06-16-2019, 08:16 PM
Being human was exhausting, hal unconsciously agreed. Being a cop - a detective, was so much worse. Having to face the worst that humanity has to offer - and do it constantly: Hal wasn’t an opportunist. Had never been one since the start - growing up he had been hopeful, but now it was creeping more attuned to nihilism. Not that - life was pointless, life had meaning it was what you made it out to be. Hal took the initiative to bring others to justice, to settle the score that others could not take to. For him it was easy - as easy as breathing: right and wrong were never really definates, but it was up to the society they lived in that made them - he caught criminals, put them in front of society to face their peers wraith. It was not his job to make the hard choices of good or bad, just enforce what choice was decided. There was one criminal he remembered, before RK came stumbling into his life - the words ; oh the chilling words - “[glow=white,2,300]there is no right or wrong, these choices are for the weak to decide, and the strong to either enforce it or break it as they please.[/glow]” It wasn’t his first case he worked on - it definitely wasn’t the last (considering he couldn’t even remember the ‘last’ case he had) yet, it was one he remembered. Would remember.
Hal was always considered as volatile - he knew it and never tried to hide it. Those that got close enough saw it, and the rest kept their own respectable - preferred distance. Hal didn’t need friends - didn’t need family: with good intentions and - “[glow=white,2,300]we just want to help hal-[/glow]” No, the Saint Bernard didn’t need ‘help’ after… after coals death - he just wanted peace, peace to settle back into life to come back to himself. He wasn’t an object to be prodded and pushed at - he lived his life - his way. Maybe it was the reason that Hal was so quick to panic - fear in the given situation. Volatile towards RK now - because the control - his life was taken from him. would get taken from him, he expected it - living at home under someone’s heels or only surviving in the wild. Hal didn’t know how to hunt or even kill for his own food. Saint bernards were winter-esce dogs , they were not made for these climates - he was not fit in this situation at all, and it showed with his reactions. Hal flickered between panic- fear, docile- calm. Hal was a wreck of a human and a mess in a dog, a kind that settled in between the two now. Both and yet neither.
RK and hal made the perfect pair now - did before too. RK was a wolf without instinct and only logic - Hal now a saint Bernard was brimming with emotions and instinct. Rk was his guide to the animal world, and it seemed hal was the guide, handler of the human one. Hal was tense with nerves too - unaware what kind of civilization would take them in - would accept to beings in between and yet not - animals. Even before RK was smart- smarter than the normal wolf or common dog, he was a valued companion on the job, and even past the small hiccup hal made from becoming human to dog did little to erase the trust he implicitly had in the RK. It was easy to trust Rk, he was programmed to work on the field - to be subjective where Hal could not be. It filtered differently now, the subtle thing that took hold of his mind made panic into something worse - made hal into something dangerous - urged him to trust, Hal was not helpless to this instinct - because that is what it was - but he didn’t feel the need to reject it either.
When he offered to help RK, it was with earnest intentions, a secret apology that hal would never voice. RK was not equipped with any emotions to draw from - to sympathise with hal, and he lashed out at him for it, Rk didn’t have emotions as far as he could tell. But he had his own thoughts, his own favorites (in efficiency) and dislikes (hal indulging in toxic behaviors) Reckless in his own right and helpful in almost all cases that they worked together. So yes, hal wanted to pass that help along - in a silent way apologize for his outburst and panic. When he went to help it was with knowing he could get zapped or hurt - like becoming a detective came with the opportunity to die on the job or case. But he didn’t get shocked - if it was either RK’s low electricity output or SOmething of Hal’s paws having less nerves to register the pain of it - it didn’t hurt in the slightest. A slight jolt - of something and then nothing at all. It was new - it was odd, and Hal let out a low huff at RK’s comment for safety -since when has hal ever acted safely?
