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emorangerpink ([personal profile] emorangerpink) wrote in [community profile] srwug_alpha_rp2011-11-29 09:30 pm

Opening Phase (backdated to Fairy Park)

1.
[Late on the last evening before the Chalice departs from Fairy Park, a new face appears aboard - a pale, petite young woman with long red hair and the look of someone who isn't sure where they're supposed to be headed but doesn't want to admit it. It doesn't help that she appears to be steering around whatever concentrations of people exist at this hour, with the side effect of routing her away from most interesting locations. After a while of fruitless wandering on the Promenade, she gives up and hesitantly approaches the nearest person.]

Um, hello... I'm new aboard, and I need to see the captain, or whoever's in charge... do you know where I can find them?

Ah, I'm Laura, Laura Ericks. I'm here to join the crew, so I guess that means we'll be teammates - it's nice to meet you.

[Her left hand is tightly grasping a sealed envelope, while her right fidgets with a metal wristwatch on her left arm. Is this girl afraid of you, or just afraid of everything?

Laura's looking for the Captain - does she turn to you for help, or do you run in to her on her way there?]

2.
Hello... Dan?

[Laura pokes at the terminal uncertainly - she knows how to use a terminal, but not where a ship's AI might be found on one.]

[identity profile] subject-0057.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Celestial Being's technology and her Meisters are too powerful for it to be truly called a war at that point. [His eyes flicker uncomfortably as he mentions that; is it possible that, despite being a Meister, he's uncertain with their methods as well?]

We're not a large organization, but... When Celestial Being intervenes, it stops being a war and becomes a killing field. [There's a visible cringe when he says that.]

[identity profile] subject-0057.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[He sighs and looks up at her; the single silver eye is distraught, but he nods nonetheless.] Think about it. Right now, the Earth's countries are held in balance by the fact that no military has any real advantage over the other. Yet they still wage war, and for what? Territory. Money. Control.

Celestial being is a very small organization. We're not looking to expand our power, so we need no territory. All the materials we use can't be bought, so we need no money. And all of us were specifically chosen because the world has wronged us, and we want to make it so that such things never happen again.

I'm not saying that us using that power is right. But if we gave this power to the people, the governments that control them would use it only for their own gain. Celestial Being's purpose is to prevent the loss of thousands, tens of thousands, of lives, most of which may be innocent - by killing those few hundred that matter.

[identity profile] subject-0057.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
If I think it's right? [Allelujah takes a sharp breath, reaching up to hold the unseen eye firmly. He grits his teeth firmly.]

Of course it isn't right. The loss of any life is wrong. I don't expect you to understand the methods Celestial Being uses... and honestly, I don't fully understand the purpose of it either.

But I have to fight. I don't have a choice. [He slowly lowers his hand, as if expecting the hidden eye to rear up and attack.] Who I am - what I am - won't allow me to do anything but fight. And I'd rather fight for an ideal that I can truly put my heart behind, and alongside people I know I can trust.

I'm not saying what we do is right. But, for people like me, who have no choice, I'd rather fight against the people whose purpose in war is personal gain, than fight with them.

[identity profile] subject-0057.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
... [Allelujah flipped up the hair covering his right eye; unlike the silver left one, this one was gold - and had a violent, feral appearance to it.]

Because when I was very young, no more than six, something happened. I was reborn, not as a human, but as a Super Soldier. I was created for the sake of combat. I was built to be a survivor - a killer. It's not something I asked for, but something that was forced on me. Allelujah Haptism doesn't exist in a world without war...

[A small frown.] And so, Allelujah Haptism fights for a world where he doesn't have to exist - where nobody like him has to exist. A world where nobody else has to become a living weapon, whose only purpose is to fight and kill. I want to help build a world where children can grow up and live happily, instead of being used as tools.

The world may never reach that point, but it's the ideal I reach for. If I can't fight for that dream, then I have nothing.

[identity profile] subject-0057.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah... I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to drag you into my life's story like that.

[He got to his feet, letting his hair collapse in front of his eye again. He's not so blind as to miss the lapse back into uncomfortable territory.] Maybe it would be best if I let you be. But... please don't misunderstand. I'm not asking you to pity me, and I'm not asking for forgiveness or understanding.

Well... I hope everything goes well for you on the Chalice, Laura. [He turned on his heel, towards the door. If Laura has anything else on her mind, now would be the time to say it.]

He's not a compulsive killer, but I can see why she might think that

[identity profile] subject-0057.livejournal.com 2011-12-17 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Back in his room, Allelujah was resisting the urge to violently punch the wall, and instead settled for pressing his face into a hand roughly. "You know she's a Shifter too, right? You may have just signed our death sentence."]

... I just wanted to know more about Devon and her friends, Hallelujah.

["And now not only do you not have that, but you've almost guaranteed that the other shifter-"] Laura. ["-Whatever; she'll probably never trust you after that."]

[Allelujah couldn't say anything to that; as much as he detested Hallelujah, his darker side was absolutely right. He sighed and fell back on his bed, arm covering his eyes; today had just become a miserable turn of events. The worst part was, he had no one to blame but himself.]