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August Catch All
Who • Vogel (Emil Sinclair) and YOU
What • Catch all for August - any dungeon runs, misc. stuff happens here. I'll toss up open TL from now and then that don't fit with event posts.
When •All Throughout August
Where • Mac Anu and Lumina Cloth.
Content Warnings • none, will add if any pop up later
What • Catch all for August - any dungeon runs, misc. stuff happens here. I'll toss up open TL from now and then that don't fit with event posts.
When •All Throughout August
Where • Mac Anu and Lumina Cloth.
Content Warnings • none, will add if any pop up later
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[He looks at Mithrun, and understanding dawns on him. Only missing persons...?]
...I think...it would depend. Sometimes to find those missing persons, we need to find people connected to them.
[He's naive, not stupid. He knows what Mithrun wants. It sparks something in him too. A realisation--he's not entirely defenseless here]
But I don't have the authority to ask for any searches to be done. It's with the leadership.
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But it sounds like those systems exist. )
And what are they after?
( Money? Power? Knowledge...? It might be the lattermost option, with that mention of artifacts, but many organizations are after as many different things as there are desires; the more niche, the more particular their aspirations.
But it certainly sounds like Sinclair has Mithrun's interest. When they're on the topic of revenge, or anything directly adjacent to it, his gaze is clear the way it normally isn't, and he seems strikingly alert; not alert in the way he is when fighting in Fragment, but alert like a predator fixed to kill. )
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[Both because Sinclair can't, and because he doesn't know. There's a lot he's not privy too, but as long as the things he collects, the photos he stares at full of corpses and clues go on then...he can keep going. He's not oblivious to the change in Mithrun's expression and he pauses for a moment before saying:]
...you look different, like this.
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I want to kill him.
( The answer comes crisp. )
If they let me find who I need, I'll research for them. ( Or anything they ask for, really. ) Whatever they want.
( It's a shame no one suggested Sinclair just kill Kromer earlier, if he had access to this resource already - then again, if someone had, Mithrun would not have this opportunity. Maybe it's for the best, then, that Sinclair languished up until now. )
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No capacity for desire...? Was that really what it was?
There was something there.
He frowns a little]
...I can ask them but...I don't want them using you like that either.
[It'd eat Sinclair alive knowing his own company would treat Mithrun the way Sarabi and his own family had. Even if Mithrun was a proper adult, who was able to make his own decisions and saw clearer about a lot of things than anyone...
He doesn't want that for him. Not even if it meant killing Kromer]
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( As long as he gets revenge, it doesn't matter what happens to him. )
You can use me too, if you want. Killing him will probably lead to my death. Who used me and for what won't matter much when that happens.
( And this is why he was very clear to Sinclair when he warned him that he might die in his attempt to kill Kromer - not just because the risk is real, because it is, but because it's at the forefront of Mithrun's mind. He's pursuing his professor with the intent to kill, at any cost; not to survive.
For him, obtaining freedom doesn't mean he needs to live. In fact, maybe he'll only be free from these feelings if he dies after his professor, too, is dead. )
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Those words pull Sinclair up short. He had...guessed, maybe. Tried to prepare himself for it. But it's one thing to know that maybe, this is a suicidal task, it's another thing to know Mithrun was throwing himself in it without a second glance back]
...I mind.
[He's trembling again, but this time with anger. His eyes might be hot with tears again, but they're angry tears this time]
How does that make me any better than her if I just used you--and then let you die. Like that. In a roundabout way, doesn't that mean he wins too?
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He didn't really know why he said that then - agreeing to what Sinclair said about trying to take care of himself for other people. He didn't really want to. He guesses it just - he doesn't know. He isn't sure. But Sinclair's anger now reminds him a little of Yael's anger, too.
"I mind." Mithrun considers, if only for a moment, that he doesn't really think much about others, does he, or what they want.
He's quiet. )
... After you kill her...
( He says it, like it'll be a definitive thing. )
... What do you want to do?
( He can't imagine a life after killing him. But Sinclair sees something for himself. And maybe he's upset because he sees something for Mithrun, too. )
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I'm not sure yet. But...I think I'd like to see the world. Travel. [Most of his family's money was tied up in other things, things he never wanted to touch. But a portion of that was entirely his. It'd be enough] I probably wont be allowed, of course. But...that's what I want.
[He's been living in a cage of everyone else's making for so long. Is it a bad thing to want to unlock that?]
Maybe I'll write something. I've always liked reading.
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Mithrun listens. Those are such mundane things. They're so quiet and uneventful compared to some of the hell they've been through he'd never once pictured doing them, not in a million years.
He casts a gaze toward a distant windmill, overgrown with vines. )
... What do you like to read?
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Fantasy novels, mostly. [That's always been a childhood favourite of his, something to cling to when times got dark] Rereading the novels I grew up with like Siddhartha and...
[The latter all in German of course. Sinclair couldn't imagine reading it any other way. He studies the distant windmill with Mithrun. If Mithrun lets him, he'll go through his list, trying to pick out anything that might interest him too]
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At the tailend of that, he has a recommendation of his own: )
... Have you ever read Flowers for Algernon?
( A famous science fiction book about an experiment that massively increased the intelligence of a mouse, named Algernon. They try the same thing on a human with low intelligence, and he becomes a super genius - but Algernon's intellect then wanes, and so does the man's. Algernon dies, but the man is subject to pity and derision from his peers, who never respected him, but now they see how he is haunted by his loss, knowing acutely what it was to have and now knowing what it is to be without, and find him even sorrier than before. At the end of the story, the man "goes away," asking that someone leave flowers for Algernon in his stead.
