Raphael | OC/Christian Myth | noncombatant/medicstirsthewatersMarch 30 2012, 17:11:20 UTC
[You know this guy. Everyone seems to know this guy. He's that guy who always has a light when everyone else is out of matches. The one who can find bandages where nobody else can. The one who's always in whatever trench or foxhole needs him there the most, who specializes in talking sense to the scared and the angry and the wounded.
Weirdly, nobody seems to know what unit he's officially with. Or where he's from, come to think of it. He's just here, a fixture of the war just like official incompetence and delayed peace treaties.
And when you need a medic, and there shouldn't be one on hand for miles -- somehow, this guy has a habit of showing up anyway.]
TML! Serenity Valley.werewolf_hackerApril 2 2012, 18:28:26 UTC
[Ben ain't sure how long he's been lying face-down in the mud, bleedin' and paralyzed. He does know that the last battle he was in devolved to hand-to-hand pretty quick, and he's surrounded by dead purplebellies.
He also knows that sometime in there, the rage and pain from his many wounds made him Change. He'd at least had the presence of mind to strip his coat off before he did, and it's crumpled in a heap just beyond his reach.
And someone, in the melee, had known what he was and shot him with a silver bullet right before the man's throat had disappeared under his jaws. But the bullet is lodged in his spine, and he's back to human, naked, and can't feel his legs. A burning numbness creeps up his back, however, and it's only a matter of time, he knows.
That's all right. He's lived a long while. He's ready to go Home. It don't even hurt much no more, though he's cold.]
Yea. Though I walk. Through the valley. Shadow-a death. Won't fear no evil...
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Weirdly, nobody seems to know what unit he's officially with. Or where he's from, come to think of it. He's just here, a fixture of the war just like official incompetence and delayed peace treaties.
And when you need a medic, and there shouldn't be one on hand for miles -- somehow, this guy has a habit of showing up anyway.]
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He also knows that sometime in there, the rage and pain from his many wounds made him Change. He'd at least had the presence of mind to strip his coat off before he did, and it's crumpled in a heap just beyond his reach.
And someone, in the melee, had known what he was and shot him with a silver bullet right before the man's throat had disappeared under his jaws. But the bullet is lodged in his spine, and he's back to human, naked, and can't feel his legs. A burning numbness creeps up his back, however, and it's only a matter of time, he knows.
That's all right. He's lived a long while. He's ready to go Home. It don't even hurt much no more, though he's cold.]
Yea. Though I walk. Through the valley. Shadow-a death. Won't fear no evil...
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[A warm weight settles over Ben's back -- his coat, drawn over him with a gentle hand.]
We do meet in the strangest places, Ben Lockwood.
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[He closes his eyes.] 'm tired.
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