for peace of mind (open!!)

[thenobledie]

Who: everyone and their hopefully still living mothers...
When: June 1st and onward
Where: EVERYWHERE
Format: action or prose, whichever works!
What: The war is over, and everyone can relax. Or cry. Whichever.
Warnings: n/a?

PATROL HEADQUARTERS

THE DOJO

THE CLINIC

( ooc | did the major locations! but add others, and i will update the entry with

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[fingersloophole]

Where I come from, killing people involves a good deal of paperwork. [And he was frequently the one to finish it because most of his Turks lost their pens or got blood on the forms or just forgot to do so. And someone had to keep things in order. He was training a few lackeys to pick up the slack but they had a bad habit of quitting on him. Or dying.]

We age. We change, even without aging. What suits you now might not suit you in ten years or in ten minutes. [That feels profound, somehow, but it's really just the truth. He's not doing the same as he was at sixteen or at thirty or at twenty four.] Killing and dying are both messy business. When you get too emotionally attached to what you do, there are problems. You have to think of yourself as something else...and you kill in the process of that job. Instead of being a killer for another reason. [He's well aware he's a murderer. But he at least likes to think it's for a good reason.]

As you've said, there's nothing here to do but train. I would offer my assistance but I'm rather sure you could best me with a blade and I've only trained in firearms and unarmed combat. [Which he needed to pick up again. Even if Elena was outgrowing the want to learn Wutainese choke holds with him]

[charmprince]

Where I'm from, it involves a quick blade and hopefully a good reason. Maybe things would be better if it DID involve paperwork. It'd certainly cut down on the number of people who attack out of nowhere. [If all her would-be assassins had submitted paperwork, she would probably have had a lot less need for a security detail at all times.]

Probably not even ten minutes, honestly. [She's just making light, though. She knows it's true. The Asellus of sixty years ago was just happy getting As in class and working part-time for her aunt. The Asellus of today would chafe so badly in the same roles. But she's quiet as he continues.] That's it, that's it exactly. You have to... what's the word, compartmentalize? [Not deny it entirely, though. She was still Asellus, but she wasn't just herself when she'd had to do the things she'd done. She was-- though she hated the title-- the leader of Facinaturu. It was her job, so she couldn't help it.

It always felt so unhealthy to think of it that way, but at least she's not alone in that.] It's got to be done. It can't be helped, and if it's your job, you do it. No time or room for doubt. [Her tone shifts, and she sounds like she's mimicking someone for a moment.]

I've always been bad with unarmed combat. [She holds up a skinny arm.] I'm not all that strong when there's not an implement in my hands, sadly, and you can only be quick so long before they catch you.