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@madestars​ asked: “ they hate what they cannot control. ” / brick @ boomer

​►  ❪   VILLAIN  /  HERO  //  accepting  ❫ 

         It's not lost on even him– the obvious. Brick may as well just pointed out the color painting the sky. And yet some nebulous piece deep inside – existing in tandem on his brothers' wavelength – stirs. An urge to continue wells up, a scattered mind picks up where the sentence hangs, running along the same train of thought.

         ❝ No shit, Rick. But who cares what they think ? ❞ Words more akin to a curse than a statement. ❝ Sounds more like a ‘ them ’ problem, not ours. ❞ Normal people lacking the ability control everything meant little when they were busy sitting on their asses doing nothing as the Powerpuffs cleaned all their messes. Incompetent. Small wonder why they hadn't all fallen in a ditch somewhere and gotten themselves killed.

         Tenuous line of concentration snaps, blue pops and sparks arcing around glowing fingers before fading, nascent power fizzling out as quick as it came. Breath escapes in a soft exhale, annoyance evident in its wisps, etched into his features. Boomer allows himself another exhale for a moment, before rolling out of his easy reclining position onto his side ( nevermind he's perched mid-air / floating several feet off the ground ) with all the grace of a lazing cat. Head propped on the makeshift pillow of his folded arms, cobalt eyes linger on him. Searching– for what ? He’s not sure.

         ❝ ...That's how I see it, Mr. ❛ They'll all be groveling at my feet when I one day run this city ❜. Butch... well y’know Butch’d just laugh his ass off. ❞ 

         Hatred. Fear of what they can not fathom. The unknown, a terror steeped in some dark corner of every human's weak willed heart / inborn instinct of self preservation, survival. Too simple to trip over a hidden factor, cutting short lives shorter. The only thing that kept these pathetic sheep alive for as long as they have anyway. Understanding is present, tenable, but no love lost. The same principles failed to be applicable to him or his brothers, not in the same sense at any rate. No one controlled them. No one controlled him – not even Brick.

         A light laugh did nothing to bury the unrepentant scorn, to stem the derision seeping out of it. ❝ If they hate us then I say we're just living up to what we were created to do or whatever, right ? ❞

         The Rowdyruffs didn’t need them. Let them hate.