Philosophy with Wolf Mom

Summary:
July 14 2014: Bobby returns to Partisan's abode for a talk about philosophy and the reasons for doing things.

Hangar 13

Abode, workshop and occasional kitchen of the infamous Partisan


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The carbine she's known for, the venerable AK is a mighty fine Swiss army knife really. Everything, even the AK however has its limit. Three drums run cyclic, is enough to heat the gun up sufficiently that it'll begin running away whenever the bolt is dropped. From there on the fourth drum, a Suchka will finally malfunction when its bolt carrier expands enough to bind in the receiver. So with oodles of bad guys to be expected, something different is required. There aren't enough drum fed LMGs on the market for Part's liking, but that's alright because there is the Ultimax. It's light, it comes from Singapore and it fucks shit up like it's going out of style. It's with that weapon system that we find the Partisan tonight.

Tightening the bolts on that neat Trijicon SRS, the finishing step before she goes and sights the thing in. A new railed 1911 sits on the desk beyond, and her backpack at her side. Cut down Mossberg strapped to the side, breaching pouches mounted inverted on the opposite side in their neat little pouches. MF DOOM blaring over the speakers, head bobbing silently as the poetry is read.

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There's a ringing knock at the hangar and a very polite sounding 'Ma'am?'. Bobby's arrived, since at the last dinner Partisan had mentioned a desire to speak to him 'off line' as it were. He's dressed casually though he smells of the office and it's not hard to figure he drove here from work. Still, he waits patiently at the door. One does not just walk into someone's home unannounced.

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Partisan reaches up to crank the music down, before leaning back to peer at the door for a couple seconds.

"Come in young man, make yourself comfortable." Easing back to continue her work.

"I appreciate the manners, truly I do Bobby but if I invite you here then there’s no need to knock alright? Now c'mon in and have a seat beside me here, time to talk a little philosophy here."

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Bobby walks on in, crossing the distance between the door and the bench where Partisan is working in little time. He does take time to look about; seeming as impressed as last time and when he pulls the chair up it's with a curious look at the weapon on the bench.

"Sure thing ma'am. I appreciate the invitation though I have to confess I wasn't really sure what it was you wanted to talk about."

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"I want to make sure you're doing this for the right reasons. I'm a hundred year old soldier, there’s an angel or some shit, a mythical warrior woman, the planet's most dangerous hacker and alot've guns. You should feel no need to accompany Nancy just because you might worry over her safety, because that's really not going to be necessary."

Part glances over, before gently rolling the gun over onto its side, and begins bolting up the flashlight.

"People, a lot of people are going to die and I'm going to kill them. They're going to scream and beg, and I'm going to kill all of them. there’s going to be blood, guts, traumatic amputations and whatever. This isn't the sort've thing an American teenager need expose himself to for the sake of love, or cultural expectation. Nance knows exactly what she's getting into here, and she knows she doesn't have to. So I guess I'm wondering, do you?"

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Bobby takes a few moments to consider that question and his answer. "No and yes…" He says finally. "I'd be lying ma'am, if I said I knew what combat is like. I'm not a soldier; I've only ever used guns for sport. I've never had to kill a man or any of that. But I know what hate looks like. I don't know if Nancy told you but when my power first manifested, a lynch mob tried to kill me. I grew up in a small town, ma'am. Most of the people in that mob were people I knew. Some of them I would have called friends the day before."

The young man shakes his head sadly. "I don't want that kind of thing to happen to other people. And it's not just lynch mobs. Using or experimenting or locking up people like Hydra is for this, that's the same thing, just a different face. This is important. And I think it's great that you and Nancy and whoever else you have are willing to do something about it and kind of a shame that no one else is. This is important to me. And to Nancy, who is important to me, so I have a lot of reasons to want to help. I may not be a hero, ma'am, but if I can help you somehow I will. I know that's my choice and that's the one I've made."

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"Your, compatriots are amateur grabasses."Part gets that bit out've the way right then and there.

"Even in your own country, it took stonewall to get the queers motivated. It took the march down south to get the black men motivated, you understand? There are only three tools available to you, if you want to be a revolutionary. Bombs, Bullets and Blood. You wanna change anything, you gotta be willing to kill for it and be willing to die for it. There is no half way after this; you're never going to be Bobby again. From this onwards, you're going to be a revolutionary."

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Bobby nods. "If that's what being someone who doesn't take this kind of thing lying down means, then I guess that's what I'll be." Without Nancy present Partisan can feel the cold rolling off him. He's holding it in quite well now but the temperature drop around him is quite notable to someone with superhuman senses.

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Partisan hmms "If you're not happy with the world, if it seems unfair to you. That's because it is, if you're not OK with that then you change things. If you seek to change the society in which you reside, you're a revolutionary. Half measures accomplish nothing, and if you do this once you're likely going to need to do it again. You can't pick the world you live in Bobby, but you do have some say about the world your children will grow up in." Leaning back to source a pack from her pocket, and bring it to flame.

"This act is essentially reactionary in nature. You're on the defensive now; you want Mutant rights you're going to have to go on the offensive."

