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deercountry2021-11-06 07:42 pm
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Entry tags:
House meeting
Who: Reaper (no_reload), Fern (laminae), Luz (imaglyphwitch), Luca (schoolingfish), Varian (droptheious)
What: Disaster House has a meeting
When: Beginning of November
Where: Disaster House in Cassandra
Content Warnings: Will add as they come up.
[Reaper had taken his time with recovery, which left him trapped in his room for a few days. When it seemed that he could get around without having long episodes of shortness of breath, he appeared more downstairs. That's where he happened to be, settled into a chair with the other occupants of the house.
He knew they had questions, knew that most of them would have to do with Lance's outburst on the network. That wasn't the kid's fault; they didn't always control their Omens. And Lance had been circling the drain for years now, barely holding on. Not the kid's fault. For as long as he had known Lance, the kid had been teetering on the edge of a mental crisis.
However, this wasn't about Lance right now. This was about the household where he resided, and many of the youngsters who lived in it. As the eldest, he knew that his position here was the most tenuous.
So Reaper sat quietly, one ankle crossed over his other knee. He remained in comfortable black clothing, and while situations like these usually had him wearing his mask, he had decided against it. Instead, his scarred face was bare, though he kept his hood up to cover most of his white hair. His gloved hands were folded in his lap, thumbs clasping the mask that he would normally wear. Instead, it lightly tapped against his thigh.]
So, I suppose we should call this meeting to order, hmm?
no_reload), Fern (laminae), Luz (imaglyphwitch), Luca (schoolingfish), Varian (droptheious)What: Disaster House has a meeting
When: Beginning of November
Where: Disaster House in Cassandra
[Reaper had taken his time with recovery, which left him trapped in his room for a few days. When it seemed that he could get around without having long episodes of shortness of breath, he appeared more downstairs. That's where he happened to be, settled into a chair with the other occupants of the house.
He knew they had questions, knew that most of them would have to do with Lance's outburst on the network. That wasn't the kid's fault; they didn't always control their Omens. And Lance had been circling the drain for years now, barely holding on. Not the kid's fault. For as long as he had known Lance, the kid had been teetering on the edge of a mental crisis.
However, this wasn't about Lance right now. This was about the household where he resided, and many of the youngsters who lived in it. As the eldest, he knew that his position here was the most tenuous.
So Reaper sat quietly, one ankle crossed over his other knee. He remained in comfortable black clothing, and while situations like these usually had him wearing his mask, he had decided against it. Instead, his scarred face was bare, though he kept his hood up to cover most of his white hair. His gloved hands were folded in his lap, thumbs clasping the mask that he would normally wear. Instead, it lightly tapped against his thigh.]
So, I suppose we should call this meeting to order, hmm?
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So...why did you do it? Why'd you kill that guy?
[He hesitates, then adds...]
The killing someone thing...it's not something that's likely to happen again, is it?
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He did like to lean back on plausible deniability.]
That was two years ago. He had killed my best friend.
[He had to keep his expression blank at the second question. He doubted that Luca understood how both difficult and loaded that question actually was.]
I'm a hunter. Before that I was a mercenary. Killing is a part of my job.
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[Well, if there was ever a good reason to kill someone, that was it.]
I don't know what I'd do if someone ever killed Alberto. He's...my best friend from back home.
[And Luca can't really hold it against him. Heck, even Luca once held a human at harpoon point (very briefly) when they were hurting Alberto. Sure, his hands were shaking the entire time, and he was just as scared of the harpoon he himself was holding as he was the human in question, but still. He can't promise that he wouldn't possibly go too far if Alberto was killed. The next answer gives him more questions, though.]
A hunter? But hunters don't hunt people, right? I thought they hunted stuff like beasts. And monsters, I guess, but the kind of monster that's here and doesn't talk. Not...like...the kind of monster I am.
[Which is an important distinction.]
And...um...I don't know much about mercenaries.
