Heroes

[rule_o_wrist]

Ask a person what makes a hero and you’ll get a billion different answers. The same goes for villains. I’ve heard answers ranging from mob bosses to shelter workers. If you’re just asking me though I’d say that it’s the answer to a calling that makes a person a hero

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[neela_lupa]

IF you recognize your calling to help the world, whatever forms it may be in or wherever it might come from, then you may call yourself a hero.

Do ye think of yerself that way? As a hero?

[rule_o_wrist]

Not to say we’re heroes- we’re just working for the Higher Power

I definitely think we're doin' the right thing. I just don't know if "hero" is the word fer it.

[neela_lupa]

I've no idea either. Didn't mean to say ye shouldn't, just wondered. I've been thinkin' a lot of what is right and what is wrong. I've choices to make soon.

[rule_o_wrist]

What sort of choices?

[neela_lupa]

She thought for a long while how to phrase it. Between running or facing a fear. Between asking for help or hiding the truth.

[rule_o_wrist]

*takes a seat and continued to looks at inquisitively*

About what? Or can y'not say?

[neela_lupa]

She swallowed hard. When ye came to know ye were meant to do God's work, how did it come to ye? As a voice? As a vision? Just the knowin' of it?

[rule_o_wrist]

*leans back*

A vision. And some part of us just...knew.

[neela_lupa]

She licked her lips. I've seen things. But I don't know at all. And I don't like it.

[rule_o_wrist]

*pauses to think a minute*

If ye don't want to tell then don't. Otherwise I'm willing to listen. Ye make it sound like it's something terrible.

[neela_lupa]

I see...spirits. They come to me to tell me things.

[rule_o_wrist]

*decides it can't be that unbelievable and motions for her to go on*

Things like...?

[neela_lupa]

They've warned me of things. Men in alleys and the like. They showed me a way to protect myself just before I left Ireland. That was as much as she could say about that night. I'm told they are meant to show me places that would be safe for my people.

[rule_o_wrist]

And you don't like it because you don't understand it? And your people? ...The Irish?

[neela_lupa]

They're ghosts. The dead. We're not to speak to them! It says so in the bible. She sighed. Does no one remember that?

She shook her head. The Irish I suppose, aye. Has yer brother not told ye about me?

[rule_o_wrist]

*scratches head* Well you're not exactly speakin' to 'em, are you? They're the ones talking to you. Seems they're doing ye a service for whatever reason.

*shakes head* He hasn't.