And all my epiphanies

[hellshot]

who: Reaper - Open to all + private prompts.
what: The Butterfly Effect player plot with various characters.
when: FORWARD DATED Between June 10th-20th
where: Various locations around Riverview Quarantine.
warnings: Mentions of Reaper's once-dead face, MAYBE? Otherwise nothing, for once.



Side: OPEN

[Even if he's not toting the same skull-faced mask he had been up until recently--it doesn't mean that his manner has changed all that much. At least, not on first glance of the man. He seems to have a heavy brow and a serious case of resting bitch face. It doesn't help that his face is scarred in multiple places, and he looks like he belongs on a football field or in a boxing ring, and not walking around Riverview Quarantine like an aimless nomad.

It seems too late by the time you make eyecontact with the man, as he seems to lock his gaze onto yours with the intent to speak.]

Hey. Can you help me out.

[Surprisingly, his voice isn't nearly half as gruff as you might remember(or expect, if you haven't heard him over the network before) as he brandishes a piece of paper at you. On it, there's a roughly hen-scratched list of items.]

I'm looking for a few things. You'd think that I'd have gone looking for them in the two months I've been here, but I guess I've been a lazy asshole. Don't know the shops around here too well. Mind pointing me in the right direction?

Comments

closed to Sieglinde

[hellshot]

[Even if he's lacking his once 'invulnerable' body and nearly incessant itchy trigger finger, that doesn't mean he feels less suited for his job with the Perimeter Guard. Quite the opposite, really--having been freed of his nearly sleepless former state of being, he's got far more energy in his step as he does one of his rounds along the outer wall to the quarantine.

It's when he catches sight of the very hard to miss sight of a certain fellow guard in very odd armour. He's seen her about the network and he's sure he's exchanged 'hellos' with her somewhere along the line, but...

As he watches the armoured knight, he's not too slow in realising the actions she's taking. Which means he's going to be the busybody he normally wouldn't be were he wearing his cloak and mask.]

--Hey, there, you-- Hey, I said-- HEY!

[He's out into a full jog towards the knight now as she continues on her apparent quest to sneak past the wall: On her own.]

You do know they advise against going out on your own. What in the hell are you doing, girl??

[oniondaughter]

[Sieglinde almost doesn't stop when she hears Gabe calling. The only thing that stops her is the thought that the man will follow her into the wilderness and risk his own life - That's not something she wants on her conscience. ]

You needn't worry about me, sir. I'll be all right, I promise - I just need to get away from the city for a bit, is all.

[When she says she needs to get away, she means that literally. Undead lose themselves if they dont have a task or a goal to commit their minds to.

Going outside and killing a few beasts will do the job and keep her sane for now. Certainly better than guarding the perimeter will.]

[hellshot]

[She's not at all wrong about that. Entirely correct, actually--if she thought for a second that she was going to run out into the wilds alone, she was as crazy as that onion armour she wore.

He reaches up to pull his hat up off his forehead a little, giving her a look.]

Like I said, that's all well and good if you want to go out there and get some exercise for your weapon and legs.

Alone.

You're going alone.

You know that's asking for trouble. There are things out there that can swallow you whole, armour and all.

[oniondaughter]

My sword and my legs are both well-trained, and I've been beyond the wall before. I'll fare fine on my own.

[There's a bit of a tone in her voice. Not quite defiance, more along the lines of just being obstinate. Just refusing to acknowledge the potential danger to herself.]

Such beasts exist where I come from as well. You needn't worry about me.

[Also if she gets killed she'll just respawn somewhere else. Being undead has its advantages - even if they're terrible, painful advantages that everyone hates.]

[hellshot]

Not that I don't believe it--you got enough gall for ten men, I know that much from seeing you go out beyond the walls.

[In at least a pair.]

You can tell me that you have these beasts at your dinner table where you're from, for all I could care.

I ain't lettin' you walk out there on your own for some pride matter.

Either you hold your horses and wait here until you can get another guard to go with you, or I'll be the one watching the back you can't see from the confines of that helmet of yours.