08-01-2018, 02:52 PM
loyalty -- hungry dogs are never loyal
His loyalty was a mysterious thing.
He was loyal to Snowbound and all it's members. He respected the laws of the group, followed orders when they were given (for the most part), and showed respect to his clan-mates when they deserved it. However, his loyalty had limits. Even if he was a hero at one point, his sense of justice was just the same, best described as chaotic good. He had never followed the usual protocol of heroes. He worked underground, preferred to avoid the spotlight. He had never been loyal to anyone before Snowbound.
As any beginning hero was, Aizawa was a side-kick for a while, just after he graduated from U.A. Even so, he tended to do his own thing, apprehend villains his own way. Luckily the hero he was working for admired that about him, rather than getting annoyed or angry with him over it. He supposed it was the same way now. He would do what he thought needed to be done--whether the people of the clan and their leader agreed or not. He did things his way.
But sometimes, he thought about the day when his loyalty would run out, or be wasted all together. Maybe some tyrant would come along and get control over the clan, turn it upside down and ruin it all, including his feelings and all he had done for them. Then what part of this was he loyal to? The people, the clan itself? What if the people he came to trust all just left? Those were the thoughts that mocked him, when things were quiet and paranoia clawed at the back of his mind. He didn't have much left, and he wanted to keep whatever he did.
He was tired of losing things.
When it came down to it, Aizawa enjoyed the little group they had, including the people. There weren't many of them left, but he would be damned if he didn't protect those who were still around. He wanted to protect the smiles on their faces, the peace that often hung over the village. He would hunt down anyone who dared to interrupt that peace.
That included ones in the clan itself. When he came across Shion after being attacked by their own members, or Izuku when he fought with Stryker, there was a blossom of rage that burned bright in his chest. He wasn't an angry man, just irritated and tired--but this time, he had tasted the bitterness of betrayal, which clung to him as he made his way through the territory. He had long since left the area of Snowbound, inching closer to what seemed to be a desert of some sort, which surprised him somewhat. He hadn't expected to find such terrain so close by. But he didn't bother to question it, as this world was odd in many ways.
The lion had made the whole trek simply out of his loyalty--or maybe it was more-so out of a sense of justice he still had. These people had wronged them, and in his subconscious, he knew they had to pay for their crime. They had never done anything to them.
He had long since abandoned his role as a hero, but in moments like these, he felt like one again, a bringer of justice. It wasn't the best way, but now, it was the only way he knew how. An eye for an eye, so to say.
[words; 573]
His loyalty was a mysterious thing.
He was loyal to Snowbound and all it's members. He respected the laws of the group, followed orders when they were given (for the most part), and showed respect to his clan-mates when they deserved it. However, his loyalty had limits. Even if he was a hero at one point, his sense of justice was just the same, best described as chaotic good. He had never followed the usual protocol of heroes. He worked underground, preferred to avoid the spotlight. He had never been loyal to anyone before Snowbound.
As any beginning hero was, Aizawa was a side-kick for a while, just after he graduated from U.A. Even so, he tended to do his own thing, apprehend villains his own way. Luckily the hero he was working for admired that about him, rather than getting annoyed or angry with him over it. He supposed it was the same way now. He would do what he thought needed to be done--whether the people of the clan and their leader agreed or not. He did things his way.
But sometimes, he thought about the day when his loyalty would run out, or be wasted all together. Maybe some tyrant would come along and get control over the clan, turn it upside down and ruin it all, including his feelings and all he had done for them. Then what part of this was he loyal to? The people, the clan itself? What if the people he came to trust all just left? Those were the thoughts that mocked him, when things were quiet and paranoia clawed at the back of his mind. He didn't have much left, and he wanted to keep whatever he did.
He was tired of losing things.
When it came down to it, Aizawa enjoyed the little group they had, including the people. There weren't many of them left, but he would be damned if he didn't protect those who were still around. He wanted to protect the smiles on their faces, the peace that often hung over the village. He would hunt down anyone who dared to interrupt that peace.
That included ones in the clan itself. When he came across Shion after being attacked by their own members, or Izuku when he fought with Stryker, there was a blossom of rage that burned bright in his chest. He wasn't an angry man, just irritated and tired--but this time, he had tasted the bitterness of betrayal, which clung to him as he made his way through the territory. He had long since left the area of Snowbound, inching closer to what seemed to be a desert of some sort, which surprised him somewhat. He hadn't expected to find such terrain so close by. But he didn't bother to question it, as this world was odd in many ways.
The lion had made the whole trek simply out of his loyalty--or maybe it was more-so out of a sense of justice he still had. These people had wronged them, and in his subconscious, he knew they had to pay for their crime. They had never done anything to them.
He had long since abandoned his role as a hero, but in moments like these, he felt like one again, a bringer of justice. It wasn't the best way, but now, it was the only way he knew how. An eye for an eye, so to say.
[words; 573]