Entry tags:
- amaterasu: owlie,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- darth maul: shade,
- dee reynolds: clari,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
- falco grice: owlie,
- fiddleford mcgucket: inkwell,
- jason kolchek: kacey,
- johnny lawrence: josh,
- kd6-3.7: moz,
- kyle broflovski: emma,
- lucille sharpe: clari,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- mabel pines: callie,
- michael: lu,
- paul atreides: beth,
- peter graham: jhey,
- rose dawson: argustar,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- tory nichols: lex,
- willow rosenberg: lucy
video; un: quibbler
[ Luna Lovegood is perhaps the best she's looked in months. Despite the exhausted look about her, and the expression of queasiness — she's void of any trace of Corruption. She's been spending the past several days sleeping, and not sleeping; trying to calm her stomach from the copious amounts of wild animals she'd devoured as a beast. While sustenance for her in Beastform, her stomach now she's human again is... far more delicate. But the worst of it has passed, at least. And Peter has been a blessing for her, making sure she's alright — even if eating has been a little bit of a struggle.
She sits in her room, sat on her bed with her knees curled up to her chest, still dressed in pyjamas. Her Omni rests on her bedside as she begins the broadcast. She's anxious; her brow drawn down in a sorrowful frown. It's important, though. People deserve apologies, even she deserves no luxury of apology in return. She hurt people, quite a lot — and while the memories of the latter half of April are foggy at best, she knows she's done some terrible things. ]
I realise a great deal of people may be very upset with me right now. I would have done this sooner, but I... needed a little bit of time to sort out my mind. [ She's still trying to do that, but it's now or never. ]
I remember the butterflies, and then... it gets a bit mixed up after that. [ It was like... falling down a very, very deep hole. Slowly slipping away from herself, and into something cold and dark and twisted. ]
I'm sorry. I know I hurt a lot of people, I know I— I think I killed people, too. I know I wasn't myself, I became someone terrible and then something terrible. A monstrous Beast. [ It hurts to refer herself as that. No beast is monstrous. But she did monstrous things. That is... simply how it is, and she's ashamed of herself. ] I know people might think it isn't my fault, that I became a Beast — but I still did those things. I barely even know who I did them to, I don't remember much.
But I'm very sorry.
[ She doesn't expect forgiveness, not at all. She's alright with that. Luna's quiet for a long tome, just leaving the apology there. But after a while, she inhales and continues. ]
I was lucky. My friends found me, my boyfriend found me. They brought me back. They knew who I was even though I was a Beast. I can only guess others haven't and won't be so fortunate. [ How many times have Sleepers been killed as Beasts? How many will be in future? ]
I've been doing some thinking, the past couple of days. How to... maybe help Sleepers, somehow. Back home, someone very important to me, a hero to me really, led the way in the study of magical beasts — he's one of the greatest Magizoologists known to Wizardkind. He offered a great deal of insight into beast behaviours, abilities and how best to care for them — compiled it into a textbook.
I'd... like to start doing something like that, but for Sleepers in their Beastforms. I want to do it as my area of study at the School of Mutter. An encyclopaedia of Sleepers' forms of Beasthood, noting their appearance, abilities, strengths and weaknesses. But also how best to help them, calm them down. Bring them back.
[ She doesn't want it to mean it's how to kill them. No, no. Not at all. It's how best to help Sleepers, so they don't have to be killed. But also knowing how best to deal with them, so other Sleepers don't end up getting killed when dealing with Beasts. Merlin knows how many Witches and Wizards were likely killed by magical creatures they had no clue on how to handle them. Wild animals are just that, they can kill. ]
I could have very easily met death at the hands of a Hunter, but I was lucky I didn't. Knowledge is a very powerful tool, and I believe it could do a great deal of good. [ That being said: ] If people have information they'd like to share about their Beastforms, or how they've dealt with bringing Sleepers back — I would like to hear it for my research.
If you'd rather speak in person, you may find me at Ritual Gig in Willful Machine. [ There's a little pause, her voice wobbling slightly. ] You... may have known it as John Constantine's shop, but moving forward I shall be taking up the reins in his absence.
She sits in her room, sat on her bed with her knees curled up to her chest, still dressed in pyjamas. Her Omni rests on her bedside as she begins the broadcast. She's anxious; her brow drawn down in a sorrowful frown. It's important, though. People deserve apologies, even she deserves no luxury of apology in return. She hurt people, quite a lot — and while the memories of the latter half of April are foggy at best, she knows she's done some terrible things. ]
I realise a great deal of people may be very upset with me right now. I would have done this sooner, but I... needed a little bit of time to sort out my mind. [ She's still trying to do that, but it's now or never. ]
I remember the butterflies, and then... it gets a bit mixed up after that. [ It was like... falling down a very, very deep hole. Slowly slipping away from herself, and into something cold and dark and twisted. ]
I'm sorry. I know I hurt a lot of people, I know I— I think I killed people, too. I know I wasn't myself, I became someone terrible and then something terrible. A monstrous Beast. [ It hurts to refer herself as that. No beast is monstrous. But she did monstrous things. That is... simply how it is, and she's ashamed of herself. ] I know people might think it isn't my fault, that I became a Beast — but I still did those things. I barely even know who I did them to, I don't remember much.
