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Who: Walter and you
Where: Forest
When: 16th, noon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[A window on the second floor of Phasma Apartment throws open, and there's a blur of black as something leaps off the sill. Whether it's noticed, the winged creature speeds startlingly toward the forest quadrant (by sheer coincidence in a blind charge), only slowing once several meters in.
The blackness disperses with a sparkle and 14-year-old Walter stumbles forward, twigs crunching under roomy boots. A length of torn cloth is wrapped around his waist to secure long pants, the hems of which he can feel under the soles of his feet. The shirts hang loosely off his frame, but they're not so oversized that he needs to do more. The cape clings to his arms, so he shrugs, tossing it up to rest on his shoulders.
The familiar whites and blues had been the only comforting thing in an unfamiliar room, even if they're a bit big.
He treads carefully deeper in the forest, until he comes across the sizable lake in the center. Crouching, he stares into the expanse of water and frowns. Landlocked.
Should one make the slightest sound of approaching, be it the rustling of the thicket or the snap of a twig, Walter will act before thinking: that would be plunging himself into the water, away from view and safe from dangers of the land. And he'll be down there for minutes, hours even, unless provoked to emerge.
Or he may come out on his own to attack. It's up to how one presents oneself.]
Where: Forest
When: 16th, noon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[A window on the second floor of Phasma Apartment throws open, and there's a blur of black as something leaps off the sill. Whether it's noticed, the winged creature speeds startlingly toward the forest quadrant (by sheer coincidence in a blind charge), only slowing once several meters in.
The blackness disperses with a sparkle and 14-year-old Walter stumbles forward, twigs crunching under roomy boots. A length of torn cloth is wrapped around his waist to secure long pants, the hems of which he can feel under the soles of his feet. The shirts hang loosely off his frame, but they're not so oversized that he needs to do more. The cape clings to his arms, so he shrugs, tossing it up to rest on his shoulders.
The familiar whites and blues had been the only comforting thing in an unfamiliar room, even if they're a bit big.
He treads carefully deeper in the forest, until he comes across the sizable lake in the center. Crouching, he stares into the expanse of water and frowns. Landlocked.
Should one make the slightest sound of approaching, be it the rustling of the thicket or the snap of a twig, Walter will act before thinking: that would be plunging himself into the water, away from view and safe from dangers of the land. And he'll be down there for minutes, hours even, unless provoked to emerge.
Or he may come out on his own to attack. It's up to how one presents oneself.]
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[That's neither a yes nor a no, though he's inclined to go with the former if it'll help them get away. An underwater place? Ridiculous. Laughable. Disgusting. What are the Orerines trying to accomplish?]
This is enough. Is the island guarded?
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But I think there might be a barrier of some kind of people haven't found a way out of here just yet...
[But she hasn't really tried to swim out before...]
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Yes but um...they're all really nice here do you shouldn't have to worry.
[And Walter flipping it in 5...4...3...2...1..........]
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But not all of them are like that. [She shakes her head a bit] I'm certain, there's at least one Orerines out there who doesn't think badly of us. That's right, if there's at least one...
[Senel...]
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That's beyond idealism.
Did a single Orerines hesitate to cut down a Ferines running for his or her life? Of course not.]
After four thousand years, you believe that?
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It was true that for a small moment in her life she honestly believed that the Orerines needed to die, but she knew better then that. With a small gulp, she simple nodded.]
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[And naive.
Walter looks up, vaguely lost in his thoughts.]
The Merines is born. She will right everything with her return. When that happens, you won't have to worry about such a thing anymore.
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But there's still some innocent Orerines that could be caught in such a thing! I just...don't think it's right to kill like that. If there was another way...!
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They started this!
They never belonged. They were the invaders. This is a fate they've made for themselves—it is retribution.
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[Oh what has Shirley walked herself into?]
Then mind if I ask you something? What...what do you think would happen should you see a Ferines betraying your own kind? What would you do?
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. . . What are you saying?
[What are you implying? He looks warier now, beginning to suspect something at play beneath her words.]
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I'm saying...there's always a chance that there's one Ferines that might do horrible things to their own race just like how there's always one Orerines that is kind.
[She notices but she is trying to get across to Walter though]
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[There was a judging tone of voice coming from her. Yes, she does believe in Nerifes. She does believe that he will do what is best for everyone, she doesn't believe that his word is absolute on something like genocide.]</small.
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[His, in contrast, is a challenging one.]
Nerifes' will is absolute.
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What would you do then? [She had a feeling that she knew what his answer was and she felt like it was cruel to ask him this. But, he just had to know]
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[Reminded of sour memories, he's off on a tangent, his visage one of overt anger.]
Our village's end is the very result of trickery. He lied his way in, and see what happened to us! It's only right that we protect the return of the Merines, to ensure none of that happens again. There's no way coexistence between the races can exist—not when they thirst for the blood of our people and use their own children as tools for gain.
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Tell me, what you do think of the child that entered into the village? You said that they were using them as tools for gain but...how do you think he must have felt?
[Try and see Senny's point of view!]
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[She would be lying if there weren't some lingering feelings on Senel keeping her in the dark. Still, the past was the past and they just had to move on and start over again]
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[What Senel feels doesn't matter a damn to Walter, especially now when the anger is just starting to fester after recent events.
He would like to say that he'd kill Senel if they ever crossed paths again, but he doesn't particularly like saying it aloud to a fellow kinsman. That's crude.]
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[Just then, Shirley realized what she just said. Was that enough to give herself away? Maybe not but it was a clue to lead him toward that direction]
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He already asked who she was and she neglected to answer truthfully. The problem is not her, anyway. The problem is Senel.]
He destroyed that chance when the village was attacked. I won't forgive him.
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