Hi. That is a title.
Mhm yep. Sure is.
I don’t know what to put in the intro. Here. So…
My skits- oh geez. Perhaps too intense? Too *gestures vaguely*? Yeah probably.
This skit story is basically me dumping out lots of thoughts I have about my characters and story concepts. Mature and heavy themes. Yeah.
Well, things need to chill, so this part will just have a warning for strong language.
Is this post’s skit a call-out post for me? Possibly. Does it actually count as breaking the fourth wall? Maybe.
I don’t know.
Let’s see how another character is doing. Let’s see what he’s up to. :)
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[Time: Late afternoon or early evening. Location: The end of a hallway in what looks like a business plaza or something like that. I don’t know. Ryen is talking with a woman around his age. They’re in the middle of a conversation. She has dyed red hair and part of her head is shaved. She looks cool. Unfortunately, I haven’t developed her character much, and I don’t know her name yet. I’ll call her Red here. Just go with it.]
Ryen: Gosh, you don’t know how much of a relief it is to have them back from their trip. You don’t know how unproductive things have been until you remember how productive things used to be. Until you remember how productive everything can be. It’s like a weight has lifted off my shoulders now that they’re back.
Red: Remember you can’t do everything and neither can they. All of you deserve rest and a good break.
Ryen: Yeah, I know. They work unusual hours because of the skills they do. It’s just relieving to have people I can rely on. *stretches arms, leans against the wall* Like you. You don’t know how much talking with you has prevented my mental health from falling apart. Well, at least it prevents me from relapsing. *scratches head* Sorry if that came out weird. I’ve been so stressed lately with everything going on.
Red: I willingly talk with you, silly. We’re friends. It’s fine.
Ryen: Thanks, Red, I appreciate it. I don’t know what even got you into doing the work you do and being such an ally to us. None of the stuff we do concerns you and yet you care about our safety and our right to exist.
Red: Red. *chuckles* It’s pretty ironic that Shan is writing this when she.. they.. don’t even know my name.
Ryen: I think Shan is fine with whatever. Pronouns don’t matter that much to them last time I checked. We try to just refer to them as Shan to make things easier and not confuse any potential readers too much. And they/them if pronouns can’t be avoided entirely.
Red: *scratched chin* Ah, well then, alright. Shan doesn’t know the names of the twins either, right?
Ryen: *nods* Calls them Redacted 1 and 2. Shan isn’t good at naming characters and places. *laughs* Like, where even are we? The setting description is so vague. No names. Nothing.
Red: I know right. You would’ve thought Shan would have figured this all out by now, but I guess not. *pauses* Sorry, I went on a tangent. It’s called being a decent human being. That’s all it is really.
Ryen: *adjusts glasses* What?
Red: Making sure you all have the right to exist. It’s not a radical move to think the government is made up of assholes and that their desire to try to eradicate you guys is stupid as hell. *sighs* Shan hasn’t properly planned out any of the political stuff, I’m guessing.
Ryen: *sighs* That’s right. We can only talk vaguely.
Red: Well, this is frustrating. What can we talk about then?
Ryen: *shrugs* I don’t know.
Red: Also, like, you have to remember that not every “ordinary” human agrees with those dumb ignorant people in power. In fact, most of us don’t. You’re all just like us but with some extra skills. That’s it. You’re not that different from us.
Ryen: *sighs* Simply having powers makes them see us as a threat. People who share that ideology, I mean. Of course not everyone agrees with them. Having a large group of people agree on something is impossible.
Red: Exactly.
Ryen: People with those extremist views can be in the minority like you said, but just knowing that those people exist and are out there makes us simply living dangerous.
Red: You thriving is an act of rebellion.
Ryen: More like just existing. Heck, you’re probably a rebel too since you’ve been helping me and all of us in general so much and for so long.
Red: Perhaps we’re all rebels. If that’s how the government sees us as. Fuck them.
Ryen: *smiles* Yeah, fuck those assholes. *unbuttons the top three buttons of his button-down shirt* They’re a bunch of hypocrites.
