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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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Wait, seriously? I would like to see that.
[Luz gave herself away. She totally would].
How exactly can you START corrupted?
Each member of this house along get into shenanigans. Trust me, you wouldn't have to be involved.
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If I chose to...
[He looked at her from beyond his hood and smirked.]
Some of us came to this place damned, and we are willing to experiment...
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Experiment huh? That sounds kinda suspect.
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[Story of his life really...]
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[Luz was still mystified about how some people thought, so she was always curious if their efforts were at least worth it].
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[It had come with great personal sacrifice, but that was fine too.]
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Maybe we all have to find that at some point then.
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[Reaper, being the cynic that he was, expected that the more knowledge, the more that someone would weaponize it or use it against the rest of them. It just meant they needed more knowledge to combat such individuals.]
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[The New World was their oyster, as the saying went.]
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[That was an open-ended answer...but then, it was an open-ended question too, wasn't it? The moment each of them made the decision to live in Trench, that was a choice to live in a world where the danger would still be, but you'd be with the people you made the connection to in Deerington.
Meanwhile, new people would arrive, and this world became THEIR first Deerington, and even still, there was the unseen knowledge begging to be sought out.
Luz had taken steps herself, hadn't she, in learning how far she could go here? That there was an unseen world where she could explore what these new abilities meant, and how they related to her own magic]?
Well. It worked in the Boiling Isles. Why not here?
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Pushing boundaries was a necessary risk as far as he was concerned.]
Exactly. The only thing holding someone back is motivation and sheer guile.
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And maybe this was something she and Reaver saw eye to eye on here].
I agree with that. So. I hope whatever happens now, if you're a part of this household, we try to look out for each other when we can. If you're mostly smoke while I'm around, that's your choice, but I wouldn't mind getting to know you more.
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[And in the end, Reaper had been asked to leave the house, and he had complied.]
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[Luz wouldn't be thrilled by the end decision, but she would stand by the choice the house made.