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ataraxionlogs2012-06-07 11:38 pm
theguidinghand) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-06-07 11:38 pm
Who would trade his karma for my kingdom?
CHARACTERS: "Nick" and everyone who signed on here
LOCATION: Medbay, shortly after jumping.
WARNINGS: Blood. Trauma. Wraith feedings.
SUMMARY: The Wraith is due to feed again, and this time, he has plans.
The trouble with pain is that you have to rely on both the sharer and the bearer to be entirely honest with each other. Guide, by nature, was not an entirely honest man, but he was honest enough to appear in Medbay shortly after jump the seventh. Had the circumstances been less grave, his stay would have almost seemed comical; he was a man in Wraith leathers, coat swishing against the floor as he prepared a mild sedative, stark against the humans with their cropped hair and dull clothing. He was dressed to hold an audience with another lord of his alliance, and yet he was serving beasts instead. If his followers had ever learned of this arrangement between man and kine, they would almost have certainly deemed him mad on the spot.
It was its own sort of madness. He could not cull, so he compromised. He did not hunt, lest he be hunted. He could have the med staff administer a mild and - as soon as he began to feed - ineffective sedative to his prey, giving them that faith, that last bit of delicious defiance, that they might meet a monster and survive thanks to the supposed superiority of their medicine. It was a calculated madness, unorthodox but useful - the more that witnessed the feeding firsthand, the more that were defiant in the face of their monster, the less reluctant future volunteers might be.
Eight volunteers. They would suffice for now.
LOCATION: Medbay, shortly after jumping.
WARNINGS: Blood. Trauma. Wraith feedings.
SUMMARY: The Wraith is due to feed again, and this time, he has plans.
The trouble with pain is that you have to rely on both the sharer and the bearer to be entirely honest with each other. Guide, by nature, was not an entirely honest man, but he was honest enough to appear in Medbay shortly after jump the seventh. Had the circumstances been less grave, his stay would have almost seemed comical; he was a man in Wraith leathers, coat swishing against the floor as he prepared a mild sedative, stark against the humans with their cropped hair and dull clothing. He was dressed to hold an audience with another lord of his alliance, and yet he was serving beasts instead. If his followers had ever learned of this arrangement between man and kine, they would almost have certainly deemed him mad on the spot.
It was its own sort of madness. He could not cull, so he compromised. He did not hunt, lest he be hunted. He could have the med staff administer a mild and - as soon as he began to feed - ineffective sedative to his prey, giving them that faith, that last bit of delicious defiance, that they might meet a monster and survive thanks to the supposed superiority of their medicine. It was a calculated madness, unorthodox but useful - the more that witnessed the feeding firsthand, the more that were defiant in the face of their monster, the less reluctant future volunteers might be.
Eight volunteers. They would suffice for now.
RUSSIA
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Perhaps that's why he's here, offering himself up to feed someone who could turn on the ship as easily as he wished, or maybe it's something less noble and he's giving in to the urge to just chase reckless thing after reckless thing. Whatever the case is, he's here now with his fingers drumming along his leg, nerves and the urge to turn warring with his will. Oh, Rossiya, what have you gotten yourself into this time?]