Red: Want to rant about them? *laughs*
Ryen: *looks up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling* No, it’s just a statement. I’m tired and am thinking of heading back to my place. I need to get out of these clothes.
Red: Oh ok, that’s fair. I’m pretty tired myself. I don’t know how but sitting on my ass all day can drain my energy. *yawns* I think I need a nap.
Ryen: You do work. Being tired after a work day is understandable.
Red: Comparing being a receptionist with the spying and infiltration work you guys do is laughable. *stretches arms over her head* Sometimes I wish I could do the work you do. It sounds a lot more fun. Less monotonous. Far less chances of having to interact with stupid customers.
Ryen: *looks down, kicks away a clump of dust next to his foot* I get the desire, I really do, but you really don’t want to do the shit the others and I get into. It’s too dangerous. Especially since you don’t have any special powers. They have their purposes and can make things a lot easier. *sighs* Sure, not all of them understand that yet, but they’ll have to eventually. *frowns* Including my brother who I swear refuses to do anything productive if it doesn’t involve—
Red: He’s very different from you, I know, but you know you can’t control him.
Ryen: *laughs bitterly* Believe me, I’ve tried. It didn’t work.
Red: I mean it. Besides, he’ll get his shit sorted out some day. Hopefully.
Ryen: I can hardly wait. *sighs* It’s hard not to be angry with him. Look what he’s done to Jack these last few months. Is this what being in a relationship does to people? All this lovey-dovy bullshit—
Red: Just because you don’t experience attraction and don’t understand romance doesn’t mean it’s bullshit.
Ryen: I know, I know. It’s just.. I hope this doesn’t sound too gross.. fuck, sorry, I don’t know.
Red: *laughs* What? You can tell me whatever. You know that.
Ryen: *sighs* It just feels like the only thing tying him to the present is love. Romantic love. It’s like Jack is the only person who matters to him.
Red: I doubt that’s true.
Ryen: Then why does he not fucking do anything? He’s not the only one with trauma. Complex trauma.
Red: *frowns* Look, Ryen—
Ryen: I know, ugh. I hate how it feels like the rest of us don’t exist to him. Damn it, Fierdan doesn’t even hide how much in love he is. For so long he’s been seen as a heartless monster who can’t feel love or compassion. Maybe this is his way of saying “fuck you” to all who demonized him. Plus those years of isolation couldn’t have helped. *shakes head* But still. *pauses* Shan should be blamed too. So much focus on the two of them and their relationship, but what about the rest of us? We exist too, damn it!
Red: Is being angry with Shan going to get us anywhere? They’re our creator after all.
Ryen: Ugh yeah, that’s true. Sometimes I’m convinced that Shan and I are on different wavelengths. That we have different priorities to story writing. They’re obsessed with character development and relationships meanwhile I’m focused more on plot. There needs to be action; shit has to happen. This isn’t a slice-of-life story.
Red: Wait, Shan thinks you and the others are.. what? Planning what happens?
Ryen: Hmm, not exactly that. I don’t know really.
Red: *twists a few strands of her hair around her finger* Is this some breaking the fourth wall shit? What we’ve been doing?
Ryen: Ah.. hmm.. maybe. I’m not sure. I haven’t really thought about it.
Red: *smiles and chuckles* Well, no use to get heated up over something we can’t control.
Ryen: Shit.
Red: What?
Ryen: Just remembered another reason why I’m so frustrated with Shan, my brother, and Jack.
Red: Just let it go.
Ryen: I should, huh? I can’t though. *takes a deep breath* It’s futile. I know it is, and yet…
Red: Fine, spit it out then. It’s better than ruminating on it.
Ryen: This sounds embarrassing, but I hate how they use his fire abilities as like a.. I don’t know.. turn on? Is that how it’s used? Fuck, I’m cringing at myself.
Red: You’re fine. It feels like something you’re too awkward to speak about.
Ryen: It would be weird as hell if I didn’t feel awkward and gross about it. He’s my little brother. And yet.. and yet. *groans* Why does it have to be when they’re not alone by themselves? I could be trying to start a meeting, and I hear them whispering comments to each other. Do they really not give a shit that we’re all in the same room? God!
