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[shatterdriven]

You've reached Nine.

If this is important or an emergency, I'll get back to you as soon as I get your message. If not, I'll get back to you when its convenient and if I feel like it. I'm not making any promises either way.

I won't waste your time, so don't waste mine.

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[splittingheadache]

Mm. Well, I unfortunately can't say I'm often a man of my word... but that's generally because I have moments where I am not paying attention to whatever it is I'm saying.
You'll likely recognize when that is. If it happens, please feel free to dismiss whatever drivel comes out of my mouth, because I guarantee I'm already dismissing it, myself.

[... He may or may not be somewhat mentally unwell. Somewhat. Maybe a little.]

That said - I am a man of honor. If, in those moments, I promise you something that your heart becomes set upon... tell me, and I'll do my best to make it happen regardless.

[shatterdriven]

Fair enough. I consider myself pretty honest with what I tell people. I'm not going to say I will or won't do something if I'm not planning to follow through. But I only do things outside of what I've said in emergencies, or with actively dangerous people and situations.

[Emotional wellness is relative. Nine will support where he can since they're doing this.]

And I will.

[splittingheadache]

... Actively dangerous people.

[Yeah. Hm. If they're doing this, maybe he should... be a little more honest.
Though, it's clear enough Louis doesn't feel great about it, considering he's looking away as he starts talking.]

Ah... I suppose there is... a bit more about me that I ought to be open about.
In general, I do my best to be pleasant and good-natured with others. But... I can't say I'm... "all here," as they say.

As I mentioned, my powers dole out - ah, what did I call them? "Psychedelic effects"? To be more precise, they deal hallucinations and paranoia, among other things.
And... that magic is stored within my blood. It courses through me, constantly, in the form of what we call "psychotoxins"; that is, a substance that can kill with a high enough dose, and muddles the mind even at its lowest doses.

...

And I am not immune to it, despite being full to the brim with it.
I'm sure you can understand what it is I'm getting at. There are times where I can't say I'm in control of myself... though I do my best to keep myself leashed and collared to prevent that.

There's a reason my name is Loupgarou, I suppose.