[ THIS... IS SO SAD ] Netzach, man, that's a sad life - seriously, not even once? There's no better thing.
[ strohl loves the pastoral life. the cow pauses as it is being stared at to also stare at them..... it puts a goofy smile on the things face as it chews cud. it's vibing. strohl feels the eyes, too, and looks away from netzach, over to the cow, over to netzach again. ]
You can't just compare everyone with horns to cows! You don't see me saying you blend in with the grass, do you?
[ GOD!!!! grumbling: ] First it's [ mutter grumble mutter grumble something about worms ] and now cows, gather round, children, hear the tale of Lord Strohl, first of his name, Lord of the Cows...
[ strohl sighs. heavily. the remains of his dignity are in tatters and its only monday. netzach may get the feeling he's just being dramatic. ]
Look - they're from Euchronia, but not related to the clemar. You've never touched one before, right? C'mon.
[ gesturing over at the cow who is truly just standing there now. ]
[ the paper falls to the ground because he whirls right back around and steps right up in his face, just furious, about three seconds from throwing a punch and holding himself back by the sheer grace of god. ]
It doesn't matter?! Her life doesn't matter?! Someone attacked her. There's no people on this bloody nightmare, if you haven't noticed - that means someone here did it. There's a big difference between a poorly made machine and intention, and even if there weren't, she's a person with a life.
[ this is enough at least to get him to back off a little - with an angry huff, he steps back, jittering, rubs his hand over his face for something to do with them, to force himself to breathe. just like the soiree. keep it together. keep it together.
it's fine. it hurts all over again, like ripping out his heart, a burn reopened, a fire that never left. ]
[before it drives you mad. before you keep trying and trying to save people who will never be safe, change things that will never be changed. before you become disillusioned and resigned and bitter.
this just kind of makes him let out a strangled almost laugh because it is like a ridiculous thing to say, it feels ridiculous, this entire thing feels ridiculous and he's as frayed as a livewire. with that, he just rubs his hand over his face again - exhausted, bone deep exhausted. ]
That's not the point, and you know it. [ but it just sounds more tired, now, some of that fire finally going out. ]
[he really would rather be dead than keep seeing people die. he'd rather just not exist at this point-- there's never been anything he could do about it.
[ but he's tired now, too, full of grief and promises and as ever, too little, too late. as for the last question: ]
Justice says it's a way to present evidence and logic that leads to determine the innocence or guilt of someone who committed a crime. We don't really have them either. Not fair ones. [ metaphor? having a functioning justice system? lol ] If he thinks we can catch whoever did it that way, I'll take it.
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week 1 monday
Ah... got to admit, there's nothing like the fresh air. No matter how weird it is.
[ as he is saying this, a big cow comes waddling by... ]
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[he wouldn't know! this city is his very first experience with it. yaaay.
the cow distracts him as it wanders by, though, and he stares at it... stares back at strohl. back at the cow. back at him.]
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[ THIS... IS SO SAD ] Netzach, man, that's a sad life - seriously, not even once? There's no better thing.
[ strohl loves the pastoral life. the cow pauses as it is being stared at to also stare at them..... it puts a goofy smile on the things face as it chews cud. it's vibing. strohl feels the eyes, too, and looks away from netzach, over to the cow, over to netzach again. ]
...What?
[ highland cows ]
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[so, like, it's just how things are.
as for the cow:]
It looks a lot like you.
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hey ]
Did you just compare me to a Martiran cow?
[ this is more mock offended than actually offended. ]
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[putting his hands to his head to simulate mock horns]
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[ GOD!!!! grumbling: ] First it's [ mutter grumble mutter grumble something about worms ] and now cows, gather round, children, hear the tale of Lord Strohl, first of his name, Lord of the Cows...
[ strohl sighs. heavily. the remains of his dignity are in tatters and its only monday. netzach may get the feeling he's just being dramatic. ]
Look - they're from Euchronia, but not related to the clemar. You've never touched one before, right? C'mon.
[ gesturing over at the cow who is truly just standing there now. ]
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[sorry. he has to. he HAS to.
he follows along with that gesture, though, stepping closer to the cow and reaching up cautiously to touch it.]
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off to the cow. the little guy is so gentle... it moos very softly and its fur is So Soft as it bunts its head into netzach's hands. ]
It's not going to bite you, you know.
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[SOMETIMES. YOU LIVE IN A FACILITY.
he pets the cow a little oddly, like he's not getting a ton of sensation from this.]
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[ WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR COWS ]
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[thinking...]
I dunno what they eat, actually, when they're not mad.
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Bloody hell. Are you... [ ... ] Okay, man?
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[ is that why your constitution is so sickly......... ]
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grimacing: ] That bad...?
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week 1 friday
wherever netzach is he'll hear a snarled, furious - ] Damn it -- damn it!
[ followed by the thunk of something smacking into something else hard, followed by the sound of paper ripping. ]
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[that's so loud... he glances over at the sound, especially the paper ripping.]
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chill is not the mo here in fact it is the opposite - he whirls on netzach when he says this, his expression just thunderously angry. ]
Have you lost your mind?!
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[what is he so pissed off over, anyway.]
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Vi was murdered last night. Not killed in an accident. Not thrown off of some - contraption of a machine, she was murdered. Same with Fushiguro.
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[a little shake of his head.]
I don't feel differently about death just because of how it happened. Those accidents are someone's fault, too, even if it's just sloppy maintenance.
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It doesn't matter?! Her life doesn't matter?! Someone attacked her. There's no people on this bloody nightmare, if you haven't noticed - that means someone here did it. There's a big difference between a poorly made machine and intention, and even if there weren't, she's a person with a life.
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[not that she didn't matter.]
The ones who die every day back in the facility are people with lives, too, but that's never made any difference in how it happens.
[it's mostly the same tired, defeated tone as usual, but-- there's a bitter edge in it.]
I helped drag her out of the water, and tried to help stop her bleeding. She was gonna be okay.
...And then she died anyway. Same as it always is.
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it's fine. it hurts all over again, like ripping out his heart, a burn reopened, a fire that never left. ]
That doesn't mean it's any reason to stop caring.
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[before it drives you mad. before you keep trying and trying to save people who will never be safe, change things that will never be changed. before you become disillusioned and resigned and bitter.
before you end up like him, basically.]
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[ it's out of his mouth immediately, sharp as a tack. ]
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this just kind of makes him let out a strangled almost laugh because it is like a ridiculous thing to say, it feels ridiculous, this entire thing feels ridiculous and he's as frayed as a livewire. with that, he just rubs his hand over his face again - exhausted, bone deep exhausted. ]
That's not the point, and you know it. [ but it just sounds more tired, now, some of that fire finally going out. ]
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[he really would rather be dead than keep seeing people die. he'd rather just not exist at this point-- there's never been anything he could do about it.
but he brushes it off with a sigh.]
What's a trial, anyway.
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[ but he's tired now, too, full of grief and promises and as ever, too little, too late. as for the last question: ]
Justice says it's a way to present evidence and logic that leads to determine the innocence or guilt of someone who committed a crime. We don't really have them either. Not fair ones. [ metaphor? having a functioning justice system? lol ] If he thinks we can catch whoever did it that way, I'll take it.
week 2, friday
when he spots netzach, he gives him a sup nod of greeting, looking beleaguered but mostly fine. ]
Afternoon. One hell of a day so far, if less than the last. How're you, Netzach?