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 Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 5:51 am
If Sarras was aware of Falias' tormented flashbacks that accompanied each of the names he had listed, he didn't let others see it. When he listed the names, there was still anger lacing his voice, but for the most part, he might as well have been dead in other's ears. Any attempt he made to try and separate himself from the bitter emotions he felt within was in vain, and he wanted so desperately to just stop acknowledging everyone else's existence in the room and return to his drink, but he could not ignore Hvergelmir's comment.
"I'm a hunter, so in certain people's mind I'm a murderer already," Sarras confessed, glaring down at his drink and making it very clear that he didn't give two shits about what anyone else might have thought of him. It was already decided that he could not be the buddy that these knights probably wanted, and in truth he had yet to decide if he was going to accept the device that he and others worked so hard to get. To carry it around... knowing full well that blood was spilled for it would only serve as a bitter reminder to his failure to keep them safe. "But there's still rules to follow, protocols to obey. Killin' an animal is one thing, but fellow man? It's not easy, nor should it be. Watching them die and being unable to save them? That's the worst..."
He was no sage or wise man, and nor was he truly generous when on the hunt. He had shot a doe, once or twice, when the law allowed it, and he felt little remorse in the action. He had also killed a Negaverse officer, a young teenage girl that likely died thinking Sarras to be her reaper, but the matter was pushed so far in the back of his mind that he hardly cared. If other chastised him on the matter, he could have easily retaliated with Nihfel's statement and that'd be the end of it. This was war and there'd be casualties, he understood that. But this was different. This wasn't a knight killing a Negaverse officer, or an officer killing a civilian. This catastrophe was brewed, unknowingly, by a fellow Knight...
That was how Sarras justified his own anger towards this situation. This wasn't war. This was a slaughter.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 3:51 pm
Babylon nodded solemnly. He hadn't watched his father die, but he'd found his corpse still warm, and he'd have to wonder for the rest of his life if he'd have been able to save him, if only he'd gone home a little earlier. He'd seen slaughter on the surrounding, but... they'd all come back to life at the end of the battle. Tonight was - tonight was really the first time he'd seen it firsthand.
He noticed Mistral rise from the table, but made no move to follow her. Everyone needed time and space to grieve, and while he didn't blame her for what had happened in her wonder, others present clearly did. They already likely knew where his loyalties lay (with Mistral, of course), so there was no reason to go reinforce that. The house was steady around them, and Babylon was a place of safety. Nothing here posed her any danger.
With the addition of the other seven names, he said, "To our brave friends, who we will never forget," and drank.
He sat back down and listened to Sarras's story about going hunting. In Alaska, he'd had a professor with a cabin, who picked a few favorite students to join him every other weekend to track geese, caribou, and moose through the wilderness. Babylon had gone a few times, and taken enough shots to remember the kick of the rifle in his hands.
"You all can stay as long as you like," he said to the group at the table. "I'll keep opening bottles for as long as you want to drink." If he could not offer them comfort, then he would see to it that he offered them hospitality.
This RP is done for the sake of reqs, but you may continue to post!
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:12 pm
Buyan had sat listening and eventually filled her own glass and carried it as she wiped the tables down without getting in the ways of the others. Humming softly, nothing cheerful but something she found was adeptly sorrowful. Though she stopped when one said something about forgetting to cover a civilian's nose and mouth. That the girl saw that face everyday and then Sarras was speaking of hunting.
"I haven't encountered any situation like that. . . " She said slowly, quietly as she thought about it, "However, there are many books on the topic and some of them if not the lot; each teach a lesson." She paused softly brows knitting, "I think though, like most professions. We may need to learn and figure a balance. Our dear fallen comrades today were lost and it's a tragedy some of us are more affected by it than others. . . "
She trialed as her eyes wondered around the room to all of the faces before setting her glass down and wiping off another spot of the table she'd been working on as she continued. "We're all going to handle it different ways. However, it's when we stop handling it and start shoving it away in a tiny little corner and letting it build. That I think it corrupts us, makes us wonder, makes us. . . dangerous. As long as we still acknowledge what happened with some sort of compassion not matter how it's shown. I think we're okay."
She looked at Hvergelmir directly, "Everyone deals with things in their own way. Myself? I'm an artist, I tend to try and lay my feelings out in my work, be it writing, painting or whatever medium I happen to be working in. However, I'm sure there's many others that does and will haunt when it happens. . . " The page trailed off and looked back at the table and sadly mentioned, "Even children have to deal with this. Image what they go through."Niflhel was washing glasses and he stopped when the wine had been passed to him, thinking about and filling a glass before passing it on to others. He was staying quiet listening to everyone else, he'd seen a lot more before he was a knight and still even more after. Things that had happened to him, things he'd seen. Many still often haunted him and it plagued his sleep. The Saturn Knight stayed quite as he worked watching Mistral eventually leave and giving a small frown glancing over to Babylon who seemed not too worried about her. At least they didn't have the same issues here as they did else where no matter how horrible that was to think.
"It doesn't get easier." He finally said looking directly at Hvergelmir eyes trailing off towards Sarras. "Even before I was a knight I saw things, I knew things that most others would've called crazy. . ." He'd broken his silence.
"You can't let it get to you though. It'll slowly drive you mad. That doesn't stop it from waking one up at night terrified of the dreams playing over in your head, the aches being residual from broken bones reminding you what you've seen or heard. That feeling of your star seed ripped from your chest and for those few. . . long minutes of death. Where you're somehow still conscious in some matter but you're not alive. . ."
The knight cut himself off and shook his head. "It won't get easier but finding a balance will help. An outlet." However unlike the others he did not drink the wine instead he slowly cast a glance at it. He closed his eyes and offered a few words which were to himself. However, those closest to him and the bar could've heard. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
Before bringing his attention back up towards the rest, "My cup more often than not, does run over and not in the sense I'd like it to. You'd think being a Knight of Saturn it'd help a little." He offered a wary and unsure smile before returning to his cleaning. He always put on such a serious and unworried face that in truth was him standing up to his own fears that seemed to haunt him. What if something ever happened to Polaris? The thought as it passed through the Knights mind seemed to cause him to wince both mentally and psychically though if it went noticed he didn't see.
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