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likethelight) wrote in deernet2022-05-21 05:40 am
video; un: an.exorcist
[ Deep breath, come on, you've got this. ]
...just because someone becomes a beast, it doesn't mean they stop being human.
[ The video comes on and it's an older, slender teenager with stark white hair; pale grey eyes and a strangely delicate bright red mark slashed across the left side of his face. He seems to be in a courtyard of sorts, one of Amaterasu's guardian saplings is behind him in full bloom. He's only visible from the chest up, but the chair he's sitting in has handles behind it-- looks like a wheelchair. Whatever is taking the video also appears to be a flying sort of thing that bobs slightly. It's trying to hold this video still, but really... ]
Most of you probably already know this. [ His head cants to the side with a lightly apologetic smile. ] Some of you might even be able to still hear or reach them despite that form.
But not everyone does, and it's still too easy to say "oh, it's safer and quicker to just kill them. You don't save monsters." [ The official creed of the Hunters... but he's diplomatic enough to not say that aloud. ] Or "oh, a Sleeper can just come back." Except it isn't just us. Someone else who isn't... most of them who were human... they aren't like us. [ He smiles softly, but in a way that doesn't reach his eyes. They hood, bittersweet. ]
They're just dead then. The soul suffers until the end. Maybe beyond.
It doesn't have to be like that though. [ He seems a soft-spoken sort with a lilted voice, but his tone shifts then and becomes more certain. ] They aren't just a monster, and they don't have to stay one. Even with what they've become -- the soul is still human. Some part of them still wants to be saved; to be themselves once again. And they can. [ Mostly. At least so far in his experience. ]
Some of us have abilities that can let us purify or reverse what corrupted them and bring them back. Some of us-- [ he pauses, looking for a moment just a touch overwhelmed as his eyes drift to the side, the smallest curl of a touched sort of smile at the corner of his mouth ] ... a number of us, we're trying to do something to change things. At one of the old monasteries in Crenshaw.
[ But he closes his eyes. Deep breath, you can do this.
He lifts his eyes back up to the "camera", his expression schooled now with a quiet sort of determination. Chin up, eyes forward. ]
My name is Allen Walker. I'm an Exorcist. [ Clearer, more certain: steady. Rung like a quiet bell. ]
Who's been able to save someone who became a beast?
[ More importantly: ] Who wants to?
[ It's more determined and clearer still. ]
...just because someone becomes a beast, it doesn't mean they stop being human.
[ The video comes on and it's an older, slender teenager with stark white hair; pale grey eyes and a strangely delicate bright red mark slashed across the left side of his face. He seems to be in a courtyard of sorts, one of Amaterasu's guardian saplings is behind him in full bloom. He's only visible from the chest up, but the chair he's sitting in has handles behind it-- looks like a wheelchair. Whatever is taking the video also appears to be a flying sort of thing that bobs slightly. It's trying to hold this video still, but really... ]
Most of you probably already know this. [ His head cants to the side with a lightly apologetic smile. ] Some of you might even be able to still hear or reach them despite that form.
But not everyone does, and it's still too easy to say "oh, it's safer and quicker to just kill them. You don't save monsters." [ The official creed of the Hunters... but he's diplomatic enough to not say that aloud. ] Or "oh, a Sleeper can just come back." Except it isn't just us. Someone else who isn't... most of them who were human... they aren't like us. [ He smiles softly, but in a way that doesn't reach his eyes. They hood, bittersweet. ]
They're just dead then. The soul suffers until the end. Maybe beyond.
It doesn't have to be like that though. [ He seems a soft-spoken sort with a lilted voice, but his tone shifts then and becomes more certain. ] They aren't just a monster, and they don't have to stay one. Even with what they've become -- the soul is still human. Some part of them still wants to be saved; to be themselves once again. And they can. [ Mostly. At least so far in his experience. ]
Some of us have abilities that can let us purify or reverse what corrupted them and bring them back. Some of us-- [ he pauses, looking for a moment just a touch overwhelmed as his eyes drift to the side, the smallest curl of a touched sort of smile at the corner of his mouth ] ... a number of us, we're trying to do something to change things. At one of the old monasteries in Crenshaw.
[ But he closes his eyes. Deep breath, you can do this.
