恙神 涯 (Tsutsugami Gai) (
voidseeing) wrote2013-10-17 12:44 am
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[Accidental Voice/Action]
[The journal pops open as it hits the ground, the camera pointed straight upwards into the trees. There's nothing to be seen other than branches and leaves, and at first it may seem like just an accident... but the sounds that it picks up make it very clear this isn't just someone being careless and letting their journal fall out of a bag. In fact, the very first thing that anyone will hear is the sharp report of a gunshot, followed immediately by yelling.]
Law! Behind you!
On it. Room. [There’s a flash and the branches and leaves are now washed out by a blue glow. There’s the sound of a growl, the snap of electricity, and then an explosion.] Watch out! They’re swarming!
[Two more gunshots echo over the journals.]
Damn it... how many of them are there?
Can’t tell yet, Gai. [More explosions, and the crack of wood being torn apart. Then the groan and thud of trees crashing down.] They’re still coming out of the woodwork.
[Another shot.]
Guess we should be honored they felt we needed this much of a welcoming committee.
Goodness knows I’m flattered. [Metal clanging.] Perhaps this is what they think consists of therapy. [A crack.] Ugh. Well, if they’re offering, who am I to refuse? I’ve got a few issues to work out…
Too bad I prefer my therapy to be one on one.
[Another clang, then a thud. There's another wash of light, this time silver rather than blue-- a light that should be very familiar to a certain Shu Ouma if he happens to be looking into the journal while all of this is going down.
The sounds of combat continue for a while longer, at last dwindling down to an almost painful silence. This silence lingers for a long moment, heavy, until Gai's voice finally breaks it, exhausted yet triumphant.]
... they'd better not charge us for that session.
[Anyone who happens by the Battle Dome after this little spectacle will be treated to the sight of a battered and exhausted Gai and Law surrounded by droid fragments and damaged trees. They're in surprisingly good spirits considering what just happened, though some healing would be very much appreciated right about now.]
Law! Behind you!
On it. Room. [There’s a flash and the branches and leaves are now washed out by a blue glow. There’s the sound of a growl, the snap of electricity, and then an explosion.] Watch out! They’re swarming!
[Two more gunshots echo over the journals.]
Damn it... how many of them are there?
Can’t tell yet, Gai. [More explosions, and the crack of wood being torn apart. Then the groan and thud of trees crashing down.] They’re still coming out of the woodwork.
[Another shot.]
Guess we should be honored they felt we needed this much of a welcoming committee.
Goodness knows I’m flattered. [Metal clanging.] Perhaps this is what they think consists of therapy. [A crack.] Ugh. Well, if they’re offering, who am I to refuse? I’ve got a few issues to work out…
Too bad I prefer my therapy to be one on one.
[Another clang, then a thud. There's another wash of light, this time silver rather than blue-- a light that should be very familiar to a certain Shu Ouma if he happens to be looking into the journal while all of this is going down.
The sounds of combat continue for a while longer, at last dwindling down to an almost painful silence. This silence lingers for a long moment, heavy, until Gai's voice finally breaks it, exhausted yet triumphant.]
... they'd better not charge us for that session.
[Anyone who happens by the Battle Dome after this little spectacle will be treated to the sight of a battered and exhausted Gai and Law surrounded by droid fragments and damaged trees. They're in surprisingly good spirits considering what just happened, though some healing would be very much appreciated right about now.]
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What makes you think they need ideas? They don't seem to have any trouble coming up with those on their own.
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Maybe their creative team has slow days.
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[And there's a sigh to that.]
Maybe a little. You'd think they'd want to treat us better to keep our loyalty or somethin'...all things considered.
[Yeah, he's referring to you know what.]
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Ever hear of Stockholm Syndrome?
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Is that some kind of allergy?
[That'd be a no. This one did not psychology in school.]
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[A description like that seemed to accurately describe Clove. Willing to just throw her arms in with them and justify all their actions.]
And what do you mean by dirty work?
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[He's not being hypocritical here-- his reasons for going on missions are mainly to gather as much intel as he can.]
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[Of course, he can't really argue with that logic. He's only gone on missions for points so far. Points to try and spend on a computer.]
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[Like Clove. And it angers him, because he likes and respects her otherwise.]
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[Clove fit all the traits Gai described.]
At the same time...I can sort of see their reasoning behind it. I mean, some of them had it worse back home. Not that I don't agree that it's the dumbest reasoning in existence, but, I can understand it.
[Clove had gone into him about that before too. Maybe that's why he was defending her or at least people like just slightly.]
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[Gai had mentioned it he was sure. During their little shout out if he recalled.]
That may be true for a lot of people but for those people who are brainwashed, they might think it's the only option. Or maybe they just didn't have any free will to begin with.
As sad as that sounds.
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[Cross does sound sincere about it too. When he thinks back on it, he hasn't met many people that have come to agree with anything the Malnosso has done.]
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[Leading Funeral Parlor has taught Gai a lot about human nature, its worst facets included.]
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[After all, most people would listen wouldn't they? Not everyone was stubborn.]
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[Pot meet kettle.]
So, are you uh...all bandaged up now and y'know-not bleeding?
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[He's already putting the bandages back into the first aid kit, which he then closes and hands over to Cross.]
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[He takes the kit back from Gai.]
You gonna be okay with getting to an actual doctor? Or getting to a bed?
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[He'll give Gai a bit of a quick salute like gesture with his hand before he turns to leave.]
Try not to get ambushed before the doctors get a chance at fixin' you.
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