lend me your eyes, 'cause I'm losing my sight.
characters; cecil, open.
setting/location; ex favila; corpsegrounds.
date & time; free time day, early morning. really early.
briefing; Listen up, this log is a funny one. It's the first part of Cecil's disposal plan, and will consist mainly of gathering up the bodies that are making a rather gross smell around Exfav. It'll be updated eventually (when I can stay on aim long enough to speak to a mod about whether or not he can get permission to reach the surface and burn 'em.) Till then, all interaction is good!
Cecil was always an early riser. From Baron's military drilling he'd experienced as he was a soldier back home, to the more difficult endurance training a dark knight was expected to undertake including such early mornings; and even travelling his world later in his life and learning to keep one eye open figuratively, it was something the knight would most likely never grow out of. Commonplace. Normality. Routine. As was battle.
There was nothing routine about the task he was currently undertaking, however. In the six months the knight had been here, He had never truly gotten used to such heavy losses, and such despair. He was hardly one to dwell any more, not when his past had been so bloodstained and cleansed, yet still. This... The demon helm and demon armor which made man demon in turn did not show any reaction, any sorrow... anything as demon stooped to pick decomposing bodies from where they'd been dumped, even at the sick sounds of rotted flesh melded into rotting flesh tore as he lifted them -- all that was viewable in Ex-favila's darkness his helm's glowing eyes.
"Such cruelty. It's inhuman." Distant words echoed in the demon's mind; long since past and so very far away, yet ringing with the same clarity as if they'd just been uttered. Silently, he turned and took heavy steps towards a small cart behind him, placing the body upon it as if it was but a newborn child. With care. Respect. And he turned, walking towards the pile oncemore.
setting/location; ex favila; corpsegrounds.
date & time; free time day, early morning. really early.
briefing; Listen up, this log is a funny one. It's the first part of Cecil's disposal plan, and will consist mainly of gathering up the bodies that are making a rather gross smell around Exfav. It'll be updated eventually (when I can stay on aim long enough to speak to a mod about whether or not he can get permission to reach the surface and burn 'em.) Till then, all interaction is good!
Cecil was always an early riser. From Baron's military drilling he'd experienced as he was a soldier back home, to the more difficult endurance training a dark knight was expected to undertake including such early mornings; and even travelling his world later in his life and learning to keep one eye open figuratively, it was something the knight would most likely never grow out of. Commonplace. Normality. Routine. As was battle.
There was nothing routine about the task he was currently undertaking, however. In the six months the knight had been here, He had never truly gotten used to such heavy losses, and such despair. He was hardly one to dwell any more, not when his past had been so bloodstained and cleansed, yet still. This... The demon helm and demon armor which made man demon in turn did not show any reaction, any sorrow... anything as demon stooped to pick decomposing bodies from where they'd been dumped, even at the sick sounds of rotted flesh melded into rotting flesh tore as he lifted them -- all that was viewable in Ex-favila's darkness his helm's glowing eyes.
"Such cruelty. It's inhuman." Distant words echoed in the demon's mind; long since past and so very far away, yet ringing with the same clarity as if they'd just been uttered. Silently, he turned and took heavy steps towards a small cart behind him, placing the body upon it as if it was but a newborn child. With care. Respect. And he turned, walking towards the pile oncemore.