He lifts his eyes back up to the "camera", his expression schooled now with a quiet sort of determination. Chin up, eyes forward. ]
My name is Allen Walker. I'm an Exorcist. [ Clearer, more certain: steady. Rung like a quiet bell. ]
Who's been able to save someone who became a beast?
[ More importantly: ] Who wants to?
[ It's more determined and clearer still. ]
[ ooc: for those who want to poke around in person, there is also an open mingle log for Sanctuary!
CW: mentions of prior character death throughout ]
CW: mentions of prior character death throughout ]
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I know, though... you're right. It was like that in my world, too. [ He was the anomaly, and he kept his mouth shut most of the time because of it out of not wanting to hurt feelings or rock the boat. This is a big change for him. ] When you've seen a creature like that tear down someone in front of you, especially a loved one... it's only natural to hate them. It's easier to just stop it by killing it.
Trying-- or being made to see the humanity still in it just makes that harder.
[ He glances down at his hands for a moment, even if they're offscreen; left and right. He looks back up at her with a bit of an apologetic smile after that. ]
I don't know. I've always had a hard time trying to explain that when I can understand how they feel too.
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The worst monsters in my world I ever knew were people. They had the choice not to be cruel, but they didn't take it. I know what it is to want revenge. But...I saw the stupid king who killed my father die. It didn't make me feel better. [it was a little funny.] All I felt was relieved that he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. When he first showed me my father's head, I tried to push him over the ramparts. I didn't care what happened to me. But now all I can think about is how much worse it would have been for my mother, if I had died at that time.
Some people will only choose to hurt other people over and over, no matter what form they take. Those people have to be stopped. I don't know that there is one way to stop every cruel person from hurting anyone else. But I do know there's more than one way to stop beasts hurting people, and it's worth trying the kinder one, when we can.
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That's... an almost dizzying level of horror, even for Allen. How would he have reacted to see Mana paraded in front of him in such a way if he had also been murdered? He probably would have killed them. He doesn't kill, and but at that time he probably would have tried to kill them too. He did feel murderous rage at finally meeting the thing that killed Cross, too -- but it wasn't human, not really "alive", and thus it doesn't quite count.
It leaves a bitter sort of taste in his mouth and offscreen he clenches a hand into a fist to calm himself. ]
...I'm no good when it comes to the fighting between humans, you know. [ He laughs weakly, a bitter sort of bark. Self-deprecating.
But he lifts his head and smiles back up at her, too. Wan but grateful. ]
Thank you, Sansa. I'm glad we're friends.
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I'm very glad we're friends, and I'm glad you haven't known war like we have on my world. It's much worse when they're people.
[people who might not necessarily want to be fighting, but find themselves forced into it by someone, somewhere, trying to play the great game of thrones. people who are trying to kill you anyway. at least the beasts have nothing left to lose.]
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But he pauses then, a sudden curl of a quiet smile like finding something so very funny. ]
You're a little scary when you're mad at people, you know? [ And he says it quite fondly and with amusement. Her going after Wesker... haha wow, remind him to never piss you off Sansa. He's just making mental notes to bring her more lemon-related pastries. ]
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Ganbatte ne, Sansa. ]
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she laughs.]
You're very sweet.
[sansa...]
I can't be that scary; the people that killed my family and took my home were terrible cowards. They had to resort to very nasty tricks.
[unlike the tricks that sansa uses, which are elegant and refined.]
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I wouldn't judge myself by the actions of cowards and lowlifes.
[ A faint snort. He'd crack an actually joke and tease her, but uh... heavy topic. No. ]
Just that scary perhaps to your lemoncakes and muffins. [ there's the gentle tease ]
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Imagine what they must think of you!
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[ a beat ]
And they never see me coming.
[ rattled off entirely deadpan ]
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[she doesn't bother to disguise the laughter in her voice because, well, she's not entirely certain she wouldn't frighten him into apologizing, otherwise.]
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Only so the lady doesn't have to be quite so much then.
[ Charmer? Sometimes, harmlessly. ]
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Just think of the hunters like the cakes, then. Don't let them see you coming until you have them in the palm of your hand.
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Wow-- [ He blinks, momentarily stunned, before he gives a sheepish laugh. ]
You really are a little scary sometimes.