My world doesn't have any of that - it's much better.

[samantha_grey]

[The eye rolling is audible in her response.]

Yeah, I'd gathered your world was different by now. Your demons aren't like ours apparently. Ours are psychos, and when my demon half is in charge, I'm an out of control psycho. Make sense?

[occulthymns]

Yeah.~ I'm not used to hearing 'demonic' being used for bad things.

[samantha_grey]

Whereas I'm really not used to hearing it being associated with anything but bad things, so let's just assume it's a difference of worlds and leave it at that. Does that explain the whole 'going crazy' a little better though?

[occulthymns]

Yes, but if you're crazy isn't it kind of irresponsible to be working with plants? Some of them can be dangerous if you have a malicious mindset.

[samantha_grey]

That side of me would find brewing a potion not only incredibly boring but tedious and needlessly time consuming. There's little to worry about there.

[occulthymns]

I wasn't aware 'crazy' also meant 'predictable'.

[samantha_grey]

Depends on the crazy. I know that side of me pretty well. She's never monkeyed with potions. Impulsive behavior doesn't lend itself to long-winded, careful alchemical reactions.

[occulthymns]

That doesn't stop you from using dangerous stuff that's already been made, or things that don't need to be altered in the first place.

[samantha_grey]

That's always a problem. The stuff's around even if I'm not working with it. She can and will use whatever's at her disposal. Only logical way to deal with making sure she doesn't have anything to abuse is to nuke this place from orbit.

And I'm fresh out of Plutonium.

[occulthymns]

I don't know what that means, but if you need to get a licence to get dangerous plants then it obviously isn't just lying around for you to grab whenever you want.

[samantha_grey]

Not lying around, nope, but you think she's not resourceful enough to find it, license or no? The only way you're going to keep dangerous things out of my hands when I go crazy is either to tie me up and not listen when I call you kinky, or destroy everything I could use, and by that I mean destroy everything. Vaporize it.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter what I do. She'll find something to abuse.

[occulthymns]

[This is just screaming irresponsibility to her.]

So you're not only crazy, but egotistical and selfish too? I've been here since the beginning, and I can only think of one time when magical plants were in Asgard.

[samantha_grey]

... piss off Euri. You think I haven't tried to find some solution to the problem over the last few years? Besides, there's a remote chance I might actually find something if I can work with the warding plants they use here.

[In truth, she was actually very nervous of trying to do that. The last time she'd tried to control her baser urges through medication hadn't gone well. That'd been how the Juny incident happened, and she had no interest in reliving it. However, those had been mundane chemicals. Maybe magical herbs would offer options.]

[occulthymns]

Even if there is that's no excuse to be exposing yourself to dangerous plants when you're a danger yourself! Haven't you ever heard of personal responsibility? [One of the bases of Witch society, so it's something she considers important.]

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, and I address it differently than you. [She reaches over for the chair in her room and brings it into view of the camera.]

See this chair? This chair is dangerous, and I don't mean in the generic 'oh I guess it could be used...' sort of way. I can tell you twenty different things that you can do with this chair that would turn your skin a paler shade of white than it already is. My kitchenette? It has bladed weapons all through them. We call them cooking utensils, and I call them torture implements. My spice rack? I know things you can do with Cinammon that could have a person gagging for a week and a half.

The only responsible thing I could do would be to kill myself, but that doesn't work on this rock anymore than it would have back home, so one day I decided to go about my business and figure out a way to deal with this shit, because I don't need magical plants to fuck someone's life up. My own two god-damned hands are just fine at that, thank you very much!

[She actually collapses at this point, head in her hands.]

Just shut up.

[occulthymns]

[Euri isn't impressed. When you come from a society in which every single member has the potential to boil someone from the inside out with their own blood or crush bone without removing it or otherwise permanently maim it's hard to be phased by talk of torture.]

All the more reason for you to be responsible, but I guess you aren't interested in that. [She's shutting the feed off, now.]