Chapter 008 - [Voice]/[Action]
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consultmybooks[It's the afternoon of the seventh when Giles finally finds his voice again, enough to address the village at large. He still doesn't sound in any fit state when he finally sends the message out over the journal - there are several seconds of silence preceding it.]
For those of you who...weren't already informed...
[A pause, as Giles mentally prepares himself to take this leap, this final step. His voice is quiet, but steady, when he finally gets the words out.]
...Helios Sprensonne was killed in the fighting.
It...we lost him in the middle of the night on the fifth. S-So he, he should be back sometime on the twelfth, or the thirteenth. I, I would appreciate it if...those of you who know him would keep an eye out for his return. Frederic and I will do our best, of course, but...it's a big village, and...we've never done this before.
A-And if you don't know him, he...he has blond hair, and green eyes. About...mid thirties in age. He's a bit shorter than me, and he has a bit of an accent. Not sure how many of you know what "Romanian" is...just, just please help him if you see him. He's a bit of an absentminded fool, really...might need some help getting home.
...thank you.
[Locked to House 7 Residents + Jack Sparrow -20% unhackable 75% unhackable, courtesy of Buffy's efforts]
First and foremost? Someone improve this filter, please.
Besides that...his magic doesn't last if he dies. We might need to make other arrangements.
[/Locked]
[Locked to Frederic Francois Chopin -20% unhackable, 100% unhacakble, courtesy of Frederic's efforts]
...whatever you want to do about this...about me...all I ask is that you decide it before he gets back.
Even if it's just so I can be moved out.
[/Locked]
[Floor five, room twenty two...home...is not an option right now, for reasons he understands even if those reasons only make everything harder. Even so, he'll really only venture into the village proper, armed only with his umbrella and a string bag, to pick up some food from Seventh Heaven for lunch and dinner. He still doesn't trust himself to work a stove or any sort of electrical appliance beyond a light switch or a shower, and without Frederic...
...without Frederic...
...Helios was taken from him, brutally ripped away by the teeth and fangs of monsters. But Frederic just...doesn't want him near, right now, and that hurts almost as much and maybe even more. Because Giles understands perfectly well, now that he's come down off the power and the bloodlust and the rage. He understands why the composer is leery of being around him. He knows that, when all is said and done, Frederic is the only one who can give him any kind of absolution for what he did that night and that his friend has no reason to give it.
He understands, but it makes getting through the day...the thought of getting through the week...almost impossible to bear.
Anyone who wants to find Giles will likely either encounter him on the way to or in Seventh Heaven. Otherwise, they'll find him at home or just generally in the vicinity of CH7 - most likely on the front steps and fidgeting anxiously with a lump of artist's clay the size of his fists. It took a few tries, but he managed to find an apartment that was unoccupied, on one of the higher floors. He can't bring himself to move any further. The area around this particular community building is an area he's familiar with even while blind, and on top of everything else he can't trust himself to
He'll take care to be high enough on the steps that he can take shelter under the building's canopy from the rain - dry clothes after coming home were the best feeling in the world and the greatest comfort after the long nightmare that was this draft, and he's not eager to experience rain again. Not even if that rain is just a light seasonal shower, nothing on the ferocious monsoon that marked their last day and night in the rain forest.
He seems shell shocked, shaken, exhausted, and overall like a man who has lost his best friend and waded through blood this past week and is trying to deal with it. There are bad moments, all day - moments where the wet, squelching sounds of bodies exploding ring in his ears. Moments where he feels as though he's choking on someone else's blood. Moments where he hears the howls of the Shift Hunters in the wind, and the light rainfall of the day becomes the sharp sting of the monsoon. Moment's where he fears he might not be able to lock up the part of him that smiled as his victims...and they were victims...died bloody, where he fears that this is who the people he loves will know him to be from now on.
Moments where he's glad to be alone so he can just break down and cry for the loss of his best friend, of the man he refuses to stop thinking of as his own beloved brother.
And there are some moments...the worst, strangest moments of all...where he's just glad that he wasn't one of the unfortunate few to die in that jungle. He's lived through death once. He can only hope, has only hoped, that even Luceti isn't cruel enough to make him live through it again until the end.
Thanks to the last of Helios' magic, he's unhurt at least.
His eyes, at least, have lost their black color.]