But I'm very sorry.
[ She doesn't expect forgiveness, not at all. She's alright with that. Luna's quiet for a long tome, just leaving the apology there. But after a while, she inhales and continues. ]
I was lucky. My friends found me, my boyfriend found me. They brought me back. They knew who I was even though I was a Beast. I can only guess others haven't and won't be so fortunate. [ How many times have Sleepers been killed as Beasts? How many will be in future? ]
I've been doing some thinking, the past couple of days. How to... maybe help Sleepers, somehow. Back home, someone very important to me, a hero to me really, led the way in the study of magical beasts — he's one of the greatest Magizoologists known to Wizardkind. He offered a great deal of insight into beast behaviours, abilities and how best to care for them — compiled it into a textbook.
I'd... like to start doing something like that, but for Sleepers in their Beastforms. I want to do it as my area of study at the School of Mutter. An encyclopaedia of Sleepers' forms of Beasthood, noting their appearance, abilities, strengths and weaknesses. But also how best to help them, calm them down. Bring them back.
[ She doesn't want it to mean it's how to kill them. No, no. Not at all. It's how best to help Sleepers, so they don't have to be killed. But also knowing how best to deal with them, so other Sleepers don't end up getting killed when dealing with Beasts. Merlin knows how many Witches and Wizards were likely killed by magical creatures they had no clue on how to handle them. Wild animals are just that, they can kill. ]
I could have very easily met death at the hands of a Hunter, but I was lucky I didn't. Knowledge is a very powerful tool, and I believe it could do a great deal of good. [ That being said: ] If people have information they'd like to share about their Beastforms, or how they've dealt with bringing Sleepers back — I would like to hear it for my research.
If you'd rather speak in person, you may find me at Ritual Gig in Willful Machine. [ There's a little pause, her voice wobbling slightly. ] You... may have known it as John Constantine's shop, but moving forward I shall be taking up the reins in his absence.
private
she thinks, or hopes, hopefully as mothers tend to do, that he is simply very, very poor at directing his words and emotions. meanwhile, no one else needs to see this. she asks her omen how to make this for only one set of eyes, and he does. ]
Yes, she may. And she will have those who still love her and forgive her, regardless. A question (not an attack), and not one you have to answer: Do you have someone that stays in the beds you make for yourself?
private
Maybe more than that now. Both here and there.
But I know what it's like to burn all of your bridges.
And how to come back after the fact.
private
Bridges are manmade. They can be rebuilt if man desires it, but it is, [ a smudge of ink, ] what a dear friend of mine once prophesized. "It takes two to tango"?
private
I know that better than anyone. I don't need you telling me that.
Yeah. Well look- They started this shit by attacking people on the street and fucking murdering people. I stepped in because I wasn't going to put up with that shit.
If I feel like fixing it I can work on that when I'm done being pissed off.
private
I am not saying you must make amends with her. I am saying that you both (and her friends) are on completely different stages and clashing because of it. She is in the future, genuinely repenting for her actions. You are in the past, lamenting them and not quite ready to forgive. There is no way for you to tango.
Wouldn’t you agree that you cannot fix what is already done?
I have an idea: would you like to spar with me, blow off that pent steam? You may pet me, too, and hug me. I only ask that you put that device down and refrain from speaking to the other children, for a while. No good will come of it, and I do not want you to be killed another time.
private
[There's something about the way she says that he's the past that rubs him the wrong way. Like she might have seen him for what he is and he just didn't like that.]
...There's a lot of history behind that. Not just with them- But it sets me off and I can't turn away from that shit. And I'm not much of a dancer either, especially fucking tango
[And every time he tries to drop his multiple 35 year grudges something happens that puts them right back to stage one.]
But yeah... I would say that.
And I guess I could do that. Might as well show me that eagle shit you can do. If you're half as good at that as you say you are. Then maybe you'll earn some pets and shit.
I'm getting a reputation for that aren't I?
[And he will go and spar with Ammy. ...It's less that her words didn't get through to him and more that someone decided to leave a present at his door. But the cycle of something setting him off and him blowing up retaliating will continue.
...Sorry Ammy.]
private
[ she tried her best . . . . 😭 and she'll keep trying, johnny, her wayward son! ]