Hey, it's the Truthiness Meme! AGAIN

[seismic_shockwave]

 Y'alls know how it works. You post with your character(s) and people ask ya questions. Ya gotta answer them truthfully. They can be serious, they can be silly. They could probably be sexy too, if that's your thing (but y'know, it is sort of public, so don't be GROSS). 

TRUTHINESS! ASK PEEPS QUESTIONS!  

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[hellfire_empath]

Ugh, fine. It's not like I have anything better to do this afternoon anyway.

[magnetojr]

Did you have a crush on me back in the old days, Brooke?

[hellfire_empath]

That depends. Would you have entertained any romantic notions if I had?

[magnetojr]

It certainly would have been a possibility. I've always admired your ambition and drive.

We made a good team.

[hellfire_empath]

You were the first guy I ever had feelings for.

And yes. We could have made an indomitable team.

[seismic_shockwave]

Why are you so incredibly determined to pursue the Dark Side of the X-Force?

[hellfire_empath]

X-Force? I'm sorry, do you see me as someone who's going to run around in tacky spandex with like eight dozen useless pouches?

[seismic_shockwave]

Better than the fucking Hellfire Club, Brooke.

[hellfire_empath]

Excuse you! Language, Kayla! You're in polite society, please mind your manners and your tongue.

The Hellfire Club is legacy. My parents. My late aunt. My grandfather. It's who we are. It's what we do. There was a time when maybe I thought I didn't want it, but the more I think about it...the more it feels like the right fit for me. You wouldn't get it. We're not all evil and doom and gloom, you know.

[seismic_shockwave]

I cannot care less about your propriety.

Someone in the Hellfire Club ate a piece of my actual soul.

You cannot imagine what that is like. The cold numbness that settles in your bones. The complete inability to feel anything. Everything that makes you YOU just slowly bleeding away.

I did absolutely nothing to anyone in the Hellfire Club. The only thing I ever did was walk into the building because my girlfriend wanted the company.

Maybe they needed a piece of my soul for some evil ritual.

But I think it was just for sadistic pleasure.

Those are the people that you are choosing to associate with.

That is what those people do.

Maybe I should stop being so surprised that you'd so happily associate with that.

[hellfire_empath]

I'm sorry that happened to you, Kayla. I know that the Hellfire Club has done a lot of things in the past that are inexcusable. Starting with the whole Phoenix mess and going on down...I mean, I get it. No one in my family associated with it is exactly a stellar, stand-up citizen type. Don't think I don't know that.

But this is what I was groomed to do. Give me a chance here. The Hellfire Club wasn't always all...evil.

[seismic_shockwave]

So if nobody from your family that was associated with the club was a good person, why are you so eager to follow in their footsteps?

The Hellfire Club was founded on principles of unrepentant elitism and the maintenance of aristocratic power, in active opposition to what it saw as "the mob", ie, the vast majority of humanity, including any elites who happened to be sympathetic or even simply reconciled to liberalization of society.

And then it became a league of mutant supervillains on top of that. And now it's being run by a soul-eating hellbitch who has been walking the Earth for literally millennia. Who is orders of magnitude more powerful than you are.

You know who else was groomed for Hellfire? Stephanie.

[hellfire_empath]

I wasn't always eager. Earlier on, I tried to separate myself. Branch out into something different. The Brotherhood. It didn't quite work out, though. Personal feelings and other things...the group eventually split apart, and leaning into familiarity made sense.

And you say elitism and aristocracy like they're bad things. There's good to be found in them as well.

Stephanie wants different things out of life than I do. She wants family and comfort and stability. I've never found family comforting or stable myself.

[pyroprincess]

Why can't you accept Marcelo?

[hellfire_empath]

Well, this is surprisingly to the point.

My reasons for not accepting him aren't the reasons that you think they are.

[pyroprincess]

I can be quite direct, yes. Especially when it's necessary.

And what reasons would those be, Brooke?

[hellfire_empath]

I believe far more in good, old-fashioned passive-aggression. Theoretically, anyway. Saying things without really saying them.

Something about him rubs me the wrong way. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it. Like he's got some secrets up his sleeve. And what do we know about him, really? He's not from New York. And when I say New York, that's not a stand-in for the country. I wouldn't even easily trust someone from Georgia or Wyoming or Hawaii.

[pyroprincess]

I spent the whole morning being terribly, terribly physically ill. I don't have time for games.

I'm not from New York, either. I was born and raised in Spain. I still speak English with a slight accent. A few weeks ago, some inebriated racist told me that I should go back to Mexico.

Marcelo has been nothing but honest and forthright with me. Not to mention that neither of us are exactly free of skeletons in our closets.

He is the love of my life. The only man I have ever loved. He is my husband and will be the father of my children.

That is not going to change.

[hellfire_empath]

You have New York roots through Sebastian. There's something to be said for that.

Frankly, I hope you gave that racist the lashing he so obviously deserved.

You say that with such surety, but the truth is that you don't know. None of us know. Life's like that, Stephanie. There's always a secret that will pull the rug out from under your well-heeled feet, a curveball that'll shatter the picture perfect vision of life that you think you have.

[pyroprincess]

Oh yes, I did. Unfortunately, only a tongue-lashing.

You think I don't know that, Brooke? Really? But I trust Marcelo. I love him. He's given me no reason not to trust him.

Unless there's something concrete you'd like to tell me, kindly keep your suspicions to yourself.

[hellfire_empath]

You asked me why, and I gave you my answer. You literally asked for this conversation, Stephanie.

[pyroprincess]

I suppose I did and I've had a few things clarified by it.

You're entitled to your opinion. I can't make you like Marcelo or trust him. However, he is part of my life and that will not change.

And you do need to accept that.

[hellfire_empath]

I accept that you have the right to your own opinions and your own decisions. I don't necessarily have to agree with them. I can be polite and civil, and I can even go as far as being cordial. But any acceptance would be fake, and I don't particularly enjoy being fake with people I'm close to.