Red: *laughs, then covers mouth with hand* Sorry. This sounds kinda funny.
Ryen: *rolls eyes* Wow, thanks. I thought you were on my side, Red.
Red: No, wait! I am on your side, I swear!
Ryen: I hope you are. *sighs* It’s weird to see Fierdan treat his fire as just a tool to attract people he’s.. interested in romantically. Like it’s a selling point on a dating profile or something.
Red: What even—
Ryen: Shush, you! I swear I’m not crazy.
Red: If you say so.
Ryen: *avoids looking at Red’s face* He treats his fire abilities as a tool for sexual arousal. I swear he does.
Red: Okay, that’s weird to say.
Ryen: Red! Please. I mean just from me overhearing what he tells Jack sometimes. Also with how Duke was with Stella back then… You have no idea what I’m talking about.
Red: Not really, but I know Fierdan used to be Duke. Something like that? I mean.. kind of? Like a separate personality that split off and became its own person? Shit, that’s freaky if you really think about it. I know it’s more complicated than that, but.. wow. Your brother.. geez.
Ryen: I know right. I think the rest of us gave up on trying to fully understand it.
Red: Yeah, that’s understandable. I can’t even wrap my head around it. I don’t even know how I know what I do.
Ryen: Didn’t I explain it to you?
Red: Yeah, probably.
Ryen: Murder. Being homicidal. Or being horny. My brother’s personality in a nutshell.
Red: *laughs* What the fuck.
Ryen: It’s true, I swear to god. He refuses to use his fire powers for any other reason. Since most of the time he isn’t fixated on wanting to try to kill anyone these days, he only uses fire for.. whatever the hell he does. *pauses* Nope, I’m not going to think about it more. Stop it, brain. These feel like intrusive thoughts but also not. *shakes head* I don’t know. Sometimes he makes sudden comments when I am attempting to explain the situation to a certain mission, and I just… Ugh, does he even listen to what I say? It doesn’t feel like it. He wants to get into situations that could get us killed with no preparation, no planning whatsoever.
Red: *nods* If I were in your shoes, I would be frustrated too.
Ryen: Mhmm. I get that he doesn’t care about his safety and life, but it’s just so stupid of him to think he can be an assassin. Killing those people won’t solve the main problem. It would just make things a lot worse for us. Burning everything can’t be the answer. *sighs* His fire still has value, don’t get me wrong. He just needs to discover it.
Red: They already see you all as threats, so killing one of them will just— excuse the pun— will only add fuel to the fire. They don’t see you as humans as it is.
Ryen: Exactly, thank you! I’m so glad I can talk to you about these things. Because you get it.
Red: Yeah, of course. And I keep your head in check, make sure you’re rational and make logical decisions but that you still have feelings and aren’t a heartless robot or whatever.
Ryen: Oh boy, I have emotions and can feel them! Since when? *smiles*
Red: Crazy, right? You’re human.
Ryen: Yeah. It took me years to realize and accept it. That I’m not a cold, heartless and emotionless machine. I’m human.
Red: Ryen the human. *laughs*
Ryen: That’s me! I’m Ryen the human. Fuck you, dad!
Red: Yeah, that’s the spirit. Fuck you, Ryen’s dad!
Ryen: *laughs along with Red* You’re the best.
Red: *flips hair over her shoulder* I know I am. *looks down the hallway* Damn. How long have we been talking here?
Ryen: Not sure, let me check. *checks the watch on his wrist* Oh. Oh wow.
Red: What is it?
Ryen: *shows Red the time*
Red: Well, we have been talking for a while.
Ryen: Sorry if I kept you. You’re tired too, right?
Red: Yeah but so are you.
Ryen: Well, I’m going home. You?
Red: Me too. I still intend on taking my nap.
Ryen: Of course.
Red: Have a good night, Ryen. *starts walking away down the hallway*
Ryen: You too. Take care. *waves and starts walking as well*
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I’ll end it there.
Okay, I’m done. I’m tired. Good night.
~ Shan (haha, that’s me!)
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