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[Which was ironic coming from him, but Reaper had been killing for most of his life thanks to being in war for so many years. Then trying to establish peace in war-torn countries. For him, he recognized a long time ago that whatever was left of his soul would be heading straight for damnation for all that he had done.
And kids like Luca? They should be spared that sort of action as much as possible. Part of the reason that he had gone to war, stayed in it and then been killed by it was so that kids like Luca wouldn't have to experience what he did. They could have a normal and hopefully happy life.
Would he kill? Of course. Did he have his reasons? Always.]
If people become corrupted enough, they become dangerous like beasts, and sometimes they are not salvageable. In some cases, its a reality that the most merciful thing for them is to stop them from hurting others.
[He tilted his head, a soft snort of amusement coming from him.]
You're not a monster, Luca. No matter what appearance you have, I doubt anyone I know would consider you such.
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[It's depressing to think that someone could get so corrupted that there was no saving them, but it certainly sounds like Reaper is going to use his best judgement on situations like that.]
Thanks. I know no one in the house does. And I know no one I've met here whose found out about it seems to, either, but I still feel like I should clarify when I say 'monster'.
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[Well, maybe. He actually had no idea how blood corruption worked for those that had to be killed, but this kid was probably optimistic enough to not need to think about such heavy thoughts. It had been a long time since he had to curb what was perfectly normal to talk about with young adults.]
Good. You're perfectly unique. I've seen some actual monsters and they are never so friendly.
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[Luca hopes no one in this house ever goes that far.]
Yeah, back home I don't think actual monsters like they have here were a thing.
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[He didn't think Luca should have to witness anything like that, but if Trench was anything like Deerington, he was skeptical that all of them could prevent it long-term. Who knew. Luca could be fortunate.]
Perhaps not in appearance. I expect everywhere has monsters of a different kind. As long as you're safe, that's what matters.
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Yeah...I guess if you mean figurative monsters, every world has those.
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Yes, that's how old tales are created. Does your world have tales that involve monsters?
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At least you are relatively safe here.
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[And no 300,000 lira reward for dead sea monsters. But, of course, this conversation and how nice Reaper's been while explaining everything has completely convinced Luca that while there are likely many threats in the Trench, Reaper is not one of them.]
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[Reaper was all about everyone knowing how to defend themselves from threats. He had learned from a young age, and he expected the young ones to be given that knowledge too. Everywhere they went had some level of danger after all.]
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[Growing up he'd just been taught to find an underwater cave to hide in if there was danger. The idea of actually trying to fight terrifies him, since he very much doubts he'd be able to do something like that.]
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You will. Either Fern or myself will teach you. It's a good skill to know even if you never have to use it.
[Running was a good standard to have, but when that avenue ran out, it was good to have a back-up.]
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[And he has literally no confidence that he'll be an actual competent fighter. He's more of the bookworm type.]
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[He wasn't about to make everyone into a combat specialist, but he wanted these kids to know when to stand their ground and fight or take flight.]
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Oh, yeah. I'm pretty quick. I even won a triathlon once! I mean, that was kind of because it started raining and I turned back and ended up being chased with a harpoon through the last part of the race, but I still won! And I was faster than a full grown adult that was chasing me!
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He eyed Luca for a moment to consider it. Kid seemed a bit too sprig-like to be able to complete a full length one, but then again, being chased was a good reason to be quick.]
Adrenaline will do that, but clearly you have good stamina... I think you'll learn dodging well then.
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Oh, yeah. Believe me, sheer terror definitely made a huge difference. And yeah, dodging I can do.
[After all, look at him! He doesn't have a single harpoon scar!]
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[Well, he was going to have to set up a training protocol based specifically in not getting hit. He would likely do that over some form of cooking.]
We'll get together once I have a plan for you.
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[He still doesn't know how well he'll do, but he at least feels more confident knowing the plan will likely involve more being fast and agile than being strong.]