Nox: What I’m about to write, or rather I’m going to let Sage type is not what I first thought of when the prompt came up. But I don’t want to hide my daily prompt behind a password so we’ll go the secondary route – how the Venatori lifestyle looks from the outside. Because to me it’s perfectly normal, but to someone who grew up mostly normal, I’ve been told it’s rather “socialist”.
Sage: And Nox, they are right, it is socialist. You work hard, you gain status, but yet everything you do is for the whole, and no matter how hard you work you still have to take what the government gives you. You are either Scrin or Venatori (hunter). There is nothing in between, what if you do both?
Nox: No one does both, you can’t focus on hunting and be a book worm. The two ends don’t meet.
Sage: You do it. I mean you walk and talk and breathe these so called monsters. You make them your friends, you sleep with them. Hell, Nox, they confide in you. How many people can actually say they know anything about the bond between a human and a vampire, much less that there are two different types? Vampires don’t know that there are two different types of Chevalier. You do… You know how they are made because Ant told you. You know fucking secrets the monsters don’t even know. So what does that make you? Scrin or Venatori. Cause you don’t hunt monsters. You seek justice whatever that case is.
Nox: You calling me batman?
Sage: No, you don’t wear black and a cape and don’t have cool toys. Your more like an x-men. I see that blank stare. I’ll show you later. But back to the topic :P The Venatori pay for everything, you don’t even know how to balance a checkbook, can you write a check? Most Venatori don’t even know how to cook for themselves. If you ask me you are all a bunch of teenagers who are entitled to whatever they have.
Nox: You aren’t wrong. But it works. There are no starving Venatori children. There are no homeless Venatori. Venatori who haven’t been exiled or exiled themselves that is, what they do outside our world is not our fault. It’s humans then… I don’t want for food, or shelter, or clothes. I was essentially an orphan, no parents, no love, no nurturer but I was taken care of when my mother didn’t want me anymore. I had stability and a good education by the same school, the same teachers, I didn’t bounce around from home to home having to make new friends everywhere I went. I’m not saying it’s perfect. Cause it’s not. But it works for our small race.
Sage: We’ll have to agree to disagree on this.
Nox: When do we ever agree love?
Sage: Let’s take this to another place “duckling”