February Catch-All

[justoscar]

Who: Oscar Pine 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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[opress]

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.

[justoscar]

There would be tears. The floodgates had already been breached; between finding two of his friends' bodies under his roof and the growing chaos within Trench, the well was dry. Quietly, Oscar regarded both the stranger and his beast for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

"I don't know," he repeated, more firmly as he reached for the strange internal balance born of a fate not meant to be his that had girded him through disasters already. This was difficult, but not impossible.

He had already seen hell, and lied to her face.

"We found her body in her room, already cold and starting to decay. Whatever happened to her... it wasn't natural.

[opress]

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.

Sorry for the wait

[justoscar]

"... I didn't actually see the body,"

He admitted, nervous about how this person would react. For once, Oscar was in a position where he didn't have a lot of answers, and it was unnerving.

"My mentor took care of everything himself and wouldn't let others help. I suppose that's his right, though. He's the oldest in the house and he knows how to handle difficult problems."

[opress]

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.

[justoscar]

Normally Oscar would shake his head and deny being able to tell Savage anything. However, in this instant, he suspected that actually sharing information might help ease the stranger's anger and hurt.

Taking a deep breath, he heaved a sigh.

"His name is Ozpin. He's the guy who lived in this house before any of us, back before the dream collapsed. If he knows you're a friend of Willow's, he might be willing to talk."

[opress]

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.