ooc; I’m not dead on this account, all! D: (Or Rob’s.) I just have some things going on and am having trouble writing these two characters at the moment. Nothing’s quite turning out right.
My most sincere apologies. I know I owe some people replies too.
Thomas’s hissy fit slowly calmed down when he realized that Karl wasn’t exactly going to strike him with the nearest heavy object, unlike a certain large Republican with equally large hair. He wiped his eyes and sniffled, lifting up Karl’s fabrics to blow his nose rather haphazardly on them. He took a deep breath, held it, then let it out with a shaky end-sob before meeting his older brother’s timeless eyes.
“I…. I told you. I woke up the other day feeling really weird and to be honest, the past couple days were a blur. I either got really drunk or really stoned or something, cause everything’s fuzzy—” he choked back another sob as a fresh round of tears appeared in his eyes, threatening to fall. “And one of those clear moments was when I totally, deliberately slapped Herman’s ass.”
"You aren’t feeling well," said Karl, quietly. It was more of a temporary answer until he could draw proper conclusions. The stories wouldn’t add up. He knew Thomas would never do such a thing.
And so he couldn’t believe it. Neither did he want to. The colonel drew another tissue from the box and handed it off to the palm of Thomas’ hand. His gaze washed over the tears and the floor and came to a gradual rest, certain in an earthly dark-light. “Perhaps you’re right,” a predictably muted reply. “You went and did something that left you in this state. Go rest. We needn’t dwell on it any longer.”
He could draw from no anger. There was no flicker with which to fuel any outburst of rage. Karl could only focus back to his brother’s sad-stricken face.
And the apparent fact that he was going to have to thoroughly wash his uniform.
… It’s times such as these that I sincerely regret deciding to try to acquaint myself with the recent occurrences.
[Piano] The Gapra Whitewood (Final Fantasy XIII).
Video-Game soundtrack composed by Masashi Hamauzu.
Sony PlayStation 3 & Microsoft XBOX 360. Developed by Square-Enix (2010).
“Not every interaction is about transaction; Karl.” Prozen studied him intently. “Sometimes one just asks because of concern. I want nothing. Well; perhaps I’d like answers. But I don’t deserve them; and I know that. I know I’ve breached whatever trust you had in me – trust which, quite frankly, I never actually deserved, if you were able to forward me just the slightest shred.”
He pulled back, giving Karl the space that perhaps he needed.
“You’ve left the celebrations that normally cause great cheer amongst the Imperial Court – you’ve left early. And without an attachment. You’re dissatisfied; either with what’s been said; or what you’ve seen. Perhaps the daughter of an aristocrat has slighted you. Perhaps a son has rejected you. You don’t feel comfortable, so you come for a walk.”
Prozen paused, taking off the hat now; looking at the brim of it; feeling the wear beneath his fingers were the band rested against one’s head; could smell faint sweat, something minty; shampoo maybe; but then the lingering fug of the cigars so favoured by the government types. Prozen did not look up.
“You come to the imperial gardens.” Voice soft. “Somewhere you perhaps felt safe. You found…me. Instead.” Now he looked up. “And all you can do is ‘keep me out of trouble’? No calling of the guards? You take my teasing with such stoicism that you put me to shame. I should be asking why you’re here, Karl. With the last person you’d ever want to see. The first person you should be trying to put in the ground.”
And for a moment, his breath was quite buoyant with the flavor of sarcasm. He watched the space grow between them, like a tree in the middle, pushing out, all the branches built up from the darkness. Several voids where the roots must be, and the heart of all his hatred. His body was still caught in the cold and very brittle in appearance.
Breathing was easier now, and his lungs coughed at something inside that he gave no hint of. Emptiness and ennui. And another emptiness that spanned the whole range of the gardens and upwards to a vacant night sky, the deep dust, and star’s impressions in the reign of black that split out and looked just like the trees. And the patterns were great and spiraling, all sorts of milk-colored circles, and wherever they went, they twisted and remade themselves and grew.
Karl went supervising the shadows and whatever minute motions Prozen made beside him.
I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done, he narrowed his eyes, and faced that forest-night sky with silver starlight streaking what showed of his neck. “It is not my place to dispatch you. Nor my right. And His Majesty has made his intent quite clear—that you are to remain alive.”
Then his voice was terribly soft and grave with the same weight as a stone in the ground, “Killing you, or calling the guards- it would solve nothing. Whatever damage has been done: people are dead. Others still dying. Nothing I could ever do will change that. I will not sound the alarm.”
A slight pause. And I can’t hurt you.
I can’t do it, Gunther.
He stared past Prozen’s shoulder and to the black-green growths in the garden. Which seemed very content and at-rest, and as if everything might be listening. The colonel was quiet for a moment again and let his lips spread apart, albeit slightly. Maybe it was safe there. He remembered few voices from earlier on in the evening and something sown out in the yard seemed to straighten and sway.
"I thought," said Karl, "that we might be here for just the same reason."
For within himself, he could see nothing but darkness too. And the walls all around finished up with the flowers seemed too tall and too long and were closing in quickly. “We just wanted to feel we were free.”
ooc; I have good news and bad news. I’ve got a job now. Which is going to mean more absence from me. And I’m so sorry for all these out of character posts and my lack of activity.
I applied originally for part-time, but my employer stressed they are also looking to hire some full-time positions. I’m in three days of training and then entering a two-week trial period to find out if this is a good fit for me. It goes from there. We’ll see what happens.
Bear with me—I’m going to reblog this to all my RP accounts for notice. So I apologize for Dash spam.
After an already unannounced 2 month hiatus (I’m so sorry), I have to say that it’s probably going to go for longer. I’m not going into details; things have been bad here. It will likely be that way for a long time to come.
In short, I’m not going to be around much, if at all; I have no energy or motivation to write, and I apologize profusely to those I’ve owed replies to.
I don’t know how long this is going to last, but I’ve had enough of struggling by the skin of my teeth trying to get things done on here. It just isn’t working. So the absence will likely continue, and I’m sorry. I tried. Maybe I’ll be able to pull it together in a while, but that has yet to come.
My most sincere apologies.
In the advent of the sudden wake of cyber-set chaos, and on behalf of the Guardian Force, it is my duty to inform you of our intent to halt this perversion. My fellow officers and I have already begun taking measures to maintain peace and stability for the people of Planet Zi, for it is in our every intention to ensure action against these criminals and bring them to justice. Our purpose speaks for itself: we will not tolerate the threat of such iniquity.
((Independent post-GF Karl Schubaltz/Schwarz RP blog. Also doubles as the reincarnation of the old ask account. Thank you to Ibeyla for the sprites.))