((ooc: If anyone notices - I am very sorry for the repost, I don't usually do that sort of thing. However, my entry wasn't showing up on my friend's list - seeing as how I have myself friended, I thought that was odd. I had been futzing around with the time settings, and I thought that might have knocked my journal entry down to a lower "time" past more entries than it had actually should have been when I posted. I'm reposting to see whether or not that is the reason why my entry wasn't showing up.
And, hey, turns out that it was! Teach me to mess around with technology I don't understand *derp*.
The moral of the story is that Lazarus doesn't fix everything. Every time I've tried to recover this entry with Lazarus, it's reset my changes to the time that knocked my entry off my friend's list listing in the first place. Soooo...sorry for the comm spam, guys!))
For those of you who...weren't already informed...
[A pause, as Giles mentally prepares himself to take this leap, this final step. His voice is quiet, but steady, when he finally gets the words out.]
...Helios Sprensonne was killed in the fighting.
It...we lost him in the middle of the night on the fifth. S-So he, he should be back sometime on the twelfth, or the thirteenth. I, I would appreciate it if...those of you who know him would keep an eye out for his return. Frederic and I will do our best, of course, but...it's a big village, and...we've never done this before.
A-And if you don't know him, he...he has blond hair, and green eyes. About...mid thirties in age. He's a bit shorter than me, and he has a bit of an accent. Not sure how many of you know what "Romanian" is...just, just please help him if you see him. He's a bit of an absentminded fool, really...might need some help getting home.
...thank you.
[Locked to House 7 Residents + Jack Sparrow -
First and foremost? Someone improve this filter, please.
Besides that...his magic doesn't last if he dies. We might need to make other arrangements.
[/Locked]
[Locked to Frederic Francois Chopin -
...whatever you want to do about this...about me...all I ask is that you decide it before he gets back.
Even if it's just so I can be moved out.
[/Locked]
[Floor five, room twenty two...home...is not an option right now, for reasons he understands even if those reasons only make everything harder. Even so, he'll really only venture into the village proper, armed only with his umbrella and a string bag, to pick up some food from Seventh Heaven for lunch and dinner. He still doesn't trust himself to work a stove or any sort of electrical appliance beyond a light switch or a shower, and without Frederic...
...without Frederic...
...Helios was taken from him, brutally ripped away by the teeth and fangs of monsters. But Frederic just...doesn't want him near, right now, and that hurts almost as much and maybe even more. Because Giles understands perfectly well, now that he's come down off the power and the bloodlust and the rage. He understands why the composer is leery of being around him. He knows that, when all is said and done, Frederic is the only one who can give him any kind of absolution for what he did that night and that his friend has no reason to give it.
He understands, but it makes getting through the day...the thought of getting through the week...almost impossible to bear.
Anyone who wants to find Giles will likely either encounter him on the way to or in Seventh Heaven. Otherwise, they'll find him at home or just generally in the vicinity of CH7 - most likely on the front steps and fidgeting anxiously with a lump of artist's clay the size of his fists. It took a few tries, but he managed to find an apartment that was unoccupied, on one of the higher floors. He can't bring himself to move any further. The area around this particular community building is an area he's familiar with even while blind, and on top of everything else he can't trust himself to
He'll take care to be high enough on the steps that he can take shelter under the building's canopy from the rain - dry clothes after coming home were the best feeling in the world and the greatest comfort after the long nightmare that was this draft, and he's not eager to experience rain again. Not even if that rain is just a light seasonal shower, nothing on the ferocious monsoon that marked their last day and night in the rain forest.
He seems shell shocked, shaken, exhausted, and overall like a man who has lost his best friend and waded through blood this past week and is trying to deal with it. There are bad moments, all day - moments where the wet, squelching sounds of bodies exploding ring in his ears. Moments where he feels as though he's choking on someone else's blood. Moments where he hears the howls of the Shift Hunters in the wind, and the light rainfall of the day becomes the sharp sting of the monsoon. Moment's where he fears he might not be able to lock up the part of him that smiled as his victims...and they were victims...died bloody, where he fears that this is who the people he loves will know him to be from now on.
Moments where he's glad to be alone so he can just break down and cry for the loss of his best friend, of the man he refuses to stop thinking of as his own beloved brother.
And there are some moments...the worst, strangest moments of all...where he's just glad that he wasn't one of the unfortunate few to die in that jungle. He's lived through death once. He can only hope, has only hoped, that even Luceti isn't cruel enough to make him live through it again until the end.
Thanks to the last of Helios' magic, he's unhurt at least.
