[ rounding the closest corner shows strohl just kind of near (mumbles) a building of some kind, his hand slammed into a fist in the wall. one of apollo's announcements is nearby - his shoulders are trembling where he's standing, fist still pressed there. two tons of grief.
it was a bad day today! haha!!! he doesn't seem to notice he has company right away. ]
she takes a step back, intending to leave and give him some privacy. except her heel bumps into the edge of an uneven patch of pavement, and she nearly trips before catching herself.]
you know despite everything, strohl is still strohl - so when he hears that, he turns, instinctive, immediate, and half steps in her direction. he does not look good by any definition of the word, but the urge to help people overcomes the angry for a second. ]
[ hi im strohl and welcome to jackass my traumas are getting laser targeted every three minutes the murder game
anyway this is much later in the evening. strohl can be found just kind of outside of the hotel with his arms folded, jittering and tense and staring off into the distance, but better off than he was a few hours ago at least. he does notice asa when she comes by and gives her a brief, curt nod. ]
[well, not really. but she shakes her head, anyway.]
It's just— I know what she did was wrong. But stuff like that happens all the time where I come from, too. You can be tricked into doing something awful because it felt like you didn't have any good choices, so...
[ quieter: ] I know. The real enemy's - whoever, or whatever is doing this. Whatever dragged us here in the first place.
[ it's just hard when the reasoning straight from her mouth was so similar - when people can be weighed as sacrifices, when everyone you knew died once exactly the same.
strohl can differentiate when he's not caught up in abrasive, tunnel vision fury, here in the quiet evening. the difference between a tyrant madman and a woman possessed. he knows. he's logical. it's just hard. ]
picking pink and black feathers out of his horns and looking vaguely beleaguered. he suffered despite not being an animal - though he gives asa a sup nod when he sees her from where he's doing this. ]
Afternoon. You avoid getting hit by whatever's gotten everyone off their rockers, Asa?
No kidding. You don't see me bandying about curses that put men in dresses or force people to fall in love or... any of this. It sounds even more ridiculous saying it out loud.
[ plucks another feather out of his horns... ] At least they don't last long, but still. Count your lucky stars.
week 1 monday
:ben:
hey ]
So much for vacation. [ deadpan ]
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I should've just stayed home...
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[ god. ]
...You're alright, yeah? Not every day you see a man and a... something explode.
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I'm fine. It wasn't any worse than a devil attack, to be honest.
week 1, friday
Damn it -- damn it! [ followed by a thunk noise of something hitting against a wall. ]
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but, hm. this seems fine. she stops for a moment at the shout, and then slowly looks around when it's followed by that thunk. hello...? where is he?]
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it was a bad day today! haha!!! he doesn't seem to notice he has company right away. ]
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she takes a step back, intending to leave and give him some privacy. except her heel bumps into the edge of an uneven patch of pavement, and she nearly trips before catching herself.]
—Shit!
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you know despite everything, strohl is still strohl - so when he hears that, he turns, instinctive, immediate, and half steps in her direction. he does not look good by any definition of the word, but the urge to help people overcomes the angry for a second. ]
Ah - [ .... ah. ] .... You alright?
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she luckily did not actually fall, so she's fine. just visibly embarrassed to be caught.]
Ah... Yeah, I'm fine. [why couldn't she trip and die, final destination style. tch.] Sorry. I didn't mean to... um, interrupt.
week 1, saturday
jackassmy traumas are getting laser targeted every three minutes the murder gameanyway this is much later in the evening. strohl can be found just kind of outside of the hotel with his arms folded, jittering and tense and staring off into the distance, but better off than he was a few hours ago at least. he does notice asa when she comes by and gives her a brief, curt nod. ]
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... Did you get to talk to her?
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[ bitterly. ] For all the good that did. You?
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[ scowls
okay hes still mad ] Makes me sick.
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It sounded like she was tricked by same thing that's been causing all the other deaths.
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[ yeah. rein it in a little there strohl. he runs a hand over his own face. ] … sorry. Been a long day.
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[well, not really. but she shakes her head, anyway.]
It's just— I know what she did was wrong. But stuff like that happens all the time where I come from, too. You can be tricked into doing something awful because it felt like you didn't have any good choices, so...
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[ it's just hard when the reasoning straight from her mouth was so similar - when people can be weighed as sacrifices, when everyone you knew died once exactly the same.
strohl can differentiate when he's not caught up in abrasive, tunnel vision fury, here in the quiet evening. the difference between a tyrant madman and a woman possessed. he knows. he's logical. it's just hard. ]
She's a victim too.
week 2 friday!
picking pink and black feathers out of his horns and looking vaguely beleaguered. he suffered despite not being an animal - though he gives asa a sup nod when he sees her from where he's doing this. ]
Afternoon. You avoid getting hit by whatever's gotten everyone off their rockers, Asa?
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Someone decided to play a trick on Vi and Hulkenberg, who both took it out on me.
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[ plucks another feather out of his horns... ] At least they don't last long, but still. Count your lucky stars.
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