06-11-2018, 10:58 AM
“[color=black]Again? That’s a shame.” Radeken wasn’t plagued with any dawning sense of rage on behalf of Bastille or fear for what this meant for the rest of them - his body on the border could only mean a threat, right? Maybe?? - , only a cool sort of curiosity as to how his corpse had gotten there. Granted, there had been a rush of something as she approached, just moments before she realized she was looking at a dead body, the same thrill she was bathed in any time she came across something broken and in need of repair.
There was no fixing death, though. At least, not if he had been out here for while, and to be fair, Radeken didn’t care to check. She wasn’t that kind of person. The healing kind, itonically enough. The Halo lingered back idly, allowing for Rin to go forward. Maybe she was more of an optimist, more willing to try and beat life into this dead horse. “[color=black]What is asking him to wake up going to do? Do you think begging is all it takes to resurrect people? If you want someone to really try and help, do it yourself or give Warringkingdoms some space and go cry somewhere else.” She shot sourly, peering at Suiteheart and Margaery disapprovingly, picking a spot to sit as if she was here for a show. Maybe it was her lack of emotion in general or maybe it was just that this wasn’t the first time she had seen him without a pulse, but Radeken could only bring herself to watch blankly even as Rin carried on on what Rad was certain would be a pointless endeavor. Will I have to start testing on myself? ...No. There’ll never be a shortage of self-destructive dead ends. She swallowed that brief moment of trepidation. No shortage of guinea pigs. In a way, she hoped he was gone for good. She’d make sure she would have first pickings from his library. She sat as attempts to resuscitate Bastille were set into motion.
“[color=black]I hope you’re not out of time.” She didn’t feel either about it, honestly. Radeken got something no matter what happened to him - continued test subject or ownership of books she was already stealing nonstop anyway.
There was no fixing death, though. At least, not if he had been out here for while, and to be fair, Radeken didn’t care to check. She wasn’t that kind of person. The healing kind, itonically enough. The Halo lingered back idly, allowing for Rin to go forward. Maybe she was more of an optimist, more willing to try and beat life into this dead horse. “[color=black]What is asking him to wake up going to do? Do you think begging is all it takes to resurrect people? If you want someone to really try and help, do it yourself or give Warringkingdoms some space and go cry somewhere else.” She shot sourly, peering at Suiteheart and Margaery disapprovingly, picking a spot to sit as if she was here for a show. Maybe it was her lack of emotion in general or maybe it was just that this wasn’t the first time she had seen him without a pulse, but Radeken could only bring herself to watch blankly even as Rin carried on on what Rad was certain would be a pointless endeavor. Will I have to start testing on myself? ...No. There’ll never be a shortage of self-destructive dead ends. She swallowed that brief moment of trepidation. No shortage of guinea pigs. In a way, she hoped he was gone for good. She’d make sure she would have first pickings from his library. She sat as attempts to resuscitate Bastille were set into motion.
“[color=black]I hope you’re not out of time.” She didn’t feel either about it, honestly. Radeken got something no matter what happened to him - continued test subject or ownership of books she was already stealing nonstop anyway.