1 - A boy in the brig

[primalfanatic.livejournal.com]

[The surviving captured Disciple of Baphomet is in the brig and has been since the fight with them a week ago. He seems rather resigned. He eats and sleeps and exercises but doesn't do much else. He hasn't tried to escape, nor has he really complained.]

((OOC: Feel free to time your posts at any point after this log: warning: the log contains a somewhat graphic suicide.))

Comments

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

No.

[Devon turns away from the door, but Flynn can still hear her voice as she's just leaning against the wall next to the door.]

You cannot rely on others to supply power to you. This is not personal strength.
You have to reach it with your own very two hands. And nothing else.

[primalfanatic.livejournal.com]

You're wrong. There is no such thing as personal strength.

Without the world you stand on, without the other people and things around you, without something for it to act upon, strength doesn't exist.

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

No. It still exists - the difference is that you have nothing to use it on. But that matters not. To be strong and capable is its own reward.

[primalfanatic.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

Meaningless rhetoric. Never mind having something to act upon or be strong relative to, you would die if you were the only thing in existence.

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

Ha. Wouldn't that simplify things.

[These are Devon's parting words - not the best way to make a good impression.]