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trusthell2017-02-26 12:04 pm
trustwellness) wrote in trusthell2017-02-26 12:04 pm
WEEK 6.
With the deaths of Viktor Nikiforov, Varric Tethras, and Killia, you're down to half of your original number. There's only fifteen of you left. How much longer before your number drops again? Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Of course, that doesn't mean that you've gained nothing else among the many, many losses you've faced; it seems that another floor has been made available to you for surviving another week. Congratulations and well done, even if you might not necessarily appreciate the reward. |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!
If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]
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But- ]
Hanyuu...
[ That's her point, of course, and Elda can... well, no, she's not sure she does understand. But she needed to hide too. All Vampires did.
But they at least had their own people. ]
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I- I was born on Earth, in the human world. I was the youngest Ryuun. My parents died early on in battle, and I took up their duty. The other Ryuun born outside our home realm, they fell too- I never even met them, because of how spread out we had to be.
[Hanyuu survived. Hanyuu was alone strong enough, fast enough, smart enough.
Hanyuu was, alone.]
The elders told me, don't appear to humans. Not looking like that. We look like what they call demons. We are demons. I... They would talk about our realm, our dead world, and I- I didn't know anything about it. I couldn't, with them, though they tried to tell me. What was real to me- Earth was real to me. The human world was real to me. I loved the grass and the air and the water, how everything felt. They would talk about how it was different where we were from, and I- I barely cared to know! All I wanted...was to connect with them, but I couldn't! I couldn't, I couldn't, I could only talk to the automated guide they gave me...!
Because... Because the humans were too afraid... I couldn't connect with other, much older Ryuun...so I tried with humans, I protected them, but they feared...because I couldn't hide these damned horns!!
[She punctuates her words with stomps, one for each. Filled with an overwhelming amount of frustration. She's said some of this, before, but she can't- she can't get Elda to see, just how much this hurts her, and it makes her feel even worse.]
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... But it's not that, is it?
It's less that she was abandoned, and more different circumstances. Elda-
Elda makes to squeeze the other woman's hands again. ]
... Hanyuu. The world, that world you were on. It isn't their world, it's not the world of humans.
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But it is! It's- it was...! Rika, and her friends, they've helped, but, but- it was their world, and I wanted to live in it! Because I couldn't...I suffered! The people I loved...they suffered! I felt like a human, but I didn't look like one, so I hated it!
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[ she can't help but shout this, her voice strong over the din of Hanyuu's protestations ]
I know you urged me to think outside my perspective, and I will try. But that world, that world you were born in and that world you entered - Earth is as much my world as any human's. And that Earth you were on is as much your world as any human's.
[ She cannot accept the contrary. ]
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[ Hanyuu has to know that, right? ]
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Well, there's no place for me in it. At least- there wasn't, all those years ago...and it doesn't help...when you keep saying the part of me I hate is what you love. When you...in front of everyone...remind me that I'm different. That you love...that I'm different.
[Hanyuu looks down. She's ashamed at this, really. But it's how she is, she doesn't want to be anything but a normal girl, a normal woman.
Answering everyone truthfully here, telling them no, she's not human, she's not anything like that- she had to. People tend to be more angry...when they find out you've deceived them.]
Do you understand?
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Instead she closes her eyes. She takes a step closer to Hanyuu, hoping the woman will allow her to more enter her personal space. And then she locks eyes with the other woman as she opens them. ]
Hanyuu.
Will you allow me to speak, without interruption?
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[She nods, still looking away. All she wants is for people to understand. Especially someone who keeps making such statements.]
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You tell me that you hate this part of you. You hate your heritage, you kind, you deny yourself. And yet, you also told me that you hold pride in your godhood, that in me denying that I've offended you and all that's sustained you for many centuries. Those two truths, to my ears, are so contradictory that it burns them - that your difference, the difference you accept exists for the benefit of the humans.
To me, nothing could be more sad.
[ As in genuinely tragic, not pathetic. ]
.... I hate humanity. You know this to be true. But I've also lived alongside these people for many weeks now, and I've been forced to accept them, their species and my hatreds and all. And I have begun to wonder, as I've considered what you demanded of me last Sunday, as I've pondered Killidia's words and the retorts of Orihime, myself, and others: perhaps, when it comes to the souls of individuals, perhaps the difference of species and kind is immaterial. And perhaps, in the world where humanity is not so wretchedly blind, a more ideal world where I could imagine the likes of the bean sprout and Silver and Orihime to be the norm rather than the exceptions, in a just world… you would never have to hide your horns.
