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[cyan_maid]

Ring, ring...ring, ring... beep!

Hello! You've reached Jane Crocker. Sorry I couldn't pick up at the moment, but if you could please leave your name, number, and a brief message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible!

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[cyan_maid]

Oh, okay, I know him! I like him. I've actually taken to calling him Vincent.

[Since he won't tell her his real name and is, in her perspective, probably a split personality. Hahah, oh Jane.]

[a_sin_for_him]

I like him, as well. He's a professional writer! As well as an experienced actor. We're very lucky to have him working with us.

Vincent? That's a nice name.

[cyan_maid]

I thought he looked like a Vincent, and he said it's fine if I call him that. I just think his, erm...situation? It's weird and a bit depressing, so when he said he had to be called Jack, I didn't want to call him Jack.

[a_sin_for_him]

He rather does, doesn't he? He has that...oh, I suppose 'dashing' look, you'd call it.

Mmm. It's sad. I...feel for him. I know what it's like. I don't like to call him that either, now that I know what he is.

[cyan_maid]

Mm, I suppose it could be dashing. He's not personally my type, but I can see it.

[She knows how it feels? Huh...so does "Miss Fitz" have some sort of embarrassing first name? God damn it Jane]

Maybe he'd like to take up a penname of sorts? At least for when he works on your show. That way, no one listening will confuse him for anyone else.

[a_sin_for_him]

I didn't mean that! I simply meant...objectively, he has those looks that are described as 'dashing'. Like...oh, like a television or film personality. Which I suppose is fitting, he's an actor...

[Of course Lust now knows those aren't even the man's actual looks. Not that it matters, she doesn't care what the man looks like. He has a good heart, he's kind, he's intelligent. And they have such a great deal in common.]

[And dear god, why is she blushing?]

I've suggested something of the sort. It's what I did.

[cyan_maid]

Oh! Ah, I'm sorry...I suppose it's just...all subjective and whatnot. Ugh, gosh, I don't know, I'm sorry.

[Aaaaaa the mystery deepens, but this lady's letting her do this fun radio thing and she's nice, it would be rude if Jane pried.]

Huh! You could've fooled me - but I assume you'd rather be called Miss Fitz for your own reasons, yes?

[a_sin_for_him]

No, it's fine, I simply didn't want you to get the wrong idea. It's easy for assumptions to be made, I do it all the time.

Oh, yes. It's a bit of a joke. The Miss Fitz Story Hour. Misfits. My actual name is Lust.

Which someone else thought was a good joke. I tend to disagree.

[cyan_maid]

Oh, I see. I...do tend to make a lot of assumptions, if I'll be honest, but I know it's a problem and I am working on not doing it so often. It's more about "what's actually real and has happened", though.

[She blinks, then her eyes widen, and Jane grins.] Goodness! "Miss Fitz" - why didn't I get it sooner? Hoo hoo, that's so clever, I love it!

[She lets her giggles die down, though, as she considers this actual name.] Ah...hm. Well, it more sounds like a name that puts itself upon you, than something to make assumptions about you for. It's not as if we get to choose the names we're born with, after all.

[Honestly, whoever your mother is, Jane has some concerns for her, which is...hah. Again, God damn it, Jane.]

[a_sin_for_him]

Oh we all do it.

Thank you, I was rather proud of that. I've never done this sort of thing before, but it...seemed like it would be fun.

Mmm, it's thematic. My brother is Envy. Our other brother, who's since left this place, was Greed. But still, assumptions are made. I can't blame anyone.

[cyan_maid]

It is fun! Or, well, it seems like it's fun to me. And that's the most important thing when you're doing projects like this - having fun!

[Ah! There's a spark of recognition in Jane's eyes.] Oh, Envy is your brother? I met him at Obon!

[a_sin_for_him]

I've been enjoying it. I like being creative.

Yes, he is. We live together here in Goldenrod, with some friends. Greed and I bought a house, when we'd been here a year. Our sharks needed a pool, it seemed the easiest solution.

[cyan_maid]

Your...sharks? I assume they're shark Pokemon...

[a_sin_for_him]

Oh, yes, Sharpedos. There was a...storm of them. We ended up with a pair, and they're happiest in water.

Or seem to be.

[cyan_maid]

I would hope so, if they're actually sharks. But how can there be a storm of sharks?

[a_sin_for_him]

There are some differences, of course, but they're very clearly sharks. They're quite happy in the pool, and salt water's better for the skin than chlorinated water anyway.

Oh, yes. That happens sometimes. Pokemon falling from the sky like rain. Only it was more of a hurricane or typhoon, in this case.

[cyan_maid]

A...sharkicane? A sharkphoon?

[It's all she can think of to describe it, bless her heart.]

What time of year did that happen?

[a_sin_for_him]

A storm of sharks. It was certainly something. We were on the water, when it hit.

I...don't remember. Spring, perhaps. Greed and I were on our trip together, so it couldn't have been fall...

[cyan_maid]

That's odd...you wouldn't associate the springtime with that kind of weather.

[a_sin_for_him]

Or snowstorms in the middle of summer, but weather sometimes abandons all sense and order here.

[cyan_maid]

O-Oh...you would, um, think that the environment was in the throws of upheaval with that sort of tendency.

[a_sin_for_him]

If it functioned normally. It doesn't. Nature...I think nature is more of a living and understanding force here, than in other places.

I beat up the moon, recently. This...this is simply that sort of place.

[cyan_maid]

...Okay, I have heard of the infamous moon trip, but you're going to have to explain "beating up the moon" if you don't mind.

[a_sin_for_him]

Oh, yes. It's a bit of a long story...

Before I came to this place, I wasn't quite human. Not that different, but I was possessed of certain abilities beyond that of normal humanity. On certain weekends, such as the weekend of the moon, powers and gifts such as those are restored.

A friend of mine and I were...emotionally charged, let us say. I'd recently lost my life's companion. We took advantage of our returned strengths to purge some much needed emotion. By punching and kicking and clawing the moon's surface for an afternoon.

It was quite cathartic.

[cyan_maid]

...Oh. Is that all? I had thought something preposterous like the entire moon coming to life might've happened.

[It's still weird, but you had her assuming the worst.]

So, there are times where, if we had powers, we can get them back again? How bizarre...