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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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...it's so commendable. How thoughtful he is. How kind-hearted, too; that much is obvious.
Allen gives a bit of a weak laugh at the mild call-out though. ]
I think maybe I did overstep a little. [ The passion of youth. But also, no, he wasn't speaking to others like the other man so much. More to the actual hierarchy and organizational ethos that dictates the overall tenets of the Hunters. And to those who didn't know most Beasts were once human, or who chose to ignore that -- and there are those. But his closest friend is a Hunter, after all. One of the ones that focuses on trying to contain over killing. ]
But I can understand where you're coming from too, you know. Even if it's different.
For me, my whole life I fought what were called "Akuma". [ It's enunciated, and he does mean it as a different thing from akuma, though he also doesn't know any Japanese. ] Living weapons that were made from human souls.
When a person dies and a loved one grieves for them, they could be visited by a man who would say he could bring them back. He would, but only to corrupt the soul and trap it, binding it as a weapon. It would go mad with grief at what it had become, and would be ordered to kill their loved one that had only wanted to see them again so badly. To wear their skin and hide amongst humans and kill them.
Over and over. Killing more and evolving more, and becoming more insane and more corrupted as the soul continued to grieve over what it had become. An endless cycle of grieving and suffering by the millions that threatened the whole of humanity.
The difference was, the only way to truly destroy them... it was with a weapon that also purifies them. Purifies the soul. So the only way in order to give them mercy was to destroy the body in a way that also saved the soul. Because the human they once were was already long dead.
That weapon is still a part of me here. So to me, the idea of being able to save something suffering similarly as they did but to be able to still possibly save the life itself and not just the soul... it's amazing. [ He is so ultimately touched by the notion it still shakes him sometimes, the destroyer who only ever wanted to save. And more touched still by exactly what Hayato also mentioned: it is overwhelming to him still just how many people do share his sentiment. Literally, wholly overwhelmed.
But he's sober, and he looks down at his hands for a moment. ]
So if it were me in your stead, living in a world like that without what I think I realize now must almost be a luxury, having an ability like that... I would kill them too. Suffering only begets more suffering, and even death is a kindness compared to something like that.
[ He lifts his head then and smiles gently, although it is a little stretched and doesn't quite meet his eyes. Tired. ]
You seem like a very kind sort of person, you know. [ He pauses. ]
What's your name?
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[Yes, the passion of youth. He understands that very well, and that was certainly him once, many years ago. That's why he came at it the way he did; he could tell Allen's heart was in the right place.]
[It does pain him to know what kind of awful situation he might have come from, though. If it's a pattern he's managed to nail down about the kind of people who end up here, it's that they've all been embroiled in some truly terrible circumstances, and so often these people are just kids. That kind of tiredness in Allen's eyes, it doesn't belong in someone that young.]
It really is something that feels miraculous, isn't it? The chance to save when you've spent so long only able to destroy.
[God, does he understand. He was once a man who claimed the pen was mightier than the sword, and he's long since had to give up on those ideals to do what had to be done.]
This place, for all it's blood and gloom, has a certain way with inspiring hope that I'm always caught off guard by.
[Ah- but that comment, about being a kind person. He offers him a quiet laugh, shaking his head.]
I just do what I can. [A beat.] Hayato Ichimonji. It's nice to meet you
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People are strong because they're able to have that sort of hope, I think. That even when things are darkest, we can find things to look forward to and believe in. [ It brings a smile to his face; a quiet one, sure, but a real one. ]
That's why even if this place is that bleak, I'm not that worried at our ability to persevere despite it. [ Matter-of-fact; certain. Stabilizing and squaring himself. ]
It's nice to meet you, Mister Hayato. [ Truly. And he measures that, recalling back his offer. ]
I think... we'd be so honored to have whatever support you're willing to offer. [ So very lucky, he'd say, if he believed in luck at all.
Thank you. ]
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I was able to see that resolve first-hand when the Leviathan struck. I don't know if you know of that incident, but it was something that could have, and probably should have, destroyed us.
[He speaks of this fondly, despite how dire that had been. He's made a post about this in the past, since he was there as a photographer initially. Back when he was being more guarded about his abilities.]
This town came together and really pulled off a miracle. The people here are really something. That's why I think you will be successful.
And I'll do what I can to make sure that's the case.
[Nah, thank you. He likes to be reminded of the spirit the people here have. It makes him think maybe one day he'll have a shot at retiring.]
sorry!! my new job hit like a brick...
His head snaps up at that. In surprise sure, but it's not even that -- of course he isn't actually that surprised from how he had responded in the very first even. But that sort of vote of confidence and the reason for it...
It makes his eyes smart a little, and he quiet for a moment as he swallows and waits for the tightness in his throat to lessen. ]
Aah... it's amazing, really. What people can do when they come together. How many can come together when it's for something they believe in, especially when the world can otherwise seem so terrible. [ More than twenty five Sleepers already expressing their desires for this, some way to better help those who become Beasts...
He scrubs at the corner of his eye for a moment with the back of his hand and smiles to the other man then; something painfully bittersweet but so very happy too from too many emotions crammed in all at once. ]
I look forward to us being successful together!