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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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"Don't pity me for what I am."
Still, the god has given him sound advice to consider. Learn more. Lay low. Earn the trust of these people before showing his true capabilities again. Don't show his hand until he learns how to hunt demons like he did dragons.
"Would you have been the one to destroy me if I'd displeased you?"
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Mercifully oblivious to the fact that the young man has drawn exactly the opposite conclusion of what Balthazar wanted him to understand, he settles against a tree again, considering his judgment pronounced. The question makes him frown.
Looking him over pointedly, he says, "Apparently someone else got to you first this time around. Really, it depends on who you'd hurt. I have my friends and my favorites, like anyone else. I've already said this to someone else, but I would very much prefer we all escape here alive and sane. We can't do much about our kidnappers choosing to damage us, but we can keep from turning on one another."
He shrugs. "The short version is I'm not very smite-happy, but I won't say it could never happen."
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"Still, I thank you for not striking me down as well. Tell me who's under your protection and I'll avoid harming them."
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"I'd rather you refrain from harming everyone, if possible," he says dryly. "But if you find you can't handle that, let me know and I'll give you the short list."