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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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[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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What would you say to those who do?
[Or rather, Shirley has forgiven Senel in someways but in another, she doesn't. However, she knows that it's all the past. They just got to keep moving forward. What else can they do?]
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And, ultimately—] That they're too soft. That we were too soft. And that's what he used.
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[...]
I think I can relate to that a bit. I guess that's something we have in common, we both are weak but...we're learning from it and trying to move on from the past.
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It's not the same thing, and that this woman would say it is is just wrong.]
Orerines are ignorant. They can't move on from what they don't know.
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Then it seems that we both have made our decision. I think we'll just have to agree to disagree on what Orerines can and can't do.