恙神 涯 (Tsutsugami Gai) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voidseeing) wrote2013-08-23 12:39 am
voidseeing) wrote2013-08-23 12:39 am
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[Anonymous Voice/Written]
[The events of a week and a half ago still hang heavy over Gai's mind, something that's unusual for him. He's had his body altered without his consent, even his mind during a few experiments before, but to have his memory messed with... it's far more disconcerting than even he wants to admit. Add in everything else that happened, and you've got one broody former terrorist leader who can't even take out his unhappiness in the Battle Dome due to that damn virus.
So he opts to express himself in another way that's familiar to him, one that doesn't require any physical exertion. Something tells him that he's not the only one feeling this way right now...
When the journal entry begins, the camera is covered, obscuring its owner. All there is is a song playing over the journals, letting the music and the lyrics speak for themselves.
But that isn't all. Once it finishes playing, a written message will appear in a neat and practiced hand.]
There is a universal constant among this world and every other. The world will always force a choice on those within it: either to sit quietly by and be selected out, or to adapt and change. Those are the only two paths that can be chosen.
Our opponents made a fatal mistake when they expected us to choose the former. They underestimated our desire to survive, and that proved to be their undoing. We rose to the challenge, and we survived. And we will keep on surviving, no matter what they may try to send at us. We won't roll over and play dead the way they expect us to.
Well done, Luceti. You should be proud.
So he opts to express himself in another way that's familiar to him, one that doesn't require any physical exertion. Something tells him that he's not the only one feeling this way right now...
When the journal entry begins, the camera is covered, obscuring its owner. All there is is a song playing over the journals, letting the music and the lyrics speak for themselves.
But that isn't all. Once it finishes playing, a written message will appear in a neat and practiced hand.]
There is a universal constant among this world and every other. The world will always force a choice on those within it: either to sit quietly by and be selected out, or to adapt and change. Those are the only two paths that can be chosen.
Our opponents made a fatal mistake when they expected us to choose the former. They underestimated our desire to survive, and that proved to be their undoing. We rose to the challenge, and we survived. And we will keep on surviving, no matter what they may try to send at us. We won't roll over and play dead the way they expect us to.
Well done, Luceti. You should be proud.
[written] NOT IN A MILLIO - okay
[written] What Booker doesn't know won't hurt him!
[written] damn kids
[written] 8D
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[He can't help it.]
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[Gai is no fool; he knows damn well that his reputation was a large part of what kept Funeral Parlor in line.]
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[Booker knew from first-hand experience that men who were afraid of their commanding officers were more likely to make talk about overthrowing him - killing him in his sleep, or worse. The regiments that had more...accessible leaders didn't make one peep about it. They loved their commanders.]
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[It takes a balance of both to be an effective leader. Gai never really cared whether people liked him as a person or not. As long as they respected him as a leader, that was what mattered.]
[written] - sorry this took so long >>;
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