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genessia2019-02-16 02:27 pm
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Operation 34 | [Video]
[Skyhouse Suite 102]
[Gale had been in a bit of a rut in recent months, what with working another term as Guardian and all. It hadn't necessarily been a bad thing. It meant he was out and about more, and actually doing good instead of sitting around in his clubs and getting the locals plastered out of their minds. Today seemed off though. He couldn't shake some awful feeling he had. Faye hadn't shown up today. Her not showing up for deputy work wasn't right. Something had to be up.
When he found a break in work, he returned home to the Skyhouse. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. He knocked on her room door, waiting a few moments in between, but received no answer. Against his better judgment he stepped in the room, only to find it empty, with the flowers and box of candy he snuck into her room sitting untouched on the dresser. That awful feeling he had only worsened, spinning on his heel and leaving the room as he pulled out his device. He scrolled through the contacts, now looking frantically for her name. His hand began to tremble as he began to mumble "No" over and over.
His device slid out of his hand and clattered to the floor, grasping his head with his hands as he stared wide eyed at the device.]
It. It can't. No. No, no, no!
[Gale dropped to his knees, letting out an anguished scream.]
[Video]
[Gale had been staring at his phone for a good solid ten minutes. This didn't feel real. He didn't want it to be real. His hand shook as he slowly turned the video on. He was aiming for audio only, but he got video by accident, so to hell with it. He was slumped on the floor as he gave a blank, empty stare to the screen as he gave slow, shaky breaths. Then he quietly spoke.]
Faye is gone.
[His voice was strained. He didn't want to say it, because that all but confirmed it. He inhaled sharply before he gave a dry, pained laugh which completely betrayed the unreadable expression on his face.]
I guess this means Nova will be lookin' another deputy again, huh? Because why the hell wouldn't this happen?
[He gave another strained laugh. This really was his luck, wasn't it? There was nothing to do but laugh, right? Right?]
[Gale had been in a bit of a rut in recent months, what with working another term as Guardian and all. It hadn't necessarily been a bad thing. It meant he was out and about more, and actually doing good instead of sitting around in his clubs and getting the locals plastered out of their minds. Today seemed off though. He couldn't shake some awful feeling he had. Faye hadn't shown up today. Her not showing up for deputy work wasn't right. Something had to be up.
When he found a break in work, he returned home to the Skyhouse. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. He knocked on her room door, waiting a few moments in between, but received no answer. Against his better judgment he stepped in the room, only to find it empty, with the flowers and box of candy he snuck into her room sitting untouched on the dresser. That awful feeling he had only worsened, spinning on his heel and leaving the room as he pulled out his device. He scrolled through the contacts, now looking frantically for her name. His hand began to tremble as he began to mumble "No" over and over.
His device slid out of his hand and clattered to the floor, grasping his head with his hands as he stared wide eyed at the device.]
It. It can't. No. No, no, no!
[Gale dropped to his knees, letting out an anguished scream.]
[Video]
[Gale had been staring at his phone for a good solid ten minutes. This didn't feel real. He didn't want it to be real. His hand shook as he slowly turned the video on. He was aiming for audio only, but he got video by accident, so to hell with it. He was slumped on the floor as he gave a blank, empty stare to the screen as he gave slow, shaky breaths. Then he quietly spoke.]
Faye is gone.
[His voice was strained. He didn't want to say it, because that all but confirmed it. He inhaled sharply before he gave a dry, pained laugh which completely betrayed the unreadable expression on his face.]
I guess this means Nova will be lookin' another deputy again, huh? Because why the hell wouldn't this happen?
[He gave another strained laugh. This really was his luck, wasn't it? There was nothing to do but laugh, right? Right?]
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Yeah. I absolutely get that. Spent most of my life on the run from demons hunting down the last remnants of my old man's blood. But yeah... I definitely get that. Part of the trick of not snapping, though? Stop giving a fuck about what happens "if".
Don't think about the future, just concentrate on living one moment at a time.
[He hands the small sake dish to Gale.] And in this moment, we're drinking.
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[He said it with a quiet scoff.]
Before that's how I was always content to live my life. I never used to care about the "if". At home I was just a weapon, so I made it a point to get in the face of my "godly overlords" and if I died eventually, then I died. I didn't care about anything but the moment.
[In the back of his mind, he still wondered if he was better off just being a weapon rather than an individual person. And in a way, he could quietly appreciate that Dante did understand to some extent, even if Gale wasn't sure if Dante fully understood the extent of what he meant by mentioning his risk of fully mentally snapping. He would choose to push the thought away, quietly laughing as he took the sake dish.]
This place's been makin' me soft.
[He raised the dish in a silent toast before downing the sake in one go... and immediately regretting that decision. Once the drink was down, he let out a few heavy coughs.]
Holy shit, [He coughed again.] That's a burn I haven't felt in nearly a fuckin' decade.
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[He shrugs, baby steps.]
It's been making you human my dude. In my line of work, I come across a bunch of living weapons. I've got a whole armory of 'em. But here's the thing, being a weapon kinda sucks ass. Just ask my old man.
[He jerks a thumb at the massive fleshy blade hanging on the wall behind him.]
And yeah, being human sucks at times too, but it's worth it. We can't appreciate the good without contrasting it to the bad. I wouldn't be able to enjoy just taking a nap with a good song in the background if I didn't know what it was like to live on the street, scrounging for food and wondering if today was the day the demons would find and kill me.
That's the thing about humans though. Live deals 'em a bad hand all the goddamn time, and yet, they place full houses in spite of it.
[Dante is unsure if his pep talk is going to do any good, but it's worth a shot at least.]
Oni sake, straight from Old Hell. Strong enough to kill a normal person, but for us at least we can get buzzed.
[Dante mirrors the toast before downing his sake.]
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I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't question on numerous occasions if I can even be considered human anymore.
[He places a hand over his throat. That gray skin and its accompanying markings remind him every day of what he is. Sure, he makes it seem like he doesn't care, but he's asked that question a multitude of times. If nothing else, that burn in his throat and chest was reminding him he was alive.]
It's kinda ironic. I question if I'm nothin' more than a science experiment for a genocidal mission, then when shit like this happens, I ask myself why the "Good Doctor" didn't get rid of my emotions while he fucked with my body.
[His thoughts were as fragmented as what he actually said aloud. What he said seemed like he was just saying them to get them out there, so he didn't have to keep sitting on them.]
I have a bad tendency to remind myself that I should be dead.
[He rests his head on the shoulder to look at Dante.]
That's the shit I keep on hand for ya at Hangar Queen? Damn. Maybe I will end up drunk by the end of this. Hope you won't mind me borrowin' your couch.
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[Dante pours the two of them another drink as he talks.]
Whatever the reasons, it doesn't really matter. Whether it was an oversight on his part or deliberate, the point of the matter is that you still have that humanity. Fuck the guy that did that.
[He nods.]
It is, but I'd recommend going light on it. And yeah, couch is always open dude.