Certainly, as I said, you have every right to that world, just I have every right to mine. It doesn’t matter is the ratio is millions to hundreds, as it is mine, or even millions to one. We are all, as you might put it, Children of Earth.
[ . . . ]
Yes, I love that you are different. I embrace that part of you that you apparently hate. Your horns are intriguing to me. Your people and that language they have fascinate me. The claws I saw you dig into the podium captivate me. All of these things are true. That difference excites me, to know that there is another besides me who is so different here, and to have experienced that difference in body and mind firsthand. I want you to celebrate those differences with me.
[ Something which seems increasingly unlikely, and she knows it. ]
... You ask me if I understand. I am trying, and if you hold what you are to be so shameful, I will do what I can to no longer highlight it. You are a woman, a friend before all else.
However I have begun to wonder, though I cannot yet believe it myself, if humans, devils, and demons… if all those and vampires share the same soul. And if that can be true, then perhaps no one species is better or worse than any other. That’s… what James believed, in any case.
[ She sighs, finally. And the spellbinding seriousness she held as she laid her thinking before Hanyuu passes. ]
... But all of that is my own mind’s wanderings. You asked me before to understand, and this is thus far what I have tried to comprehend. Perhaps there is no truth to be found in any of it.
[ She seriousness doesn’t quite return, but she does straighten her shoulders as she finishes with: ]
Know this, though: What I love about Hanyuu Furude, or High Rune Isaeo Muuru Jeda or whatever name you could choose to bare is nothing less than that very soul.
[ and she hopes that both counts as understanding, and is enough for Hanyuu to understand her ]
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It's slow, and her hands are still cupped around her horns, especially her chipped one, the injury she received from her own daughter so many centuries ago, but over time they fall. The hair on her arms, sticking up, slowly begins to fall.
And it's like... It's like looking in a mirror.
A mirror back to a lonely god, a lonely spirit, a lonely person, finding the good in humanity once more...because she so desperately craved for it to love her back.]
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[Those hands have fallen to right in front of her chest, where they are clasped. ...And she reaches one of them down, to very gently take Elda's hand. It's more like she's grabbing a few fingers, in her own shaking one, unsure- but.
Her words are murmured:]
I-I'm... I've asked...so much of you, and now... [Her vision blurs with tears.] What it took me...centuries to learn, I-I've asked...and yet...
[There's an unspeakable amount of pride for Elda, and shame for herself, and exhaustion and pain in those words.]
Th- thank you. Thank you, so very much.
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... Hanyuu isn't precisely wrong, but Elda wouldn't frame it like that.
Elda doesn't care at all if humanity loves her. She's long ago given up on that.
But she does want to be loved by Hanyuu. ... And, if she were to examine it further, by the others here. ]
Hanyuu- don't cry. I --
[ She didn't mean to make her cry. She sort of scrambles to try and wipe off the tears ]
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N-no. No, it's good. It's good...!
[She catches Elda's other hand with her own, and she lets the tears fall.]
I... I am truly glad I've met you, Elda Marker.
tbh just repeats icon I don't have better one for this
... Hanyuu. ]
I... Hanyuu - I am so glad I met you, too.
[ she swallows ]
title of this thread: how i learned to stop worrying and love the elda/hanyuu
...Hanyuu doesn't feel bad about it. In fact, she feels...okay. She feels good. Even with the incentive, there's an overwhelming sense of hope, of belief.]
If...you would like to, I... I can tell Vanille to spend the night with Orihime. I don't...want you to be alone, either.
[Tomorrow, well... Tomorrow night she'll have to watch over Vanille, out of her own matronly obligations, but for tonight.]
Walter White Voice: "You're god damned right"
She's suddenly in a hug now? And she's - she's getting an offer like that? Elda-
Elda Marker is far too selfish to refuse something like that for propriety. ]
I'd love that! [ She said, far too fast. Her heart is still racing. ] I... I would truly love that, Hanyuu.
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[...What do, now-]
A-aah, I- I forgot, the mochi- [She pulls away, though it's not abrupt, just oh no the food-] I have to get it in some kind of container so it doesn't dry out, and get it somewhere Kageshirou won't eat it- aah--
[...congrats Elda you're falling for a total housewife]
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... Elda actually laughs at that. That's so, so cute. It's needless to a vampire like her and all but it's super cute. She sort of grins, and deciding to be a bit cheeky gives Hanyuu a light shove towards wherever she had been working when she walked in ]
Well then you better get on that!
[ Not that elda's going anywhere, this is .... nice. Too fun. ]
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[she will never be a dignified god but you know maybe that's okay]
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They spent the night together.
It was great. ]