It might be apparent, if Sinclair's read it, which part of the story Mithrun identifies with - the feeling of loss, the consequent isolation from peers; and, maybe, the need to leave. It might thus be apparent why maybe Sinclair's recs might be better for him because he only ruminates on the gravest of subjects all the time in his head, jeez. )
It's different than some of the stories you've recommended. It's also in English. Though, I guess it's been awhile since I practiced any other languages...
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All of Sinclair's favourites are filled with hope. A general sense of warmth, love for humanity, the desire for people to do better. Even after everything, it sparked.
He nods]
...most of mine are too. 'Flowers for Algernon'? I'll have to read it and tell you what I think.
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What's interesting about Sinclair is that he does radiate a desire to hope. Mithrun's disposition is due to his condition, but he doesn't think he'd be so oriented toward love even if he hadn't gotten his injury - he can only see himself as someone who would've come out even more bitter and violent than before.
He nods. Feel free to let him know. )
... I think you should write that story.
( Sinclair's clearly very passionate about reading. He wouldn't write a bad one, probably. )
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Yet, he was here, helping Sinclair in his own way.]
...thank you. I'll try.
[He nods, and then turns to the first set of monsters crawling out from the windmill.
If Kromer didn't -----
If he didn't lose himself trying to -----
Maybe if his work didn't eat him alive.
Maybe he can write something that's a little happier than what they have now]
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Mithrun is calm. Once Sinclair dives in first (being that they're here for him, and being that Mithrun distantly remembers that Sinclair wants to tank the damage), he'll jump up off a boulder and follow up Sinclair's opening with Koranshuu - a broad, relentless sweep of his sword, slicing through as many Cadets as he can manage. )
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Not this time.
The Cadet Valkyries spark something in him and it's only after Mithrun sweeps through many of them, Sinclair charges in, driving his spear viciously through a Cadet Valkyrie too slow to move out of the way. There's anger in his movements, wrath unchecked
It doesn't feel good.
But it does feel a little bit better]
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Just as the number of Cadet Harpies starts to thin, though, from the forest encroaching from behind the windmill shoots out some dozen black blurs - Wood Harpies come together, a second wave before the first had even done. They descend upon the two of them while they're working at the weaker forerunners, swooping down with fierce claws and high-pitched laughter. Mithrun narrows his eyes, and combos into a Koranshuu again - but it's his only AoE, and he can only use it so many times off CD between his ST attacks. )
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[It's probably the first time Sinclair has made an annoyed noise like that in battle, or even ever. He charges in without question, shielding Mithrun, barely using his actual attacks as he slashes and pierces at his targets, uncaring of the damage clocking up.
When he has one down far enough he slides into a Thorn Dance, driving his lance through a wood harpy without question]
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He focuses on slinking through his combos, beating back the remaining Cadets and slicing them cleanly in two, pushing into the lines and falling back behind Sinclair when the onslaught gets a little too fierce.
Mithrun fights a little more mindfully. He's not taking damage with a calculated mindset, knowing he can just rely on potions and healing ticks to fix him up later - he's trying to no-hit this entirely. When a Wood Harpy comes in at Sinclair from behind, though, Mithrun is quick to skewer it with his claymore, the blade falling just short of Sinclair's back.
Instead of flowing into his next combo, though, he grabs Sinclair by the back of his neck and yanks him back, tossing him to the ground behind with a number of of potions. His message better be clear: Mithrun's not going to tell him not to fight that way (he is, after all, the one who invited him to do so), but don't die in the middle.
Sinclair better drink quick, because Mithrun's holding aggro until Sinclair's back on his feet. )
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Oh. He had been reckless...
Even after he had gotten upset at Mithrun for the same thing]
...thank you.
[He'll down two potions quickly and leap back into the fray, charging in to redirect an attack from a Woody Harpy from Mithrun, still striking with anger--but a little more focused this time. Less wild]
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He falls back when Sinclair leaps back in, destroying the Harpy who'd just been harrying him. He takes a potion in one hand himself, a little more conservative with their use (he's still not so good with taking care of himself, after all), before mopping up the mobs out of Sinclair's range of view from behind - so he can just focus on venting (without death).
It might just be a game, but death is death. Mithrun knows how it feels.
With Sinclair's focused rage and Mithrun's single-minded determination to kill anything that might distract Sinclair from that end, it won't take them much longer to clear out the mobs, leaving nothing but digital bodies dissolving into pixels in their wake.
And also, presents! Weird. Monsters don't usually drop gift boxes wrapped with nice little bows when they die.
Mithrun squints at them, clearly recognizing them, but they seem to sit still for the moment. He looks to Sinclair instead. )
... Need another potion?
( In some way asking "How are you feeling?" but a bit more tangible. Mithrun probably looks pretty cut up himself, but at least not in critical condition. )
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And he knows better than to draw other people into his anger, and hurt them instead of its target.
There's only one person he wants to really hurt after all.
He glances over at Mithrun uncertainly...and then nods, reaching for the potion. It's strange, how he's beginning to recognise the odd little ways Mithrun shows his version of care]
I think so. [He glances at the Deadly presents and frowns] Those tend to explode when they die, don't they?
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He glances back at the presents. )
More or less. But I don't think they're very strong.
( Just. Ow. )
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No. It's a little funny...that these come after the others
[ What if they knock one exploding present into the pile? They'll just...set off a chain reaction wont they?]
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