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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 4:37 am
"Um," Rodney said, the ever-increasing hostility not making much sense to him. Is this how it had been the whole time Lawrence was in Russia? But he'd gone anyway? Or, had something happened?
Rodney sat on his cot. "Yes. But, I thought it sounded interesting...I know we haven't figured out a way to communicate with the bugs. We monitor this site because...they don't mind their own business, right? They...made their home here, but they use it as a place to return after they...go out and kill people."
He seemed upset.
"They don't have to do that, do they? To live. They just..."'
He looked up.
"Are both of you...okay?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 6:17 am
"The Horsemen? Yeah they ********' love killing folks. But Famine are the most common here and kinda science-y, so they'll like, torture and experiment on people too." America set her bag down, and began checking over her own cot. "But be careful with Weiman, here. He's betrayed other hunters to Famine Horsemen before, just to look a little younger." Without looking up, she waves a dismissive hand at the trainee. "Most folks he gets to early don't believe me about all the murder, maiming and betrayal s**t he's done, so don't worry. You go ahead and try to justify or just plain ignore the reality of this guy, I'll see that you don't die on this trip." Despite her words, America didn't sound angry, just tired.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 10:39 am
Lawrence gave Rodney a look behind the mask of a smile, outwardly looking little more than pleased to see the other man and a little fondly concerned about his wellbeing but underneath it all rather grim about the theoretically short lifespan he was destined to live on the island with nothing but optimism and a feeling that somehow horsemen or bugs could be talked around into just not killing people.
"I think they rather do." he said. "I am not certain they are entirely the same as the Halloween creatures who behave like children and often are children. They seem far more reasonable however, they probably do not need to kill everyone." And then remembering who he was talking to he added. "Though perhaps they'd come around, find something oh I don't know...else to supply themselves with. Perhaps you could help." It was going to be hell on earth trapped in a tent with these two people of all people he realised, even for his nigh infinite patience. When he could recede inside his own thoughts there was no end to what he could endure but Rodney and America played a tug of war with his mind at the best of times and he had the impression it was going to be taxing.
America got a cool look for her comment. "Please do not call me that missy. It is not yours to use." He resented the effect names had on him, feeling more pulled into another self which was not suited for this life or this situation every time people felt the need to address him that way, even his posture seeming to change slightly at the word Weiman, less stiff, more relaxed, more vulnerable. He crossed his arms before turning to rearrange his possessions with a distracted sort of air. "Yes yes, everyone has heard the tirade." he said almost boredly. "It has become the stuff of legends at this point." he turned to point a book in her direction vaguely.
"It is not only down to you to see that no harm comes to him on this trip.", he sounded a little more touchy than he intended to and fully blamed it on this insidious persona.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 11:04 am
"I know...I mean, I guessed that you've both probably...k-killed people."
Rodney looked maybe a little less blasé about it. He trembled, looking downright watery and went from staring at his hands to back up at Lawr.
"Is...that what you meant, when you said you didn't have a moral compass? You...killed people here? F-friends?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 11:23 am
"I've never killed anyone for person gain, for pleasure, or for curiosity," America stated flatly. "I'm capable of feeling bad for doing wrong and sympathizing with folks. I'll try to avoid hurting most folks cause I don't like seeing them in pain. You're like a little kid pulling off bug wings cause you can and never learning the ******** empathy to stop."
She looked up finally, at Rodney, "Don't compare us so ******** easily, as if it's simple."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 11:39 am
Lawrence was stuck in a persona he didn't much care to be stuck in at the moment and it was making things difficult. Lawrence Weiman was a vet, he was a father and a civilian. He was not a murderer and being called one in a casual sort of way meant that the only response he had was to get upset about it.
He tightened his grip on the book and set it down. "No." he said. "I did not kill anyone here."
It was awful and he felt as trapped as he felt when he was in the Chantelle golem and unable to escape. "And I don't like seeing people in pain." he said. "I want to fix things."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 12:52 pm
"You said...you didn't know what you wanted," Rodney said, twisting his fingers. Money, power, love. Rodney was the one that said what he wanted was to help.
"That you were searching."
"You...killed to save others?" Rodney asked America quietly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:05 pm
"It doesn't make them any less dead," the Moon answered despite her earlier words.
She snorted at Lawrence's supposed upset, still not bothering to look at him, "He likes you, Rodney. But that could mean he just likes to watch you sleep or it could mean he wants to wear your face like a ******** mask."
Removing a smaller bag from her kit, America pulled it over her shoulder. "I'll take the first perimeter check, you can either come and learn a thing or stay so Lawrence can lie to you a bit and make you feel better about him."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:32 pm
Lawrence wasn't very comfortable with Rodney speaking about what he'd said to him in front of America and simply looked away as the other man addressed her.
"Go explore." he said, shaking some sand out of a pillow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:37 pm
"You don't want to come, too?" Rodney asked Lawrence.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:48 pm
"What and risk his complexion?" America snorted softly as she exited the tent.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:54 pm
Lawrence watched America go, and only then responded to Rodney. "I am not a military man. But, as far as I am aware someone needs to stay behind when a perimeter check is carried out to watch the camp and the implication of who was fairly clear."
He inclined his head slightly in the direction of the tent exit.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 2:14 pm
Rodney waited by the door for the answer.
"Oh. Do they? There's...only three of us. I don't think she should be patrolling by herself. Or...that you should be alone at the camp. I know...I'm not much help, but..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 9:37 pm
Quote: 94 - 99: A sandstorm locks you into the base for the rest of the day. No more prompts may be rolled for that day.
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lizbot rolled 1 100-sided dice:
97
Total: 97 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 9:38 pm
Rodney's dilemma is answered moments later when America returns, voice and movements brisk. "Either of you need to piss or whatever, better run to the latrine while you can. There's a storm coming in." She has to laugh a little as she tosses her mission bag onto the floor next to her cot. <******** class="quote"> baneful
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