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deercountry2021-11-06 07:42 pm
no_reload) wrote in deercountry2021-11-06 07:42 pm
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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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.]