Explain to me. I'm curious.
We have always been prisoners here. We have always been used. We have never been people in our captors' eyes. We have known that experience doesn't matter; they'd send any of us to die.
How many times will you plead with them? Do you enjoy it? They'll never listen.
Why is this not prepared for? We can ensure the safety of our fellows - all of us. If another cannot fight, they must be defended. They are not liabilities; they are cooks, healers, couriers, watchmen. They are the people that keep soldiers alive. Your begging only scares someone already at the mercy of another. It will not save them. You could, if you would turn that energy to providing for their protection.
If you will not, I will. We must help each other.
Who among the drafted cannot fight, and is alone? What skills do you have?
Who will defend these people? It will be the most important job of all.
Organize yourselves here. If you can't find someone to partner with, I will help. I'm not going, but I will not let others go undefended.
(OOC: this post is for everyone; respond to each other and threadjack at will!)
We have always been prisoners here. We have always been used. We have never been people in our captors' eyes. We have known that experience doesn't matter; they'd send any of us to die.
How many times will you plead with them? Do you enjoy it? They'll never listen.
Why is this not prepared for? We can ensure the safety of our fellows - all of us. If another cannot fight, they must be defended. They are not liabilities; they are cooks, healers, couriers, watchmen. They are the people that keep soldiers alive. Your begging only scares someone already at the mercy of another. It will not save them. You could, if you would turn that energy to providing for their protection.
If you will not, I will. We must help each other.
Who among the drafted cannot fight, and is alone? What skills do you have?
Who will defend these people? It will be the most important job of all.
Organize yourselves here. If you can't find someone to partner with, I will help. I'm not going, but I will not let others go undefended.
(OOC: this post is for everyone; respond to each other and threadjack at will!)
[House 47, you just got a most unpleasant wake-up call. Namely, loud banging and the whining of a terrified canine. Sigmund has just kicked Capell's door with all of his considerable strength and put his fist through the wall in the hallway.
Because it's not Capell's door anymore.
He's not going to wait to make the courtesy announcement, mostly because he's not sure how long he's going to keep it together. As it is, even over the journal his voice has a tight, brittle quality to it.]
If you knew him, Capell is... [He won't say 'home.' He's not. Home is with him. He won't.] ...gone.
Because it's not Capell's door anymore.
He's not going to wait to make the courtesy announcement, mostly because he's not sure how long he's going to keep it together. As it is, even over the journal his voice has a tight, brittle quality to it.]
If you knew him, Capell is... [He won't say 'home.' He's not. Home is with him. He won't.] ...gone.
( Lightning, Erza, Hope, Katie... Haine still gone? )
Watch, does something seem... amiss to you?
[And muffled, like the journal just caught the sound as he was walking away or closing it-] -blic communication, not a dream journal.
Watch, does something seem... amiss to you?
[And muffled, like the journal just caught the sound as he was walking away or closing it-] -blic communication, not a dream journal.
Stay in the box. [...] No. Stay in the bo- Stay-
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
( Sokka )
( Simon )
( Katara, 99% Unhackable )
( "Action" for housemates )
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
( Sokka )
( Simon )
( Katara, 99% Unhackable )
( "Action" for housemates )
Are there any musicians here? It has been too long since I was able to enjoy a performance. I would like to hear a song from your world. If you will indulge me, I will share one from mine.
[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly just playing for himself, but if anyone stopped by to listen, he'd play louder for them. He's in an unusually good mood, barely even a hint of his usual morbidity or ill humor. What could possibly be causing that?]
(OOC: Sigmund's AU needs no linked explanation. He did not disappear in a blaze of idiotic glory. That's really all you need to know.)
[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly just playing for himself, but if anyone stopped by to listen, he'd play louder for them. He's in an unusually good mood, barely even a hint of his usual morbidity or ill humor. What could possibly be causing that?]
(OOC: Sigmund's AU needs no linked explanation. He did not disappear in a blaze of idiotic glory. That's really all you need to know.)
[It's been a little over a week now since Sigmund accidentally deafened part of Luceti. Tonight isn't a good night to talk about it; part of him suspects that he never will be.
