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Oscar 'Little Cute Boy' Pine ([personal profile] justoscar) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-02-12 09:32 pm

February Catch-All

Who: Oscar Pine [personal profile] justoscar + Assorted
What: A log wherein threads for various plots will be gathered
When: Throughout February
Where: Clockhouse + Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: TBD
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[personal profile] opress 2022-02-14 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
It was uncharacteristic for Willow to not show for their reading sessions. He wasn't upset at all, aware that things came up in Trench that couldn't be avoided. The chocolate situation that he was hearing about could have caused her to disappear to do... whatever those caused a person to do.

However, it was unlike Willow not to answer him within a few hours. She was generally quite prompt. With her uncertainty when it came to how his brother had made a public declaration of future battle, he had offered to escort her from the lamp that she would typically use. He had decided to take it upon himself to assure himself of her safety before calling off the study session off.

He had been to her house before, escorting her on several occasions. He'd never gone inside and never wanted to. Still, he approached the familiar house with his usual lumbering stalk and noted that there was someone he didn't recognize and what he had come to know as a horse.

At first, he thought nothing of it. People had roommates. People waited for others. It wouldn't be considered unusual. He made no attempt to hide his direct line towards the house.
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[personal profile] opress 2022-02-22 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Savage came to a stop when he was addressed by the humanling, looking the young man up and down. He couldn't recall this one, so any interactions had clearly not made significant impression on him.

He glanced at the house which had been his purpose and then back at the humanling.

"I'm here for Willow. We have a scheduled arrangement she missed." He wasn't actually here to cause trouble; he tended to leave that sort of activity for his brother.
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[personal profile] opress 2022-02-23 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Savage knew that look. It seemed typical across most sentient species who were capable of dynamic facial expressions. The lack of helmets or other expression blockers meant that he could watch this humanling's expression shift in real time, and he didn't even need the verbal confirmation to know why Willow hadn't come to their arranged meeting.

From further down the street where he had come, a low rumbling bellow sounded and his Omen, Brute, lumbered out from a side-street. Another louder bellow and the Reek picked up a trot down the street, shaking a threatening head at any vehicle in the way.

He watched with an impassive expression, watching the human then glancing to the house and back again. "How?"
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[personal profile] opress 2022-02-23 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
There was going to be tears, weren't there? Savage wasn't used to dealing with any species actually shedding tears, usually because he wasn't dealing with people actually in touch with their emotions. This small human did seem very upset with the loss, so was likely a friend of Willow's. She did seem likeable by human standards and definitely by any Zabrak standards.

He stood there rooted on the spot that he had taken up, almost frustrated out of his surprise at her being dead by the lack of information. Surely someone knew how, why, and when she had died. She was... too popular not to be noticed in such a way.

His omen had trotted the distance to him and nudged him with a big cheek horn. He ignored the beast for now, processing.

"Where was she felled? I want to see her." He needed to confirm with his own eyes possible injuries. It would dictate his next move.
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[personal profile] opress 2022-02-25 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps her demise had been another threat from within or without of Trench. Perhaps it wasn't the gut feeling that he had that something had a chance of occurring between her and his brother. She had said she would take precautions. Maybe it was a zealot or a beast, or an accident.

Why did he even want to know? She was a human who had been kind towards him, but he knew if he grew angry, if he released the deep well of hatred and his fury that she would back away. They all had to. Only the kits born on the dark side hub of Dathomir naturally knew the danger of one another and accepted it. So what if Willow died? She would come back; death had no permanence here.

He glanced at the youngling, keeping his expression sharp as he sorted through his internal emotions.

"Was a weapon used on her? Could you tell?" Stop. He needed to walk away. Even if it was Maul, nothing would change. He'd stand with his brother; he'd made a promise - influenced by the magic of the witches yes - to walk with Maul.
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[personal profile] opress 2022-03-04 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Savage sighed through his nose, shaking his head as he looked at the house beyond. It seemed to him that this boy didn't have much information, which left him wanting to go in to check for himself while also just walking away.

He had a lot on his mind, and he was uncomfortable knowing that Willow was dead. He wasn't offended by dead bodies, but... it wasn't going to happen here it seemed. The kid was clearly upset.

"Who is your mentor?" Maybe he'd go that direction.
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[personal profile] opress 2022-03-11 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Savage likely wouldn't have been satisfied with being told to go away, so at least some information meant that he wasn't about to kick down the door and go looking. He experienced unfavourable and uncomfortable emotions, but they had never been things he had felt for anyone outside of his own kin and more specifically his own bloodline.

Ozpin. He'd never heard that name before, and it was unique. Perhaps he would look into his brother's tactics and try to research first. Charging in headlong with false information would do him no good; Savage didn't have friends.

"Perhaps another time. I'm too angry over her death for more civil conversation where I have to pull information," he remarked. It was more than anger, but he wasn't going to focus on anything other than that. "Keep her safe when she returns."

Then he turned to leave.