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destinystrings2013-03-03 05:23 pm
greyerrant) wrote in destinystrings2013-03-03 05:23 pm
The silent wolf is a hurt wolf.
Who: Garviel and you
Where: Aquarius ward, Later Saggitarius ward
Summary: Garviel works with Day care, and is generally hugenormous. Later on, he gets mistreated by the citizens of Hinoto-Ri
Warnings: Introspection
Within a day care in Aquarius ward, an 8 foot tall giant, in roughly-made white clothes and still scarred from battle, white and pink markings all over his face, livid and clear is functioning as a sort of human jungle gym. Children climb his legs and are lifted up in his arms, as the warrior serves humanity in quite a different way from his normal warlike work. He fusses over the children as they scamper away, or try to play games with him, his expression always somewhat distant, grey eyes very unreadable even as he gently makes sure everyone is safe and well cared for, sometimes carrying one, two, or even three children in his arms at one time to make sure they are safe and don't run off from the day care. He doesn't react poorly to having blocks thrown at him, or little children crawling all over him, he just faces it with the same stoicism that he faced everything else, from monster to the great daemon Nyarlathotep. It is all to the same to Loken.
Later on, he arms and armors himself once more, and walks in the Sagittarius district, seemingly looking for something even in his wargear, as if stalking a ghost of some sort. Where the children of Hinoto-Ri accept their huge protector and playmate without fear or resentment, this is not the case for the adults, hurrying away in terror of the war-machine, or pelting him with stones, or whatever else they have at him. Whispered words of "monsters", other similar comments are snapped at him, and he trudges on in a silent patrol, a vigil no-one cares about as he prepares to hunt demons. He walks on through it all, his shoulders slightly hunched forward as if in a storm, completely immune to anything they can manage with blade or gun, but hurt somewhat by their words. He has always wondered if he is monster or man, and these other men, these people he has chosen to protect, for whom he struggles to be pure, to keep his honor intact, have rejected him.
Where: Aquarius ward, Later Saggitarius ward
Summary: Garviel works with Day care, and is generally hugenormous. Later on, he gets mistreated by the citizens of Hinoto-Ri
Warnings: Introspection
Within a day care in Aquarius ward, an 8 foot tall giant, in roughly-made white clothes and still scarred from battle, white and pink markings all over his face, livid and clear is functioning as a sort of human jungle gym. Children climb his legs and are lifted up in his arms, as the warrior serves humanity in quite a different way from his normal warlike work. He fusses over the children as they scamper away, or try to play games with him, his expression always somewhat distant, grey eyes very unreadable even as he gently makes sure everyone is safe and well cared for, sometimes carrying one, two, or even three children in his arms at one time to make sure they are safe and don't run off from the day care. He doesn't react poorly to having blocks thrown at him, or little children crawling all over him, he just faces it with the same stoicism that he faced everything else, from monster to the great daemon Nyarlathotep. It is all to the same to Loken.
Later on, he arms and armors himself once more, and walks in the Sagittarius district, seemingly looking for something even in his wargear, as if stalking a ghost of some sort. Where the children of Hinoto-Ri accept their huge protector and playmate without fear or resentment, this is not the case for the adults, hurrying away in terror of the war-machine, or pelting him with stones, or whatever else they have at him. Whispered words of "monsters", other similar comments are snapped at him, and he trudges on in a silent patrol, a vigil no-one cares about as he prepares to hunt demons. He walks on through it all, his shoulders slightly hunched forward as if in a storm, completely immune to anything they can manage with blade or gun, but hurt somewhat by their words. He has always wondered if he is monster or man, and these other men, these people he has chosen to protect, for whom he struggles to be pure, to keep his honor intact, have rejected him.
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"I fight to avenge those who've felt the pain of loss, of injustice and atrocities committed upon them by the dark forces of the universe. And I fight to prevent as many of these tragedies as possible... My family, the Chozo, were a race bent on spreading peace and wisdom as far as their influence may reach. At the same time, they were once advanced and dangerous warriors... I received both sides of their teachings. To them, I was a ray of hope in a galaxy ravaged by catastrophic entities and endless fleets of pirates. I'm starting to believe there are others in my galaxy, those who have heard of me, who are beginning to believe the same thing." Samus recalls the awe she was met with by many members of the Federation, even several civilians who'd heard of her. Her actions on Zebes, Tallon IV, and Aether had gained quite a bit of attention. "It's a burden... but I would do anything to give hope to those who need my help."
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"We give up hope for ourselves so that others might know hope. A worthy sacrifice, i think."
He considers the similarities of the Chozo and the Imperium for a moment. Though they might be xenos, it would seem their self description was similar: Advanced and dangerous warriors who were trying to spread peace and wisdom. He wonders if that is how they were viewed by others, remembering the reactions of some of the planets he had visited, some of the star systems that came to war instead of peace when the great crusade first met them. Most of all he remembers 6319, where he first heard the name Samus, though under vastly different circumstances.
"Then we can fight together, for as long as we're able."
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She gives him a stern look, as though implying she wished to spread this hope to him as well...
"... Let's fight together, then." Samus was used to the independence that came with her job, but there was something oddly comforting about having a trustworthy companion after all of these years. "You aren't alone, Cerberus." She withdraws her hand and takes a step back away from him, giving him a quick salute.
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"Very well."
He returned the salute with the old salute of Unity, a single clenched fist against his armor breast, a faint clank audible as he does so.