But tonight is a good night for mourning. The air is still hot, heavy with a storm building... and around house #32, with something else. Sigmund is perched on the roof, with his now finished flute, even though there isn't a ladder in sight. He's got a blanket spread out, and a couple pillows for later. His journal is up there next to him, though he hesitates in opening it. But... he does owe the town an apology for damage done, even if it was accidental.
Up for a little music by the moonlight, Luceti? One note still sounds oh-so-slightly off-key, and the playing is a little hesitant in places, but the musician certainly knows what he's doing. Long memories are sometimes lacking on little details, is all. He weaves through several different styles and melodies before the last note trails off. And then, as if that was all merely warm up, starts into this. The playing has a layer that wasn't quite there before, a sense of being fond, reverent, and unbearably sad. Much more care is given to this song than any of the others. And when it finishes? Silence. Try to get his attention if you want, but you'll probably find him even less talkative than usual. Tonight isn't a night for explaining. It's a night for peace. And he's going to stay on the roof, and that's what he's going to get.]
But tonight is a good night for mourning. The air is still hot, heavy with a storm building... and around house #32, with something else. Sigmund is perched on the roof, with his now finished flute, even though there isn't a ladder in sight. He's got a blanket spread out, and a couple pillows for later. His journal is up there next to him, though he hesitates in opening it. But... he does owe the town an apology for damage done, even if it was accidental.
Up for a little music by the moonlight, Luceti? One note still sounds oh-so-slightly off-key, and the playing is a little hesitant in places, but the musician certainly knows what he's doing. Long memories are sometimes lacking on little details, is all. He weaves through several different styles and melodies before the last note trails off. And then, as if that was all merely warm up, starts into this. The playing has a layer that wasn't quite there before, a sense of being fond, reverent, and unbearably sad. Much more care is given to this song than any of the others. And when it finishes? Silence. Try to get his attention if you want, but you'll probably find him even less talkative than usual. Tonight isn't a night for explaining. It's a night for peace. And he's going to stay on the roof, and that's what he's going to get.]
[A couple of inkspots appear on the page, as if the owner of the journal is pondering what to write. Then a short pause, and it switches over to voice. Or perhaps "voice." After a minute of nothing but the wind and the faint sound of the river, the entry is cut off by the sound of the journal closing.
... Or is it?
About a half-hour later, there is a muffled thump and the sound of pages flapping through the air before another soft whump. Did someone... punch something over? Faintly, there's a note on a flute. Another, another... an... ear-piercing shrill.] I don't understand why this is so- [Soft grumbling. If one listens closely, they can pick out the occasional word. Something about some "Veros" character, and several shocking allegations about questionable portions of his anatomy. Yet another pause, and then...
SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Shortly followed by a small splash.
...
And then hurried footsteps and a much larger one.]
... Or is it?
About a half-hour later, there is a muffled thump and the sound of pages flapping through the air before another soft whump. Did someone... punch something over? Faintly, there's a note on a flute. Another, another... an... ear-piercing shrill.] I don't understand why this is so- [Soft grumbling. If one listens closely, they can pick out the occasional word. Something about some "Veros" character, and several shocking allegations about questionable portions of his anatomy. Yet another pause, and then...
SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Shortly followed by a small splash.
...
And then hurried footsteps and a much larger one.]
[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried blood in a peculiar pattern. He's also missing a shoe.
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
For my students, lessons will be this evening at the barracks. I will see you individually for now.
( Action, cut to save your flists. )
((OOC notes I forgot the first time: *facepalms forever* this post is for the people who expressed interest in playing out a spar or a lesson. Like I said before, if you'd prefer not do that, just drop a comment here, or a pm, or whatever, with how your character's general skill level and how they'd act during the lesson so that I can get an idea of Sigmund's impression of them. It's kind of important to how he'd plan more lessons, so I'd really appreciate it.))
( Action, cut to save your flists. )
((OOC notes I forgot the first time: *facepalms forever* this post is for the people who expressed interest in playing out a spar or a lesson. Like I said before, if you'd prefer not do that, just drop a comment here, or a pm, or whatever, with how your character's general skill level and how they'd act during the lesson so that I can get an idea of Sigmund's impression of them. It's kind of important to how he'd plan more lessons, so I'd really appreciate it.))
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