[ action | closed ] terrible things happen to good people every day

[black_black_heart]

xxxxxxxxxx"Consequentially, I am not one of the good people.
xxxxxxxxxxI am one of the terrible things."

xxxxxxxxxx — Marianna Paige

Who: Cassian Lynch, Trahearne, Abel Nightroad, Tannusen (and possibly more, will add as needed)
What: Multiple threads involving the Quiet Minds event and its aftermath.
When: First thread is on Friday the 13th. Subsequent threads are anything from a few hours to over a week later.
Warnings: A LOT. Graphic violence and gore, on-screen character death and dismemberment, cannibalism, attempted sexual assault, mentions of past assault, and more angst in the aftermath than you can shake a tree at.

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[black_black_heart]

"Is it terrible?" Tannusen asked, sounding distracted. He held onto Abel's arm, obviously not doing so great in the balance department. "I promise, I earned it. Weird coming back as myself, though, that's a first."

[02crusnikabel]

"One shouldn't make a light joke of their own death." He said. "Especially, if what you said...is what I think happened to you, then yeah." Said the priest, but he's being casually about.

"I suppose I know that weird feeling of getting your body back together as a whole unit, that sort of thing." Abel said, as he held Tannusen gently, guiding the way by walking him. "All right, just take your time taking the first step."

"I remember the first day I arrived here. I walked out of the Bay and into the city. No one greeted me because nobody knows me. I just dragged my tired body to the commonspace and slept for days. To feel my head reconnected to my neck, that's...the weird coming back as myself too."

[black_black_heart]

"Oh come on, if I can't laugh at my death, who can? And you... had your head cut off?" Tannusen sounded pretty impressed by that, and he let himself be lead along. "I remember a few of my deaths, but standard procedure is reincarnation into another human life, to wake back up in my teens and possibly remember a little of what came before, but also very possibly not."

Although he... hadn't been sure that would even happen, here. There were no royal bengal tigers on this world that he knew of, and pooka were irreversibly tied to their animal affinity's fate. Murdering himself could have easily led to his final spark of sentience going out for good.

It hadn't been worth hesitating, though.

[02crusnikabel]

"It happened back home in my homeworld." Said the priest calmly. "My twin brother, Cain, he used his powers and blew my head off. He made a bloody mess out of me. His only reason to kill me because he wanted to consume me so he can possess my powers. It's a vampire thing." In a cannibalistic way.

"Oh reincarnation? That doesn't sound like a bad idea as oppose to go to the eternal afterlife." Still, the kind priest lead Tannusen back to his home, at the front door of his bar after walking him several blocks.

"Here we are. Would you be fine from here? I mean, if you're hungry, I can cook you something on the light, but if you feel unwell, nothing beats sleeping off."

[black_black_heart]

"Ah, relatives... aren't they great?" Tannu shook his head. He was pretty sure he'd been chewed on after he'd died this time, considering Cassian's apparent plans to hunt him down -- literally. It didn't really bother him; dead meat was dead meat. At least someone had gotten something out of it, right? Whatever.

"You may as well come in, I could use the distraction," Tannusen fumbled with the lock for a moment, and then pushed the door open. The bar was quiet, closed in the day-time; dormant, chairs up on tables, menus tucked away. Tannusen switched the lights on and took a moment to look the place over, once inside.

He very nearly hadn't come back at all.

"Eternal afterlife, huh? Doesn't really apply. As far as anyone can tell, once I stop reincarnating, I'll just... stop existing." Which really didn't sound so bad, once one hit a certain level of self-loathing. Absolutely terrifying, but not... so bad.

Existence kinda sucked.

"I've actually heard of other people dying on their own world and waking up here. I guess your brother missed out on his meal."

[02crusnikabel]

[OOC: Sorry, I was away on vacation and this got lost in the inbox!]



If Abel knew what happened between Tannusen and Cassian, his only wish and desire is to see if he could help out his friends. But dead is dead, and it’s too late to go back now.

At the pooka's invite to his makeshift home and workplace, “Really? I could enter inside? All right.” Once the door is opened, he helped the poor tiger in. Everything is dark inside, and it’s going to be a while for Tannusen to recover from his injured pride among other things, and when light is turned on.

“Tannusen, don’t worry about the afterlife. I think God loves everyone, regardless who you are and where you come from.” Abel used to worry over the state of his soul, but being a long lived being himself of 950 years himself. “As for that, people dying on their world, I guess it’s true, I’m a testament to that.” He has no comment on his twin brother bit, as that is his own personal quest.

Abel studied the layout of the entire bar. “Still, do you want anything to eat or drink? If you’re unwell, then off to the bed you go.” He said, insistent again, his nature is quite different than Cassian as he’s pays more attention to the welfare of others, other than himself, as a selfless priest.

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen made a face at that bit about God, and stumbled further into his own territory. No deities need apply, here. "Fine, I'll lay down. Hit the lights on the way out, would you?"

He had no Glamour with which to draw a Portal Passage into the secret basement of the building, nor to shift into his other form. But it wouldn't be his first time laying down on a wooden floor in human shape, not by a long shot.

[02crusnikabel]

In that case, Abel will stopped mentioning about it.

Goodness, is he that tired? "Sure I'll turned off the lights-...hey, the wooden floor isn't a comfortable place to sleep. Unless you like flat surfaces for your back."

But by the looks of it, the wooden floor is more preferable to the tiger than the dread irons structures and medicine sterile smells within the hospital facility. Pushing up his glasses, Abel shut off the lights, leaving the bar nice and dark. Abel thinks he'll be okay now that he's home.

By then, Abel is by the door, on his way out, and he thinks he did his job here, making sure his friend is safe. "You'll be okay? I guess I'll see you later then?"

[black_black_heart]

A lot of things were preferable to Tannusen than staying in a hospital, Abel was definitely right about that! Actual torture was preferable! At least it didn't raise banality and burn his soul like the worst possible acid.

"Sure," the pooka pulled himself under one of the pool tables. Just in case he was still flat when the place opened that night. Very possible; he didn't know yet if anyone had been running it in his absence or not. "Gimme like a week and I'll be fine."

One way or another.