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Who: Tyrell (tinderfoot) and Heiwajima Shizuo (goesberserk)
When: Evening, Monday 7th, post-sirens.
Where: Staring off in the boarding house, then off into the streets of the city!
Summary: FIGHTING MONSTERS. Maybe literally as well as figuratively!
Warnings: Violence? Will add if anything comes up!
Tyrell felt trapped. Although the city was large, larger than any Weyard had ever seen, the world itself was small - apart from the ships that came in occasionally at the ports, it was as if this was the entire world. Yet, he’d seen pictures of this world in books in the library before, and it was weird. And round. It was one of the things that most reminded him that he wasn’t home any more, second only to the absence of his childhood friends who had been by his side from the moment he’d been born until the time they’d ended the Eclipse and saved the world, just like they had been raised to do. Just like their parents before them, Tyrell and his friends had been entrusted with the fate of the world.
Did that make this world his responsibility as well? He didn’t know much about it; especially not of the small machines that made strange sounds; some talked, some showed images that weren’t really there at all, some did both. There was a variety of them and he’d struggled to try and learn their names without asking anyone outright for them - he wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t prepared to give people yet another opportunity to make that assumption. It was difficult, though, especially when he didn’t really see the use in such machines. The machines back home had created fire, provided much needed hydration to flooded plains, made clouds thick and puffy enough to create a passage through the mountains, through all that remained of the ancient civilization that they Adepts were descended from. Really, these machine things in this world paled in comparison; he saw some of his housemates talking into the littler ones, and that was how they communicated to the others, yet Tyrell had his crystal ball, and that was all he needed. Machines. So complicated. And in this world, useless.
That night, especially, as he watched the sunset through his bedroom window, he felt the restlessness more thoroughly than he had since at least the explosions last month… since he’d tried to help with that poor injured girl, attacked by the monsters that gloried in the air of the night …it was like being home again, during the world’s darkest moments, of cities overrun by monsters, of fathers, children, mothers, lovers dying, of cities crumbling and burning down. And just like home, beating some monsters down one night didn’t mean that they - or worse, more - wouldn’t be back there the time the darkness fell, ready to attack again. Yet, with none of the useful machines, no way of ending the night in this city, there was very little Tyrell could do. What he could do, however was try to keep the casualties to a minimum, just like they had back home in the Eclipse affected areas. No-one else had to die, if only he tried. It was that thought that sent him out most nights, and it was that thought coupled with his intensified feelings of confinement that sent him out earlier that night than most; he brought his axe with him that night, preferring the way it moved through the air before it struck its target, trying to make his way down and out of the boarding house quietly, but not succeeding as much as he would have liked to - grace just didn’t come naturally to a guy his size.
Even if there was no-one that needed saving tonight, then at least he could get a good fight out of it. Doing something was better than doing nothing at all.
When: Evening, Monday 7th, post-sirens.
Where: Staring off in the boarding house, then off into the streets of the city!
Summary: FIGHTING MONSTERS. Maybe literally as well as figuratively!
Warnings: Violence? Will add if anything comes up!
Tyrell felt trapped. Although the city was large, larger than any Weyard had ever seen, the world itself was small - apart from the ships that came in occasionally at the ports, it was as if this was the entire world. Yet, he’d seen pictures of this world in books in the library before, and it was weird. And round. It was one of the things that most reminded him that he wasn’t home any more, second only to the absence of his childhood friends who had been by his side from the moment he’d been born until the time they’d ended the Eclipse and saved the world, just like they had been raised to do. Just like their parents before them, Tyrell and his friends had been entrusted with the fate of the world.
Did that make this world his responsibility as well? He didn’t know much about it; especially not of the small machines that made strange sounds; some talked, some showed images that weren’t really there at all, some did both. There was a variety of them and he’d struggled to try and learn their names without asking anyone outright for them - he wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t prepared to give people yet another opportunity to make that assumption. It was difficult, though, especially when he didn’t really see the use in such machines. The machines back home had created fire, provided much needed hydration to flooded plains, made clouds thick and puffy enough to create a passage through the mountains, through all that remained of the ancient civilization that they Adepts were descended from. Really, these machine things in this world paled in comparison; he saw some of his housemates talking into the littler ones, and that was how they communicated to the others, yet Tyrell had his crystal ball, and that was all he needed. Machines. So complicated. And in this world, useless.
That night, especially, as he watched the sunset through his bedroom window, he felt the restlessness more thoroughly than he had since at least the explosions last month… since he’d tried to help with that poor injured girl, attacked by the monsters that gloried in the air of the night …it was like being home again, during the world’s darkest moments, of cities overrun by monsters, of fathers, children, mothers, lovers dying, of cities crumbling and burning down. And just like home, beating some monsters down one night didn’t mean that they - or worse, more - wouldn’t be back there the time the darkness fell, ready to attack again. Yet, with none of the useful machines, no way of ending the night in this city, there was very little Tyrell could do. What he could do, however was try to keep the casualties to a minimum, just like they had back home in the Eclipse affected areas. No-one else had to die, if only he tried. It was that thought that sent him out most nights, and it was that thought coupled with his intensified feelings of confinement that sent him out earlier that night than most; he brought his axe with him that night, preferring the way it moved through the air before it struck its target, trying to make his way down and out of the boarding house quietly, but not succeeding as much as he would have liked to - grace just didn’t come naturally to a guy his size.
Even if there was no-one that needed saving tonight, then at least he could get a good fight out of it. Doing something was better than doing nothing at all.