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Bobby nods. He's doesn't really share the super militant attitude of a lot of the mutant's rights protestors and activists primarily because he doesn't really know what that accomplishes, but he has opined several times to his fellows that separating yourself and hiding accomplishes less than nothing.

"I know. Well, I know that something active has to be done. Our relationship with the normals is going to get defined whether we have a say in it or not… stuff's already happening, already moving. The fact that you even have to make this rescue is proof of that."

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"Find some clever kids, form a group. Decide collectively on an idea, an intangible truth which you must fight for. Something worth dying for, something worth killing for. Then get to work, nibble at it. You'll all be very green, you need time to get experience and network. Allow a cohesive central image to form, and then weaponize it. A symbol, a name, a -thing- which communicates where you're going." Pausing to roll that LMG over, before she works at the VFG. "Your cause is just Bobby. You have the heart; you even have the right sort've ideals. Now we just need to figure out how to do something with that. I'll help you get started, lethally or otherwise depending on what you kids decide. I'll train you; I'll give you technical support, a hand directly when necessary. I'm not going to specify how you want to accomplish your goals, if you chose not to spill blood fine. I'll still help you alright?"

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"I have a few friends. People who I used to be able to count on who are doing the hero thing in town. I haven't introduced Nan yet but I'll bet she'd love 'em. They're her kind of people. If things don't start… moving, yeah. It may be time to look them up and talk to them." It had been good to see Johnny the other day and hey, he seemed halfway responsible too. And that Spider Man guy that Johnny seemed to know seemed to know what he was doing.

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"Anyway, I do appreciate the help, ma'am. And you're right. If people don't act, things won't change. Right now I just want to focus on helping you and Nancy and your friends get those prisoners back. Then… I guess we'll see what happens."

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"Never play checkers, when you can play chess. He who plays the long game, wins." Part peers after Bobby for a moment, before finally turning to face him. "What is going to start, who's going to start it if not you? You've got the same fucking problem all the kids have had since the fifties; you wait for someone else to do something. There -is- nobody else Bobby, everyone else is saying the exact same thing you are right now. You'll do something when, you'll do something if, You'll do something after. So tell me, how's that working for you so far? Enjoying equal rights, enjoying a just government which doesn't encroach onto your liberties for the sake of control? Enjoying just and fair politicians, a government who exists for something beyond the protection of its own power? Enjoying a world where you can walk down the street, with everyone knowing you’re a mutant and not acting like douchebags? Could you run an openly Mutant store, and not get firebomb through the front door which the police will ignore?"

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That gets a bit of a smile from Bobby, if a brittle one and he holds a hand up. "Sorry, ma'am. I just meant that I'd rather concentrate on this fight and then plan for the one after when this one is out of the way. One fight at a time, you know? I'm not really sure what it'll take to approach this yet. Maybe some of my associates will start acting more. If they don't… well, I've put some thought to that too but if I start splitting my focus I don't know how useful I'll be to you for the thing I'm here now to help you with. Does… that make sense, ma'am?"

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Partisan nods softly "You're young, and new to this I understand. A little overwhelming I suppose, but take heart alright? You've got the world's most experienced Partisan on your side, and she believes strongly in your cause." Turning back to get right back to work. "Inaction is as damaging as agreement, alright?"

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Bobby's smile turns a bit more genuine, if sad. "Edmund Burke." He agrees. "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. I know. I've seen. That's why I'm here now, Ma'am."

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Partisan smiles, a genuine thing truly. "A clever boy, color me impressed. Now, ever read Miyamoto Musashi or at least heard of the man? If you're going to end up potentially being my student, it might be worth reading. He was, a man who thought deeply of his art."

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That name, that's familiar… one of Bobby Eastern History classes… "The Book of Five Rings, right? Never read it in depth, but it always was kind of interesting. Wouldn't be hard to pick up, I think." He likes that kind of thing nearly as much as he likes geeking out about physics.

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"He was the greatest swordsman who ever lived, arguably the greatest warrior. He did all the things that entails, but he went further and became one of the greatest human beings who ever lived. He would duel men with only a wooden sword, so as to not murder them. He became an architect, a farmer, a famous painter, a poet and then a Buddhist Monk. His whole life, thinking lightly of himself yet deeply of the world." Part rolls the Machinegun back upright, before shoulder it casually to check the position of things. "The difference between a terrorist and a freedom fighter is philosophy. Not tactics, not body count. Philosophy. A terrorist fights so as to wound, that is his goal. A freedom fighter, may undertake the same task but he does it so his fellow men may be free. Understand why philosophy is so important now?"

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"Because why you do things matters." Bobby looks away, momentarily somewhere else. Somewhere rather unpleasant. "I've known that for three years. It’s part of the reason I left and stayed out in Los Angeles, to figure things out. And part of the reason I came back. I could find work a lot of places. I'm here because… well, because why I do things matters." The young man looks back at Partisan and gives her a grim little smile. "And I'll go with Nancy and you and your friends to get those kids back. Because why we do things matters."


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