Third oath of moment: Wolf at bay

[captainofthe10th]

1.[ Phone, filtered, and the voice is disguised by his helm. Only those who've spoken to him extensively are likely to realize this is Loken ]

I have some questions for you. Which is stronger, fear or hope? I also wish to know, is it better to protect people in compromise with evil, or to oppose the evil, and break it, knowing some of those you would protect will die?

2. Location: Makeout point, time: Midnight. [ An armored figure in white plate stares out over a town, heavily armed and searching for something, anything, really. Finally, he looks to the moon. ]

3. Location: 2237 Stevens. [ Garviel is sitting in the garage with the door open, working with tools on his armor's chest plastron, stripped to the waist, exposing huge, slab-like muscles stippled with neural-access points, as he slowly but surely carves delicate things into the inside of the breastplate. ]

4. The Park [ Garviel is running through his sword practice in full armor, wielding a one and a half meter long blade together with his chainsword, moving so quickly the weapons whirl about him like a silver sphere of death. Dare you approach? ]

5. L'Deplaisant [ A huge fellow in a suit that barely fits him approaches your table, and rumbles in a very deep voice. ] May I take your order?

Comments

[spitefulvitae]

So maybe it's given you the chance to develop a talent you never had a reason to work on. I like to believe that everyone has hidden talents.

[A little closer, now... just a little.]

[greyerrant]

I do not. I was made for war.

[ He looks at the young woman, and frowns. ]

[spitefulvitae]

That doesn't preclude being capable of other things.

[She gazes back at him, unblinking, saying no more for an awkwardly long moment.]

...

If I'm disturbing you, I'll go.

[greyerrant]

.... Your smell. Why do you smell of rot?

[ Oh great subtle nurgle zombies. ]

[spitefulvitae]

I have a condition.

[Absolutely straight faced. But she's not advancing further. Not on a guy that huge with that much heavy equipment.]

[greyerrant]

What sort of condition? [ His arm tenses, obviously ready to draw. ]

So many xenos, so little time :D

[spitefulvitae]

[That tension causes her tension, as well. She stiffens slightly, willing herself to disappear.

Which, of course, doesn't work. Mayfield hasn't returned that particular power.

A different tactic, then.]

A painful and disfiguring one.

[She averts her eyes and brings a hand up slowly. Assuming she isn't shot the moment she moves, she pulls down the edge of the summer scarf wrapped around her neck. The flesh is red and dessicated.]

...it disturbs you. I can tell. Please... I'll go.

[greyerrant]

Best that you do. I recommend the church if you need treatment.

[spitefulvitae]

The church... [Strength of will keeps her from smiling. Her expression remains the same sorrowful and hurt one.]

I'll have to go see, won't I? Yes...

[She takes several steps back down the driveway, and starts to turn when Garviel seems unlikely to do something drastic when her eyes are off of him.]

[greyerrant]

[ Loken watches her go, hand on his blade. ]

.... That made little sense....

[ He rumbles to himself. ]