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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 11:59 pm
Compassion for others seemed like such a joke. Sinope was still trying to understand the meaning behind it all. If other animals didn't regularly fight and die for more than them and their own, why did humans? Sure, one could have argued that humans were pack animals, but other pack animals like wolves only acted that way to survive, right? Humans had supposedly evolved beyond that, but then why did they seem to be the only creatures stupid enough to commit entirely selfless acts even at a cost to themselves?
The Dark Mirror Senshi's steps echoed in the nearly-empty Common Room as absently crossed from one mirror to another, absorbed in his thoughts. It was strange how he tried to be practical and logical, but his beliefs seemed to directly oppose those of society. It seemed that the common ideal was that kindness was among the best and most valued virtures while hostility was strongly discouraged and looked down upon. Likewise, friendships, romance, and other bonds were promoted in his culture while enemies were avoided at all costs.
This was what Sinope didn't understand from a logical standpoint. In his opinion, kindness was dangerous and to be avoided at all costs because people could easily turn it against you. And if they didn't, it was all the more hazardous due to the emotional attachment it could foster between even the most jaded and bitter of people. And what was frightening about that was if you cared for someone enough, all reasoning and practicality flew out the window. Their pain became your pain and their happiness, yours. It sounded to Sinope as though one lost all autonomy. And no matter what you did, there would always be pain from then on.
Whether it was the pain of being hurt by them or of them being hurt, they became a part of you that, as he'd heard, sometimes seemed more dear to people than themselves. The worst of it was that this could develop to the extent that one could be willing to throw their life away for a person. Self-preservation, an instinct so basic and necessary, could be corroded; its priority lowered to an unsound degree.
He thought if he had avoided making attachments, he would have been safe from all the pain and suffering of illogical emotions, but Sinope had failed to percieve his parents as attachments until they had been taken from him. Empty and lost, he had struggled with himself for weeks to determine whether he should have been glad or upset to have been rid of them. Afraid of the pain, he had done his best to convince himself he couldn't have been happier, freed from the shackles that had bound him to them and immensely grateful to the one who had freed him. But did his gratitude indicate he now had an attachment to his liberator?
This was why kindness was scary. Sinope didn't want to be attached. Why did people have to be so caring and do things for each other? Why were they all idiots? Didn't they know they had to save themselves or no one else would?
As he stepped into the mirror from the Mirrorspace Common Room, he completed his mirrorwalk by stepping out on the other side into a back alley in Destiny City. To his great suspicion and unease, however, he heard someone rummaging around a few yards away near the mouth of the alley. At first he guessed it was some thief who had freshly mugged someone and was pawing through the spoils of their deed.
As he checked for other energy signatures, however, and his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the nearest street lamp, he realized that this 'theif' was actually a powered being. What business did they have sorting through the contents of some small, round bag, then?
Had someone really used their powers to steal something? Well, at the very least, they might have been so preoccupied with whatever they had with them that they might not have noticed him come through the mirror that had been hidden behind the dumpster.