His eyes, at least, have lost their black color.]
((ooc: If anyone notices - I am very sorry for the repost, I don't usually do that sort of thing. However, my entry wasn't showing up on my friend's list - seeing as how I have myself friended, I thought that was odd. I had been futzing around with the time settings, and I thought that might have knocked my journal entry down to a lower "time" past more entries than it had actually should have been when I posted. I'm reposting to see whether or not that is the reason why my entry wasn't showing up.
And, hey, turns out that it was! Teach me to mess around with technology I don't understand *derp*.
The moral of the story is that Lazarus doesn't fix everything. Every time I've tried to recover this entry with Lazarus, it's reset my changes to the time that knocked my entry off my friend's list listing in the first place. Soooo...sorry for the comm spam, guys!))
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Re: [ voice | same filter-->Action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:07 pm (UTC)[And, when Jack does make his way over to the community building, he'll find Giles waiting outside. Well...not really waiting. "Waiting" implies that he hadn't been there for a few hours already.]
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:12 pm (UTC)[That, apparently, was a greeting. He gets right to the point:]
I'm of the opinion, now, that the death god does not know what Jilly looks like. I've tried a ruse, but I'm not certain it worked.
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:14 pm (UTC)He looks up towards the pirate, not showing the slightest sign of surprise at Jack's voice.]
Dressmaker's dummy in a red wig, yes. Buffy told me.
Grell fell for that, then?
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:16 pm (UTC)[Sparrow scuffs one boot in the dirt.]
She's highly intelligent, is Grell. But she can be upended by her little jealousies.
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:17 pm (UTC)[...]
...sorry, jealousies?
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:20 pm (UTC)Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:22 pm (UTC)So her dislike of Jilly stems from the fact that Grell believes her to be...robbing her of you?
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:28 pm (UTC)[This was a touchy subject for these two, to be sure; Jack can't keep a bit of a sneer out of his voice.]
She'll use that beautiful lamb to get to me, just as she'd use Buffy, or Kennedy, or McCoy, blast it.
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:36 pm (UTC)...I don't think she'll believe you if you try to claim that Jilly's gone home. She'll just think you're lying to protect her.
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:40 pm (UTC)[That voice is part anger, part complete desperation.]
And Kennedy---and apparently she's taken an interest in Hornblower now as well.
[And she's got an interest in Saleh as well, although Jack is not aware of it and that interest is not connected to him in the same way.]
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:44 pm (UTC)I would advise having Jilly herself make the announcement, since I don't think anyone's tried that before, but you would have to get everyone who knows her to play along and that's far too obvious.
A relocation might be advisable, but if you take her too far away from Buffy's protection, she'll only be more vulnerable.
[He sympathizes - he really does. Like Helios, Jilly is someone he's been unable to entirely stop thinking of as family. And having one member of his family threatened by a god was more than enough.]
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 03:56 pm (UTC)...
I don't want her making that announcement.
[To see her possibly exposed to the wily death god in that way would be too horrible to bear.]
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 04:06 pm (UTC)...I'm not saying that abandoning House 7 in the dead of night isn't possibly advisable. But if there's running to be done, it shouldn't be done outside the village and it shouldn't be done alone.
[...] Neither did I. I could make it, if you'd prefer. Grell and I have spoken before - I don't think she has any problems or jealousies where I'm concerned.
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 05:53 pm (UTC)[Avoiding the Giles Making Announcement thing for now.]
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 06:36 pm (UTC)One of the community buildings, maybe. The apartments all look the same and she'd have about fifty rooms to search through.
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 08:15 pm (UTC)Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 10:08 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 10:48 pm (UTC)Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:31 pm (UTC)I could ask if she'd be willing to stay with me.
[The apartments are supposed to be the same in structure, but navigating one that doens't have the familiar bits and pieces that room twenty two does has been admittedly problematic.]
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:44 pm (UTC)....If she agrees to it?
Aye.
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:45 pm (UTC)If not? I would advise her staying close to Buffy.
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:48 pm (UTC)[And for himself, he would have to stay far away from both of them.]
I've got to leave you, former Watcher. I've matters to see to.
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:49 pm (UTC)[He nods.]
...take care, then.
[action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:53 pm (UTC)[That was...difficult to say, for all kinds of reasons, and the pirate is striding off in that peculiar way of his without waiting to hear any kind of response.]
Re: [action]
Date: 2011-06-07 11:54 pm (UTC)...thank you.