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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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... [ Allen just smiles faintly at that though. His question, what they look and sound like. Souls. And his expression becomes gentler; bittersweet and a little cast-over.
Symbols are indeed important, and if Peter is studying the shape of Allen's scar he would notice the star on his forehead is oriented in a strange manner. It's the same as an inverted pentagram, just one that's been filled in. Which... it is. It was exactly that first, an inverted pentagram leading into the delicate series of cut marks across his cheek and through his left eye. ]
They still look and sound like the same people that they were.
[ He says it very gently. Quietly, with that very bittersweet and heavy sort of smile. ]
Just... as Beasts, they're suffering. Crying out. Whether because they're grieving what they've become, trapped themselves in their own resentment, or have lost themselves to a blind rage that hurts them as much as they also lash out... it's the same here as it was back in my world, essentially. Often they seem to be stuck in some moment from their past they can't get past, and they grieve what they've become and lose themselves in what's corrupted them and driven them mad. The soul eventually starts to degrade the longer they're a Beast and the more corrupted they become, until it becomes unrecognizable. [ Until it becomes like looking at hell on earth. ]
It's sad... [ And it seems almost no one else can see that about them.
It's why he's still smiling so sadly as he talks. ]
That's why I want to help them.
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—as Peter's face falls again, softly.
'They still look and sound like the same people that they were.'
It's... a wounding thought. He blinks, visibly taken aback by it, and by how it affects him to hear voiced aloud. )
....That's horrible. ( His closest experience with the concept is, of course, Luna — and the stricken feeling of what might have happened to her if she'd remained a Beast for much longer. But he doesn't like the thought of anyone suffering, and he's staring down at his hands for a moment. )
I'm... glad there's people like you, here. People to push for this kind of thing. This place... it seems like suffering is part of how it functions. But it doesn't have to be like that... If we could save some of the people from that kind of outcome.... ( He looks back up, gives a soft swallow. Something freshly anxious tugs at the edges of himself, but... this is a private exchange, and... he has been wanting to help people more. )
...I don't have powers, exactly. Well... ( Peter's fingers twitch against themselves like spider's legs. ) There is something inside of me that has... powers. It's not exactly in my control, but.... I think maybe it could be of help with something like this.
It can.... reach into people's minds, and help them like... emotionally? Psychologically? I'm not sure if it would work with Beasts, and it can be kind of unpredictable. I've been trying to learn how to work with it better, but.... it's strong. And I think it would want to help, because it's scared to lose people to Beasthood, too.