12-20-2020, 01:11 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
For a while, it had been so quiet. Roan had appreciated that time, the period between Jaime's death and the invasion of the Coalition. While he knew that span of time had actually been a decent chunk of time, it still felt so brief to the young soothsayer, who only knew that his life had finally known peace once again, during that time. There had been little to no injuries for him to worry about, allowed to mourn his brother in peace as he gathered his thoughts and tried to hold himself together. Without that period, he probably would've fallen apart by now, collapsed in on himself like a black hole unable to keep itself intact anymore. He would've given in to the despair that had taken root in his heart, making him think that there never would be a time where he had to worry about his friends and family being hurt. Such a thing had seemed so unattainable, like a passing daydream that was fictional and distant, as crazy to think about as riding through the sky on the backs of unicorns. However, life was such a fan of proving him wrong. And for a while, he had been allowed to enjoy it. He had been allowed to have his peace, allowed to not constantly be in a state of worry. Allowed to... well, love someone who wasn't merely his family.
And then, it had all fallen apart. The Coalition had attacked, and there had been injuries. There had been so much chaos and violence, and his fragile sense of relaxation had been stabbed through the heart. No longer was Roan allowed a moment to breathe. Instead, the siamese needed to be running from place to place, working alongside Rosemary and anyone else who offered in order to keep The Typhoon afloat. Thankfully, he couldn't remember anyone who had died as a result of the attack, but a few of his patients had been severely wounded, and he had felt hatred festering in his heart with each new face that showed. The temple had once again become packed, and Roan had simply wanted a chance to dig his claws into Stryker's eyes and make him pay. He wanted that cheating snake to suffer, just as he had suffered when his new world had once again fallen apart. The feeling had caught the soothsayer off guard, being so used to living a mostly pacifist lifestyle. He had never been much of a fighter, and while he was always one of the first to take a verbal jab at someone he disliked, he hated inflicting wounds upon others. He knew firsthand just how much they could not only hurt the victim, but the victim's loved ones as well. Amazingly, the Coalition had managed to break that pacifistic streak.
As the days had dragged on and on, Roan had tried to keep an eye on his family from afar, simply waiting until they would be free of this new, tyrannical rule. However, such surveillance wasn't easy, considering most of his siblings were missing, or scattered. In addition to that, both Diya and Roxie had things they had to do for their respective jobs, and he still needed to keep an eye on his remaining patients, as well. He had wanted to keep more of an eye on Eulia, but he was only vaguely aware of the rather ramshackle place that she had made her home. Distantly, the medic had occasionally wondered if his little sister even knew what was going on around her. Did she know about the takeover, or had she remained boarded up in her home for so long that she had no concept of the outside world? Part of him wanted to hate her for becoming so solitary. Part of him wanted to lash out at her for hiding herself away after Trygve's leaving and Jaime's death, especially since he had remained outside. He had managed to hold it together, even after the sting of Ry's leaving had dug under his skin, and the open wound of Jaime's passing had been ripped into his belly. He had remained upright, while Lu had gone and hid under the covers.
However, Roan knew that it would've been impossible for him to hate Eulia. She was his family, and he loved her, and even though a sense of bitterness did linger on his tongue, it wasn't strong enough to lead to hatred. Very little was strong enough to lead to such a thing, at least for the soothsayer. Unfortunately, this didn't stop a rush of heat and faint anger when the feline passed by Eulia's home that day, spotting her out on the porch. However, his simmering displeasure died down when he saw the state that she was in, and the way that she hugged herself with her wings. Taking a deep breath, the draconic feline sighed before he made his way over. He cleared his throat once he grew close, still smelling strongly of herbs as usual, "...Eulia? Are you alright?" It was clear that she wasn't, but he honestly wasn't sure what else to say. Bedside manner had never been his strong suit, despite his choice of career. After another sigh left his muzzle, Roan added on, "...It's been a while since we've seen a trace of you." How long had it been since Lu had spoken to Trygve? To Roxanne?
And then, it had all fallen apart. The Coalition had attacked, and there had been injuries. There had been so much chaos and violence, and his fragile sense of relaxation had been stabbed through the heart. No longer was Roan allowed a moment to breathe. Instead, the siamese needed to be running from place to place, working alongside Rosemary and anyone else who offered in order to keep The Typhoon afloat. Thankfully, he couldn't remember anyone who had died as a result of the attack, but a few of his patients had been severely wounded, and he had felt hatred festering in his heart with each new face that showed. The temple had once again become packed, and Roan had simply wanted a chance to dig his claws into Stryker's eyes and make him pay. He wanted that cheating snake to suffer, just as he had suffered when his new world had once again fallen apart. The feeling had caught the soothsayer off guard, being so used to living a mostly pacifist lifestyle. He had never been much of a fighter, and while he was always one of the first to take a verbal jab at someone he disliked, he hated inflicting wounds upon others. He knew firsthand just how much they could not only hurt the victim, but the victim's loved ones as well. Amazingly, the Coalition had managed to break that pacifistic streak.
As the days had dragged on and on, Roan had tried to keep an eye on his family from afar, simply waiting until they would be free of this new, tyrannical rule. However, such surveillance wasn't easy, considering most of his siblings were missing, or scattered. In addition to that, both Diya and Roxie had things they had to do for their respective jobs, and he still needed to keep an eye on his remaining patients, as well. He had wanted to keep more of an eye on Eulia, but he was only vaguely aware of the rather ramshackle place that she had made her home. Distantly, the medic had occasionally wondered if his little sister even knew what was going on around her. Did she know about the takeover, or had she remained boarded up in her home for so long that she had no concept of the outside world? Part of him wanted to hate her for becoming so solitary. Part of him wanted to lash out at her for hiding herself away after Trygve's leaving and Jaime's death, especially since he had remained outside. He had managed to hold it together, even after the sting of Ry's leaving had dug under his skin, and the open wound of Jaime's passing had been ripped into his belly. He had remained upright, while Lu had gone and hid under the covers.
However, Roan knew that it would've been impossible for him to hate Eulia. She was his family, and he loved her, and even though a sense of bitterness did linger on his tongue, it wasn't strong enough to lead to hatred. Very little was strong enough to lead to such a thing, at least for the soothsayer. Unfortunately, this didn't stop a rush of heat and faint anger when the feline passed by Eulia's home that day, spotting her out on the porch. However, his simmering displeasure died down when he saw the state that she was in, and the way that she hugged herself with her wings. Taking a deep breath, the draconic feline sighed before he made his way over. He cleared his throat once he grew close, still smelling strongly of herbs as usual, "...Eulia? Are you alright?" It was clear that she wasn't, but he honestly wasn't sure what else to say. Bedside manner had never been his strong suit, despite his choice of career. After another sigh left his muzzle, Roan added on, "...It's been a while since we've seen a trace of you." How long had it been since Lu had spoken to Trygve? To Roxanne?
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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