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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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And then a sound like a bird's squawk, though far too loud to have been one of the rather normal birds, shrill and off-key with distress. Perhaps it was a demon, or--
Nope, it was the blue, bird-like person who'd visited him in the hospital, as he came running out from a side-street some ways away, fleeing further into Sagittarius, to try to escape the natives who'd turned on him. He ran, leaning forward, using his long legs and feet to his advantage, wings up above him and spread slightly, for use as something like an airfoil, to give him better traction with the ground... and then one of his pursuers threw something at him, a rock, likely, which managed to hit him, and caused him to jump a bit, stumbling. Suddenly, the speed which had been helping him to escape was now working against him, and his surprised flaps weren't helping either. He tripped up, his boot sliding in a small patch of snow on the ground, and hit the ground face-first.
He didn't move to get back up right away; whether he'd been knocked out or simply stunned for a moment wasn't readily apparent. What was, was that he was on the ground, and the humans who'd been harassing him were already coming into view, a couple teenagers and an adult apparently looking to prove themselves tougher than not by taking someone else down. One of them clearly had issues. if they were going to be hefting that sizable-enough rock like they were. What were they intending to do with that, hit the bird while he was down? And the things they were still saying... yelling at him to go back where he came from, that it was bad enough weird humans were getting brought here, they didn't need even more weird demons too, and hey, demon-hunting wasn't a crime, right? so no one would care anyway.
The fight was entirely one-sided here, and the hunted hadn't landed all that far away from Garviel. He could reach them before the others did, easily enough, if he had a mind to.
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He looked back at the humans that'd been after him, and then to Garviel -- and stepped closer to the big man, wings sinking down around him while he wiped the rest of the blood off his face. At least his nose wasn't leaking any more; the few drops had been enough. Now to go cower behind the giant, to keep away from the locals.
At least said locals were starting to take a hint, and backing off. This group might've been brave enough to go after an odd little teenager-looking bird person, but not the space marine. They weren't suicidal.
Not yet, anyway.
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"Everyone. Leave. Now."
He growls, and stares at Avitus.
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He looked up, seeing the humans retreating, and watched them a second, before turning his attention to Garviel. There wasn't a question of his body language here, the way he paused, his wings slowly sinking down a bit, feathers not loosing their floof any.
"....thank you."
Well, he might as well try to pretend Garviel wasn't making him feel incredibly small right now. Even if his stance was giving him away.
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His voice is as full of anger as it always is.
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He glanced off the way the humans had retreated, but they were well out of sight already... surely there would be nothing keeping him from beating a hasty retreat, if he needed to?
Maybe it would be worth trying to be braver than he really felt, if only for a moment, and asking.
So, he drew another breath, and looked back up at the other. "May I ask if I've done something to offend or upset you somehow?"