05-11-2018, 01:08 AM
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I GOT A BONE TO PICK
[W]iskerI GOT A BONE TO PICK
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Argus was not unfamiliar with family issues. Whenever asked of her own upbringing, or even near a conversation of family- Argus was more warned off. Reserved in a way that silence spoke for her. No family. Not anymore. It wasn't to say she hadn't tried either. After everything of her upbringing, no matter how sour a taste in her mouth was. The one time she went to visit her parents and brother who abandoned her she had been left to wander a distant enemy clan until she stumbled onto a grave.
The best part of it was that that were only a tip of the iceberg with her. There was so much worse things in comparison. Times which the watcher had simply outlived her family. Where her family was brutalized and she was powerless to watch it fall apart again and again. To the point she had been driven over the edge. Ran away from home and joined a cult- no really- when one of the closest things to a sister came to find her. Argus had thought it was a trick. Lost in her own savageness she had outlasted and killed her. Killed family.
Maybe if she had taken that dejected little home and tried not to make better of it. Maybe if she had accepted being alone was okay- she wouldn't have done what she had. What if's clouded her mind day in and day out things she could have done better, things she should have known. Applying the logic she now held into situations where she didn't, leaving her regretful and just a tad more desperate for it again. But she was born to believe that family was important. That it wasn't just blood that was family. Maybe if she hadn't reached out- maybe-
what if- what if whatifwhatif --
Argus could run ragged with this thought. Could drag up unseen history that and pull and contort the images of her past until they fit something similar to what she wanted. She could wipe it all away. Smear the reality of her other's and claim a name lost to time. The very idea of it had been tempting at first. To restart into nothing. To push all the hurt and hate, the rage and power into the body of a child with no memory and left it at that. But it would not fix her. It would only break her more- she was sure.
Barracuda bay was the closest thing to a 'camp' they really had. She assumed. More people were here and settled here. Living by the sea's edge or living on the front of the ship's hull. Argus had her own quarters within the dark ship's hull, but she visited the bay quite often. Finding comfort within the difference of the home she now had. She was looking off into the distance again. Thinking when she spotted the beacon like fur of the new initiate.
Dull red eyes pulled into focus at the sight. Something familiar tinging off the edges of her senses. Argus was very much aware what a demon was. Even without the cipher's power to back him, without argus' own power to back her. It was not her business though. Everyone within the typhoon- everyone here had a history. Some hidden part of themselves that they didn't want to reveal to just about anyone. But they all called this place home. While none of them would be willing to share their secret with a stranger with authority. Argus hoped all the same. Hoped they could see a little past themselves to notice everyone here was the same. To take this secretiveness, this sanctuary where all their past sins could not be forgiven or forgotten but eased- and fight for it all the same.
Could call this place home none the less.
It was not with any expectant that argus approached the other. No amusement or mask of something to help ease the conversation. Allowing the intensity of her usually unnerving stare drill into the demon's skin. Silently thinking, contemplative. Sizing up the other's current listless state and figuring how to approach the situation. Ease him out of his thoughts and into safer territory of thinking. She knew that look- and it did not equate to reminiscing the good parts of life.
" Hey Ceasar." Argus was already close. her bandaged form pulling into a careful median where the initiate paced. Hoping to stop him with his own name and unable to really think of what else to say. She was subtle, she was manipulative. But she was honest and earnest. Dull gaze soft an unimposing. " How are you settling in?" While most peopled settled here within the bay area of 'camp' there was a designated sleeping area for most of her crew mates on the ship. She had a sudden realization that the other probably didn't even know. Maybe she would show him later on. If he ever asked- Argus would be quick to point it out. But for now she'll just settle on pointing out the Capricorn tavern and enjoy attempting to snag a drinking buddy. Destroyer of your reality or not- Argus could really use the company when she was drinking. Drinking alone was just fucking sad.
The best part of it was that that were only a tip of the iceberg with her. There was so much worse things in comparison. Times which the watcher had simply outlived her family. Where her family was brutalized and she was powerless to watch it fall apart again and again. To the point she had been driven over the edge. Ran away from home and joined a cult- no really- when one of the closest things to a sister came to find her. Argus had thought it was a trick. Lost in her own savageness she had outlasted and killed her. Killed family.
Maybe if she had taken that dejected little home and tried not to make better of it. Maybe if she had accepted being alone was okay- she wouldn't have done what she had. What if's clouded her mind day in and day out things she could have done better, things she should have known. Applying the logic she now held into situations where she didn't, leaving her regretful and just a tad more desperate for it again. But she was born to believe that family was important. That it wasn't just blood that was family. Maybe if she hadn't reached out- maybe-
what if- what if whatifwhatif --
Argus could run ragged with this thought. Could drag up unseen history that and pull and contort the images of her past until they fit something similar to what she wanted. She could wipe it all away. Smear the reality of her other's and claim a name lost to time. The very idea of it had been tempting at first. To restart into nothing. To push all the hurt and hate, the rage and power into the body of a child with no memory and left it at that. But it would not fix her. It would only break her more- she was sure.
Barracuda bay was the closest thing to a 'camp' they really had. She assumed. More people were here and settled here. Living by the sea's edge or living on the front of the ship's hull. Argus had her own quarters within the dark ship's hull, but she visited the bay quite often. Finding comfort within the difference of the home she now had. She was looking off into the distance again. Thinking when she spotted the beacon like fur of the new initiate.
Dull red eyes pulled into focus at the sight. Something familiar tinging off the edges of her senses. Argus was very much aware what a demon was. Even without the cipher's power to back him, without argus' own power to back her. It was not her business though. Everyone within the typhoon- everyone here had a history. Some hidden part of themselves that they didn't want to reveal to just about anyone. But they all called this place home. While none of them would be willing to share their secret with a stranger with authority. Argus hoped all the same. Hoped they could see a little past themselves to notice everyone here was the same. To take this secretiveness, this sanctuary where all their past sins could not be forgiven or forgotten but eased- and fight for it all the same.
Could call this place home none the less.
It was not with any expectant that argus approached the other. No amusement or mask of something to help ease the conversation. Allowing the intensity of her usually unnerving stare drill into the demon's skin. Silently thinking, contemplative. Sizing up the other's current listless state and figuring how to approach the situation. Ease him out of his thoughts and into safer territory of thinking. She knew that look- and it did not equate to reminiscing the good parts of life.
" Hey Ceasar." Argus was already close. her bandaged form pulling into a careful median where the initiate paced. Hoping to stop him with his own name and unable to really think of what else to say. She was subtle, she was manipulative. But she was honest and earnest. Dull gaze soft an unimposing. " How are you settling in?" While most peopled settled here within the bay area of 'camp' there was a designated sleeping area for most of her crew mates on the ship. She had a sudden realization that the other probably didn't even know. Maybe she would show him later on. If he ever asked- Argus would be quick to point it out. But for now she'll just settle on pointing out the Capricorn tavern and enjoy attempting to snag a drinking buddy. Destroyer of your reality or not- Argus could really use the company when she was drinking. Drinking alone was just fucking sad.