Hal had yet to step away from the close proximity, yet when Rk took a step back to test his reflexes hal did as well. Moving back a few inches before nodding along to the explanation. The gratitude left him floundering, a soft grunt from the larger dog’s mouth in acknowledgement- a positive lilt to his own maw at the smile - awkward and menacing in the jaws of a wolf - but not from Rk, not from pack. “...” Hal too was seeming at a lost for words, letting the silence pass without comment for a moment longer until RK’s words caught his attention once more - “[glow=#add8e6,2,300]what is it like being human?[/glow]” it caught his attention - snapping back into the bi-colored gaze of his companion. blue stable, safe - Hal never really thought much of the color combination beside blue was safe. Yellow was processing and red was [glow=#480000,2,300]error[/glow]
"[glow=#212121,2,300]It's not something you can really explain i guess.[/glow]" Hal muttered - to quick. How do you explain it - to feel - the instinct of wants and needs? "[glow=#212121,2,300]It's actually not much different from how you are now RK , being human is something you learn to do - and right now : you're still learning .[/glow]" There was no right way to explain it, no real way to explain something natural to him. But RK was a machine, a learning one. He made expressions and had opinions - all that was really missing - as far as hal could tell was feeling. Maybe, that came after learning enough. " [glow=#212121,2,300]It's like, how you picked for us to go north . there was no logic in that decision since you could not access a GPS or other way to guide us - you picked north because it was your preference. Does that make sense?[/glow]"
Hal was always considered as volatile - he knew it and never tried to hide it. Those that got close enough saw it, and the rest kept their own respectable - preferred distance. Hal didn’t need friends - didn’t need family: with good intentions and - “[glow=white,2,300]we just want to help hal-[/glow]” No, the Saint Bernard didn’t need ‘help’ after… after coals death - he just wanted peace, peace to settle back into life to come back to himself. He wasn’t an object to be prodded and pushed at - he lived his life - his way. Maybe it was the reason that Hal was so quick to panic - fear in the given situation. Volatile towards RK now - because the control - his life was taken from him. would get taken from him, he expected it - living at home under someone’s heels or only surviving in the wild. Hal didn’t know how to hunt or even kill for his own food. Saint bernards were winter-esce dogs , they were not made for these climates - he was not fit in this situation at all, and it showed with his reactions. Hal flickered between panic- fear, docile- calm. Hal was a wreck of a human and a mess in a dog, a kind that settled in between the two now. Both and yet neither.
RK and hal made the perfect pair now - did before too. RK was a wolf without instinct and only logic - Hal now a saint Bernard was brimming with emotions and instinct. Rk was his guide to the animal world, and it seemed hal was the guide, handler of the human one. Hal was tense with nerves too - unaware what kind of civilization would take them in - would accept to beings in between and yet not - animals. Even before RK was smart- smarter than the normal wolf or common dog, he was a valued companion on the job, and even past the small hiccup hal made from becoming human to dog did little to erase the trust he implicitly had in the RK. It was easy to trust Rk, he was programmed to work on the field - to be subjective where Hal could not be. It filtered differently now, the subtle thing that took hold of his mind made panic into something worse - made hal into something dangerous - urged him to trust, Hal was not helpless to this instinct - because that is what it was - but he didn’t feel the need to reject it either.
When he offered to help RK, it was with earnest intentions, a secret apology that hal would never voice. RK was not equipped with any emotions to draw from - to sympathise with hal, and he lashed out at him for it, Rk didn’t have emotions as far as he could tell. But he had his own thoughts, his own favorites (in efficiency) and dislikes (hal indulging in toxic behaviors) Reckless in his own right and helpful in almost all cases that they worked together. So yes, hal wanted to pass that help along - in a silent way apologize for his outburst and panic. When he went to help it was with knowing he could get zapped or hurt - like becoming a detective came with the opportunity to die on the job or case. But he didn’t get shocked - if it was either RK’s low electricity output or SOmething of Hal’s paws having less nerves to register the pain of it - it didn’t hurt in the slightest. A slight jolt - of something and then nothing at all. It was new - it was odd, and Hal let out a low huff at RK’s comment for safety -since when has hal ever acted safely?
Hal had yet to step away from the close proximity, yet when Rk took a step back to test his reflexes hal did as well. Moving back a few inches before nodding along to the explanation. The gratitude left him floundering, a soft grunt from the larger dog’s mouth in acknowledgement- a positive lilt to his own maw at the smile - awkward and menacing in the jaws of a wolf - but not from Rk, not from pack. “...” Hal too was seeming at a lost for words, letting the silence pass without comment for a moment longer until RK’s words caught his attention once more - “[glow=#add8e6,2,300]what is it like being human?[/glow]” it caught his attention - snapping back into the bi-colored gaze of his companion. blue stable, safe - Hal never really thought much of the color combination beside blue was safe. Yellow was processing and red was [glow=#480000,2,300]error[/glow]
"[glow=#212121,2,300]It's not something you can really explain i guess.[/glow]" Hal muttered - to quick. How do you explain it - to feel - the instinct of wants and needs? "[glow=#212121,2,300]It's actually not much different from how you are now RK , being human is something you learn to do - and right now : you're still learning .[/glow]" There was no right way to explain it, no real way to explain something natural to him. But RK was a machine, a learning one. He made expressions and had opinions - all that was really missing - as far as hal could tell was feeling. Maybe, that came after learning enough. " [glow=#212121,2,300]It's like, how you picked for us to go north . there was no logic in that decision since you could not access a GPS or other way to guide us - you picked north because it was your preference. Does that make sense?[/glow]"
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO