Apache's too-obvious eyes were a little wider than she would have liked. That was a face she'd never wanted to see again. Bellatrix Lestrange, her paternal aunt and, by all accounts, absolutely bugfuck insane.
People had their prejudices, but with being racist and bigoted against all but the most outstanding of Humes, Aunt Bellatrix was the worst of them. Ivalice, she'd discovered since hightailing it off Jylland at the first opportunity, had its problems in the race-relations department, but aside from some stuck up pricks in Archades having a problem with Al Bhed people, and a general outdated distrust of Selkies in most other places, both the lingering symptoms of illness brought about by the War of the Magi over a thousand years ago, it was nowhere near as bad as anything that had ever formed as an opinion in the head or on the lips of her aunt.
As far as Bellatrix was concerned, anybody who wasn't a Hume was scum, even the other Hyur races. Anybody who had been tainted by Mist was scum, no matter how minor, no matter how far back in their lineage. Some families, often noble ones, prided themselves on their Kekkei Genkai, their inherited Mist-caused special ability, but the Blacks and similarly-minded families of Nagapur and the other big cities of the Jyllandi Union disdained them. They considered them tainted, dirty, as bad as first generation Mistants, who had their fair share of problems pretty much everywhere. It wasn't an uncommon opinion, especially on the continent of Jylland, where Mistants, herself included, were tagged to make them obvious, but the extremes that the blood purity faction on Jylland took it to would surprise even those who put CVs from Mistants with invisible mutations straight in the bin without reading them.
Apache hadn't known that Bellatrix was a member of Clan Khamja. It shouldn't have surprised her, with how evil the woman was and what the Clan was into, but what did she have to offer? Apart from endless quantities of frothing prejudice. It struck her as odd that she'd even come to the lowerworld, a place on the whole more liberal about race relations and Mistants than their homeland, never mind Khamja, an organisation well known in that unknown-quantity way for being a refuge for the overpowered fringes of society and the useful outcasts. The only halfway normal Humes she could think of as being members were Aizen and L. All the others... Selkies, Mistants, non-Hyur and Ryoka.
She didn't really want to deal with her insane aunt. She couldn't think of anything she wanted to do less than deal with her insane aunt. Bellatrix had supported her being struck off the family tree due to her mismatched eyes, but more level heads had prevailed and she'd been retained, albeit only because such a thing could happen without the influence of Mist, according to some studies by scientists. It likely wasn't the case, but it sewed the seed of doubt. It hadn't, however, stopped her being labelled a Tag.
"No," she said, choosing to use Ivalician instead of her mother tongue. She wasn't sure whether Bellatrix considered lowerworlders beneath her as well, but there was probably some reason why Humes of the lowerworld were inferior to her that she hadn't been told anyway, so she spoke in their tongue, just to be defiant. "I ran away to Archades. This is just where I ended up."
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Date: 2019-01-12 08:01 pm (UTC)People had their prejudices, but with being racist and bigoted against all but the most outstanding of Humes, Aunt Bellatrix was the worst of them. Ivalice, she'd discovered since hightailing it off Jylland at the first opportunity, had its problems in the race-relations department, but aside from some stuck up pricks in Archades having a problem with Al Bhed people, and a general outdated distrust of Selkies in most other places, both the lingering symptoms of illness brought about by the War of the Magi over a thousand years ago, it was nowhere near as bad as anything that had ever formed as an opinion in the head or on the lips of her aunt.
As far as Bellatrix was concerned, anybody who wasn't a Hume was scum, even the other Hyur races. Anybody who had been tainted by Mist was scum, no matter how minor, no matter how far back in their lineage. Some families, often noble ones, prided themselves on their Kekkei Genkai, their inherited Mist-caused special ability, but the Blacks and similarly-minded families of Nagapur and the other big cities of the Jyllandi Union disdained them. They considered them tainted, dirty, as bad as first generation Mistants, who had their fair share of problems pretty much everywhere. It wasn't an uncommon opinion, especially on the continent of Jylland, where Mistants, herself included, were tagged to make them obvious, but the extremes that the blood purity faction on Jylland took it to would surprise even those who put CVs from Mistants with invisible mutations straight in the bin without reading them.
Apache hadn't known that Bellatrix was a member of Clan Khamja. It shouldn't have surprised her, with how evil the woman was and what the Clan was into, but what did she have to offer? Apart from endless quantities of frothing prejudice. It struck her as odd that she'd even come to the lowerworld, a place on the whole more liberal about race relations and Mistants than their homeland, never mind Khamja, an organisation well known in that unknown-quantity way for being a refuge for the overpowered fringes of society and the useful outcasts. The only halfway normal Humes she could think of as being members were Aizen and L. All the others... Selkies, Mistants, non-Hyur and Ryoka.
She didn't really want to deal with her insane aunt. She couldn't think of anything she wanted to do less than deal with her insane aunt. Bellatrix had supported her being struck off the family tree due to her mismatched eyes, but more level heads had prevailed and she'd been retained, albeit only because such a thing could happen without the influence of Mist, according to some studies by scientists. It likely wasn't the case, but it sewed the seed of doubt. It hadn't, however, stopped her being labelled a Tag.
"No," she said, choosing to use Ivalician instead of her mother tongue. She wasn't sure whether Bellatrix considered lowerworlders beneath her as well, but there was probably some reason why Humes of the lowerworld were inferior to her that she hadn't been told anyway, so she spoke in their tongue, just to be defiant. "I ran away to Archades. This is just where I ended up."