Post by Erek Blackmore on Sept 9, 2017 15:23:20 GMT -5
Erek contemplated the best way to explain what he was trying to say to the woman, and would slowly wave a hand, "I'm not saying we're born and stay that way, I'm saying that basically-- personalities are like clay, our parentage and ancestry are the earth, and our lives are the potter," leaning back he shrugged a bit, figuring that was obvious enough-- you got your base personality from the earth-- your parents, and then as life shifted you were shaped by the potter-- life, and altered. Even if the pot is a different shape and design now-- it doesn't change the fact that it's still the same clay that came from the earth.
Personalities tended to be the same way-- just because life may have had a hand in shaping her into who she was, her base clay had to come from somewhere, and it clearly hadn't been her father. Taking a drink from his liquid he would glance toward her and shrug, "Similarly, my father may have not always been a dick, or my mother may have been a kind fool that does the stupid shit I do, who knows," Leaning forward he would then slowly arch a brow as she seemed to latch on to the idea of her mother possibly being strong-- and the worry that came with it. After all, if she was strong, and had a personality like Forge's own, well-- he could see the issue.
As she commented on the hair he would shrug, "You definitely have some eastern in you-- could be any type of Asian, but with the hair color and skin tone, I'd say Japanese is possible," with this, he would grunt as she was already ready to go-- laughing at the sudden change in her personality, like she'd gone from one over-reaction directly to the other. Slowly hauling himself up, he would allow his gaze to flick to the side to examine the room briefly before he would pull his cigar once more and smirk at the maroon-headed woman.
"Sure, let's get your ass moving then-- if you aren't twice your current level of power in a week with superior skills, I'm gonna push you even harder, Forge. Hell-- I'll load you up full of my blood if I have too," grinning a bit, he would then move forward and lead-- he knew the way now, and besides, she clearly wanted to take this seriously. He was up for training her, it meant he could distract his mind from the pain that still throbbed, pulsing in the back of his skull, and tightening his chest. It didn't feel great-- but he also knew it had been needed, now, he had to try and understand the feelings that had reared up in the face of his father.
Feelings that, sadly, were not easily dealt with after a lifetime of confusion on what he really, truly, cared about.
// Thread Exit.
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Personalities tended to be the same way-- just because life may have had a hand in shaping her into who she was, her base clay had to come from somewhere, and it clearly hadn't been her father. Taking a drink from his liquid he would glance toward her and shrug, "Similarly, my father may have not always been a dick, or my mother may have been a kind fool that does the stupid shit I do, who knows," Leaning forward he would then slowly arch a brow as she seemed to latch on to the idea of her mother possibly being strong-- and the worry that came with it. After all, if she was strong, and had a personality like Forge's own, well-- he could see the issue.
As she commented on the hair he would shrug, "You definitely have some eastern in you-- could be any type of Asian, but with the hair color and skin tone, I'd say Japanese is possible," with this, he would grunt as she was already ready to go-- laughing at the sudden change in her personality, like she'd gone from one over-reaction directly to the other. Slowly hauling himself up, he would allow his gaze to flick to the side to examine the room briefly before he would pull his cigar once more and smirk at the maroon-headed woman.
"Sure, let's get your ass moving then-- if you aren't twice your current level of power in a week with superior skills, I'm gonna push you even harder, Forge. Hell-- I'll load you up full of my blood if I have too," grinning a bit, he would then move forward and lead-- he knew the way now, and besides, she clearly wanted to take this seriously. He was up for training her, it meant he could distract his mind from the pain that still throbbed, pulsing in the back of his skull, and tightening his chest. It didn't feel great-- but he also knew it had been needed, now, he had to try and understand the feelings that had reared up in the face of his father.
Feelings that, sadly, were not easily dealt with after a lifetime of confusion on what he really, truly, cared about.
// Thread Exit.
Post Words: 487
Thread Words: 8,037