"Hey," he called to the stranger, cautiously approaching. The hooded teen's tone lacked anger or judgement, but held a note of curiosity. "You're looking pretty suspicious for someone with an Order signature."xFiction1119 ((I'm so sorry this took me so long and I apologize if it ended up being kinda long/rambly. Please let me know if there's anything I need to change.))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2018 5:18 am
Tracking, fixing, repacking, replacing, and adding more medical packs was a true labor of Sisyphus for Tortuga. By the time he got around to adding new kits it was time to go back to the beginning and check them all over again. Much like the greek tale his toile was never ending but unlike the bolder that Sisyphus was condemned to push up the hill for eternity Tortuga’s packs were at least helpful. Few people knew about them but he still continued on the task, hoping that one day he could actually spread the city map of the kits to every fighter so anyone who would need it knew where to find them. A small part of his mind reminded him about the ring that was on his wonder somewhere, a ring that would share the information of the kits with a larger crowd then he could ever hope for. It would just require going to his wonder, which he had yet to do. Tortuga pulled his mind off of the rather troublesome idea of world hopping… planet hopping actually, and focused on what he was doing. Namely checking a newer kit. One that he had stashed by a powerbox just a bit into a alleyway, easy access but hard to notice. Like most of his kits. The redheaded page shrugged off his backpack, the strap sliding off the green winter coat with a barely any noise, as he fished out the little black package from its hiding space. The plastic ‘bag’, more like a clutch really, was a bit banged up but still sturdy. It hadn’t started to show any signs of sun damage like a few of his other kits, the recycled plastic was still supple and water resistant. No visible punctures which was a good thing, replacing the small collection of supplies due to rain damage was annoying as hell. With a few deft moves the redheaded page opened the medical emergency pack and started to poke through the contents, mentally checking them against a list of the supplies that it was meant to contain. Adhesive bandages, sterile gauze, super glue, duct tape, and an ace bandage. Everything was the- Tortuga’s check was interrupted by a voice calling out from deeper in the alley… a dead end alley that had been empty when he arrived. Damn it. Even as he mentally chided himself about not paying attention to that internal radar that picked up the aura signatures of the other magical denizens of Destiny city, the page turned to face the new person. “Yeah well I was hoping not to be spotted. What I’m doing isn’t exactly illegal but I don’t really want the kits to be randomly stolen. Medical supplies isn’t cheap you know.” Kitomyx its not the greatest tag >.< sorry about that
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2018 2:36 pm
Isn't exactly legal? The teenager began to grin. "Sorry, too late for that. But what is it you're doing, exactly?" Picking up no hostility from the stranger, he allowed his caution to ebb away as he gradually drew closer. As the other young man seemed to have the energy signature of basic power, Sinope wasn't too concerned since his own power level ranked above that.
However, he still knew better than to throw all caution to the wind. The guy looked older than him for certain and potentially bigger, though it was hard to tell while he was bent over his kit. Furthermore, the Dark Mirror Senshi was all too aware that his own magic was practically useless in a real fight. There was the krav maga he had been practicing if it really got down to it, but he sincerely hoped it wouldn't come to that. He hadn't yet tried to utilize those techniques in actual combat before and he wasn't all that confident that he could be effective with it.
"I don't get it. What's that, some sort of medical supply kit? Do you have a secret stash you keep here or something?" He raised a thick brow. "Drugs?" What a weird place to keep a stash of medical supplies; especially if you don't want them stolen. Fiction1119 ((Yous is great. Sorry it took me so long to reply, though >_>; ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2018 6:11 am
Tortuga eyed the approach of the teenager, or atleast what he figured was a teen it was kind of hard to tell with sometimes, he had learned to be leery of anyone who carried a signature of chaos. More so for negaverse then the faction this kid was part of, he remembered the DMC kid who he had encountered in that mess a while ago where Tortuga nearly got his a** killed by some dragon lady. He frowned at the Dark Mirror senshi and was about to explain when the suggestions of drugs had him automatically spitting out, “******** no! Under no circumstance would these kits contain even advil let alone anything stronger!” He had strong opinions on the use of narcotics or other substances. As an EMT he had handled more than enough overdoses to last him a life time and knew he will encounter even more as he continued to work. Besides pills likely wouldn’t be any good left out here for any serious length of time, no matter how well he protected them. He took a deep breath and gathered his composure. “It's a first aid kit. Mostly bandages, some tape, but nothing worth stealing and most definitely no illegal substances.” Without taking his purple gaze from the kid Tortuga gestured to the power box that particular kit had been wedged behind and elaborated, “but hiding it behind that probably isn’t the most legal of things to do but its the cleanest and safest spot I could find in the area.” He eyed the senshi’s outfit and the dead end alley he had strolled up like it wasn’t blocked by a brick wall on the other end. “Your not so squeaky clean yourself kid. What exactly are you doing here?” Was he looking for trouble? A fight? Or some poor homeless person to do… well do whatever mirror senshi did? He didn’t particularly want to fight but if the kid wanted to have a go Tortuga figured better him then some civilian who wouldn’t have the training for such a scuffle. Kitomyx No worries, life comes first ^.^
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