“He’s one of them, one of the beasts!” The shouting voice belongs to a man wielding a staff.
“I remember him!” shrieks another, a dainty woman who is wearing her hair in a too-tight bun.
“Destroyed that building-” a kid attempts to chime in.
“He destroyed a lot of buildings, him and the others like him!” the first interrupts, fist in a white-
(
Read more... )
Comments 98
Can't say I'm bowled over with shock, but that's still quite the display.
[Of skills and mercy. It makes her nose tingle.]
[Not literally.]
[Maybe.]
Reply
Buffy.
[He's still smiling as he greets her.]
It's good to see you again.
Reply
[And not at all like a multistory murderous demon. It's a change of pace.]
Gotta say, though, after that whole city-stomping thing? I pretty much had you pegged for an evil people killer. Now I'm going with "category-resistant."
[Not her favorite category, the category-resistant.]
Reply
[He could make it simple for you, Buffy. Of course, he's never been a fan of simplicity. Things are always more interesting when they're complicated.]
Well, resistant wouldn't be too far off I suppose.
Reply
[Snake-Eyes doesn't think of himself as a true master. Even if he is. But he knows one when he sees one.]
Reply
[But he doesn't allow his gaze to wander that way. Instead he replaces the scabbard at his hip and collects his sword. He slides it back into its sheath, collects his fallen Forge and mumbles into it softly, to someone else it would seem.]
[He remains aware of those eyes, though. He can feel them even if he doesn't dare look to pinpoint their location. Not yet.]
[It would be too obvious.]
Reply
[It's just like he saw above. No bloodshed.]
[Is this man in black the overly vengeful type? Is he blind to the lack of bloodshed? Why the telltale ratchet of a pistol slide being cocked back?]
Reply
[Clad in black and of notable stature, Isley deduces the man is a stealth operative that likely specializes in close-range combat. At the secondary notice of the gun in hand he adjusts his theory.]
[This man specializes in close-range and ranged combat.]
[But why the interest in the fallen Natives? And whatever does he hope to accomplish with that gun? At best he could put the dishonored humans out of their misery; the weapon certainly won't harm Isley, and before it the Abyssal shows no fear.]
Reply
[At the moment, she's sitting in a tree overlooking the crowd.]
...feeling gentle today?
Reply
[A fleck of dirt is brushed off one shoulder. The motion is used to survey his surroundings. Not only is he able to feel out Priscilla, but he spies her from a distance. Does not hold eye contact. Is staring back at his Forge before anyone at all can follow the direction of his gaze.]
Lenient might be more appropriate.
Reply
[Although the word doesn't quite fit him. Well, he probably has an ulterior motive, anyway. She sighs.]
I'm not going to say this is surprising, but it's still a little heartbreaking. Err, the rally, not the part where you didn't kill the rally people.
Some of the scorched aren't accustomed to being hated, even now.
Reply
[Isley takes a moment to glance back at the bodies still strewn upon the ground, some of them only just now beginning to stir. He felt bones break when he struck some of those people, but none of the injuries would be life-threatening. None of the breaks would take very long to heal, either. At least, if proper care was administered.]
[His gaze returns to the Forge.]
Merciful indeed.
[His shoulders shrug, whether to knock his cloak back into position around him or to dismiss the topic, it is unclear.]
Discrimination, fear, and hatred will exist wherever humans do, Priscilla. Heartbreaking though it may be, it's to be expected. As a product of human insecurity, negative emotions such as these will fester and grow, and eventually consume a person whole. Rarely is it avoidable.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
-Perhaps.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment