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@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN - I can already see it. An older Shiro dressed in priest like garb...He's already has a 'Hunter's Axe' of sorts...
"Beasts all over the shop...You'll be one of them...sooner or later..."
Well now I know what Beryl is going to be doing in a few years.
Yay, Beryl got on someone's list.
I'm finding it hard no to look at Shiro and Been like a pair of shady used car salesmen. Gren wants to take Sangue to some back alley doctor with propable ties to the White Fang so they can cut her open and stick a bunch of highly unneeded metal and electronics in her.
Shiro is less sketchy by several orders of magnitude. A much more reasonable proposal for the arm. I still question how much that extra metal is needed though, considering what we have seen in the show.
I'm finding it hard no to look at Shiro and Been like a pair of shady used car salesmen. Gren wants to take Sangue to some back alley doctor with propable ties to the White Fang so they can cut her open and stick a bunch of highly unneeded metal and electronics in her.
Shiro is less sketchy by several orders of magnitude. A much more reasonable proposal for the arm. I still question how much that extra metal is needed though, considering what we have seen in the show.
Luke so supportive.
Oswald's reaction would be something like "If...you want, we could go back to Mistral one of these days and knock some heads around..."
Probably would not help that VGNB just got back from doing that.
I may not have said it in here but Beryl had some history with the Dodici.
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
Silent tears streamed down Beryl's face as she clung to Luke. The young man a solitary rock of warmth and life in a flood of guilt and pain.
Faces flashed before her eyes, each one a family member or friend who would never laugh again. Never sit down for a loud, boisterous, happy dinner again.
People could tell her that it was not her fault all they wanted. They could say that the world sucked and sometimes things just happened. None of that mattered to Beryl. Intellectually she understood all that, but nothing anybody said could make it sink in. In her heart it was all because she just wasn't good enough.
Every time a younger sibling was lost to the dark underside of Mistral it was because young Faunus had not pushed herself hard enough, trained enough for the task, missed some vital clue that would lead her to the missing kids. A thousand and one ways that she fell short and others suffered for it.
It tore at her from the dark shadows of her mind. Pushed her to be perhaps too ruthless on the battlefield. She could not afford to lose anyone else. To do so would connect all the cracks in her heart, shatter her and leave her broken.
Through the tears and repeated attempts to blink them away she caught sight of something on a nearby chair. Another blink brought it momentarily into focus. Enough for her to make out the bright red shape of her music player, discarded next to her headphones before she jumped into the pool. The sight of it brought another memory to mind, the smiling face of a woman with shining red hair.
The world is so dark. I don't know what to do anymore.
Let my light be your guide. Let me be your Candle in the Night.
After one long shuddering breath Beryl gave Luke one last squeeze and pulled back. A tear stained smile on her face as she spoke.
"Thanks. I'm sorry for breaking down like that."
Beryl Harken
Silent tears streamed down Beryl's face as she clung to Luke. The young man a solitary rock of warmth and life in a flood of guilt and pain.
Faces flashed before her eyes, each one a family member or friend who would never laugh again. Never sit down for a loud, boisterous, happy dinner again.
People could tell her that it was not her fault all they wanted. They could say that the world sucked and sometimes things just happened. None of that mattered to Beryl. Intellectually she understood all that, but nothing anybody said could make it sink in. In her heart it was all because she just wasn't good enough.
Every time a younger sibling was lost to the dark underside of Mistral it was because young Faunus had not pushed herself hard enough, trained enough for the task, missed some vital clue that would lead her to the missing kids. A thousand and one ways that she fell short and others suffered for it.
It tore at her from the dark shadows of her mind. Pushed her to be perhaps too ruthless on the battlefield. She could not afford to lose anyone else. To do so would connect all the cracks in her heart, shatter her and leave her broken.
Through the tears and repeated attempts to blink them away she caught sight of something on a nearby chair. Another blink brought it momentarily into focus. Enough for her to make out the bright red shape of her music player, discarded next to her headphones before she jumped into the pool. The sight of it brought another memory to mind, the smiling face of a woman with shining red hair.
The world is so dark. I don't know what to do anymore.
Let my light be your guide. Let me be your Candle in the Night.
After one long shuddering breath Beryl gave Luke one last squeeze and pulled back. A tear stained smile on her face as she spoke.
"Thanks. I'm sorry for breaking down like that."
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
She hadn't meant to start thinking of them, she really hadn't. It's just that when she spoke about them she couldn't help seeing their faces. Smiling, laughing and stuffing themselves with food in one memory. Then screaming at her to help them in the next. Their eyes wide with terror as grinning men and women took them through a hole in the church wall.
Her setting off in a rampage that was part revenge, part rescue.
The faces of those same men and women stretched in agony as their own blood turned against them.
The broken and bloodied corpses of her adopted siblings before her. The voice of their killer mocking her from the safety of a recorded message.
Almost unbeknownst to her, Beryl had slowly climbed out of the pool as memories flooded her mind. Her body shivering despite it not be that chilly out. A small voice escaped her mouth as she seemed to shrink in on herself.
"Can I have a hug?"
Beryl Harken
She hadn't meant to start thinking of them, she really hadn't. It's just that when she spoke about them she couldn't help seeing their faces. Smiling, laughing and stuffing themselves with food in one memory. Then screaming at her to help them in the next. Their eyes wide with terror as grinning men and women took them through a hole in the church wall.
Her setting off in a rampage that was part revenge, part rescue.
The faces of those same men and women stretched in agony as their own blood turned against them.
The broken and bloodied corpses of her adopted siblings before her. The voice of their killer mocking her from the safety of a recorded message.
Almost unbeknownst to her, Beryl had slowly climbed out of the pool as memories flooded her mind. Her body shivering despite it not be that chilly out. A small voice escaped her mouth as she seemed to shrink in on herself.
"Can I have a hug?"
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
A slight bob back down toward the water. Beryl realized that she had never told Luke about what her home had been like. She hoped he would not hold her origins against her.
"I grew up in a church orphanage, been there since I was a baby. Father was kind and occasionally somebody would come along looking to adopt. But we were also located directly above a particularly nasty neighborhood. Sometimes some gang or another would get the bright idea to 'adopt' some of the kids. Either because they wanted new runners for their gang or they wanted cheap product. Often they would try and resort to force if Father rejected them."
She stared down into the water, her hand clenching beneath the surface.
"Sometimes I couldn't get the kids back."
Beryl Harken
A slight bob back down toward the water. Beryl realized that she had never told Luke about what her home had been like. She hoped he would not hold her origins against her.
"I grew up in a church orphanage, been there since I was a baby. Father was kind and occasionally somebody would come along looking to adopt. But we were also located directly above a particularly nasty neighborhood. Sometimes some gang or another would get the bright idea to 'adopt' some of the kids. Either because they wanted new runners for their gang or they wanted cheap product. Often they would try and resort to force if Father rejected them."
She stared down into the water, her hand clenching beneath the surface.
"Sometimes I couldn't get the kids back."
Please don't go all romcom about it.
I suppose one reason I stopped watching is because when I see things all doom and gloom it makes me want to do something about it, that's part of why I like RPGs. The end of last season was a lot of that with producer comments about how we should expect more as the show progressed. Watching terrible things happen to characters I like is not my idea of a good way to spend ten-twenty minutes.
A bit late but a comment on the Schnee Grimm thing. They stuck one in a suit of armor. It's what Weiss was fighting in her into short.
I suppose one reason I stopped watching is because when I see things all doom and gloom it makes me want to do something about it, that's part of why I like RPGs. The end of last season was a lot of that with producer comments about how we should expect more as the show progressed. Watching terrible things happen to characters I like is not my idea of a good way to spend ten-twenty minutes.
A bit late but a comment on the Schnee Grimm thing. They stuck one in a suit of armor. It's what Weiss was fighting in her into short.
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
When Luke did not completely reject her in a huff Beryl floated a bit higher. Still lower than would normally be expected but she could at least properly carry on a conversation.
"It was usually around twelve. Sometimes there were more, sometimes less. There was no way that Father would be able to handle them all on his own so I had to step up and be the responsible older sister. I think I learned most of my fighting from handling my younger brothers"
Is he mad? I can't tell. He might just be hiding it. Oh please don't be mad, I really like him. He offered to show me the pool right after we met and never said any weird things to me.
She was still somewhat off kilter. A fact attested to by the slight chop in the water around her.
Beryl Harken
When Luke did not completely reject her in a huff Beryl floated a bit higher. Still lower than would normally be expected but she could at least properly carry on a conversation.
"It was usually around twelve. Sometimes there were more, sometimes less. There was no way that Father would be able to handle them all on his own so I had to step up and be the responsible older sister. I think I learned most of my fighting from handling my younger brothers"
Is he mad? I can't tell. He might just be hiding it. Oh please don't be mad, I really like him. He offered to show me the pool right after we met and never said any weird things to me.
She was still somewhat off kilter. A fact attested to by the slight chop in the water around her.
I stopped watching the show sometime around Penny's death.
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