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kore_logs2013-06-02 10:11 pm
burnburnburn) wrote in kore_logs2013-06-02 10:11 pm
Entry tags:
Consequences
Who: Dilandau Albatou and Open
What: The escape plan ended in failure. The humiliation is almost too much to bear
When: Day 77
Where: Various locations about town
Notes: Be warned, Dilandau is in a massively foul mood, though Castiel's beating means he won't be able to physically react like he would usually. Prose or actionspam are fine.
01: House 15 in the morning
Dilandau's sat at the kitchen table, glaring into the cup of water he'd come down to pour as if it were the cause of everything that had happened. The bruises and the broken lip he could see reflected back at him disgusted him.
Like a fool he'd fallen asleep after Castiel's beating and he'd woken up stiff and swollen. He'd barely managed to get into the acceptable minimum of clothing and he'd not bothered yet to put up his hair. The deep bruising on his ribs and back were clearly visible under his brief undershirt.
02: The bar
The pain and humiliation were too much to deal with sober. He forced his armour on despite how it made him hiss and, though he was unsure if he'd be able to swing it, he carried his sword unsheathed. He wanted it to be a warning in case anyone else wanted to add to his bruises.
He entered the bar with his head held high, moving stiffly and scowling as if to challenge anyone who dared get between him and the sour vino he'd hidden behind the bar.
03: The edge of the woods
He regretted walking out this far in his current state by the time he arrived at the edge of the woods, but he couldn't turn back until he'd seen how much damage he'd been allowed to inflict. He'd never been good at not poking at his own wounds.
He leaned against a tree for a long moment to catch his breath before heading into the forest.
What: The escape plan ended in failure. The humiliation is almost too much to bear
When: Day 77
Where: Various locations about town
Notes: Be warned, Dilandau is in a massively foul mood, though Castiel's beating means he won't be able to physically react like he would usually. Prose or actionspam are fine.
01: House 15 in the morning
Dilandau's sat at the kitchen table, glaring into the cup of water he'd come down to pour as if it were the cause of everything that had happened. The bruises and the broken lip he could see reflected back at him disgusted him.
Like a fool he'd fallen asleep after Castiel's beating and he'd woken up stiff and swollen. He'd barely managed to get into the acceptable minimum of clothing and he'd not bothered yet to put up his hair. The deep bruising on his ribs and back were clearly visible under his brief undershirt.
02: The bar
The pain and humiliation were too much to deal with sober. He forced his armour on despite how it made him hiss and, though he was unsure if he'd be able to swing it, he carried his sword unsheathed. He wanted it to be a warning in case anyone else wanted to add to his bruises.
He entered the bar with his head held high, moving stiffly and scowling as if to challenge anyone who dared get between him and the sour vino he'd hidden behind the bar.
03: The edge of the woods
He regretted walking out this far in his current state by the time he arrived at the edge of the woods, but he couldn't turn back until he'd seen how much damage he'd been allowed to inflict. He'd never been good at not poking at his own wounds.
He leaned against a tree for a long moment to catch his breath before heading into the forest.
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"No, I think you're arrogant and misogynistic enough not to care if I died in your little conflagration." She shoots back. "I'm alive by luck, and you know it." She kicks up a bit of the ash.
"And do you realize how hungry we're all going to be? The game isn't going to come back for a while." And there are people to feed.
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"If that bastard god hadn't decided to work for our captors and put out the fires for them then the distraction would have been enough to stop them fixing that barrier!"
He slams his fist into the tree beside him and then then grimaces in pain as the blow reverberates through his ribs.
"You shouldn't have stepped onto a battlefield in the first place if you're going to whine about coming out unscathed. If your father didn't teach you that then he's as pathetic as you are."
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His pain surrounds him like a cloud. Brigid wishes that she'd learned more about taking pain from animals. She really could help with that.
But then he insults her Da. Her eyes flash blue and her claws are out without a single thought. She grabs him by the throat, slamming him into a tree and ignoring the pain that erupts. Her fangs start to grow but she stops them.
"Do. Not. Ever. Insult. My. Da." She growls the words around her fangs in a voice far deeper than normal. Brigid doesn't even realize she's doing it.
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She lied to him, again, and he'd fallen for it again. He clenches his hand around her wrist and yanks at her arm as he suddenly whoops in a deep, painful breath, and then screams.
"Demon! Get off of me! Let go!"
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Her claws retract and she shakes her head, pulling in the fangs. Fighting back the rage and the need to kill, she sets him down almost daintily.
Then she takes a pointed step back from him. She curls her hands into fists, piercing her own skin with her claws, when they threaten again.
"Not a demon." She says quietly, still pulling in her temper and the wolf. "Not a demon."
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Her denial wrings out a slightly hysterical laugh from him.
"But you're a fucking liar."
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"Is it a lie to protect your family? Is it a lie to keep private information private so that no one hurts you for being different? Is it a lie to simply want to live in peace and not see yourself as the monster others would see you as?" She doesn't approach him, doesn't raise her voice.
"St. Raphael said it's not. My priest said it isn't. My Da said it isn't." Brigid jerks her chin up to glare at him. "I'll trust their words over yours."
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He'd be spitting in contempt if he wasn't so afraid.
"You've made your point." He bares his teeth as he backs away further.
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It's stupid, she knows. But to have someone afraid of her is her worst nightmare. Brigid has never seen being a werewolf as anything different. It's just a different genetic code, like having two differently colored eyes. She doesn't want him to be afraid.
Brigid turns away and says nothing as she walks away. The smell of his fear is bitter in the back of her throat. It overwhelms the stench of ash and refuses to leave her.