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icarusalsoflew) wrote2014-04-22 02:44 am
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Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 13, 2063 || Saturday || The Mordechai Home

[So before the real work in Europe starts, you've all got a free day to roam around the Mordechai Home and its rather beautiful surroundings. Everyone is more than welcome to stay the night.
The Cooley Peninsula's a lovely place, and this particular section is even prettier than the rest of the area. The house, in itself, is pretty interesting too.
Knock yourselves out, guys. This is turning out to be a pretty sweet vacation, isn't it?]
DESCRIPTION STUFF:
+ The house is an old-style Irish home made of brick and covered in ivy. It's got two floors (all five bedrooms are upstairs, and each one has a bathroom), an attic, and a basement. Everything's antique in here, and there is pretty much NOTHING Japanese in the house except Hikaru. The binding motifs: Christian symbols with a Celtic twist, blades, brambles and water.
+ First floor's got the kitchen with the dining area right next to it, and the living room with a fireplace. There's a porch up front.
+ The attic is full of old and interesting shit, and looks like a study. Hikaru's Brotherhood of Violence stuff is here.
+ The basement is the strangest area: half of it is a workshop-cum-armory with a map that expands an entire wall. It's full of old notes, post-its and photographs. Observers will note that this was Alistair's project from way back when - the beginnings of how he always managed to keep track of Hikaru. The other half is under lock and key; the door's a vault. It feels cold beyond it. VERY cold.
+ There's a beach that's about a three minute's walk down from the hill that the house is on. The ancestral Mordechai cemetery's a ten minute walk from the house, through rolling hills. Alistair's wife is buried there, as are Maes' wife and kids, Abel, and both Seth Mordechais.
+ ...And then there are fields for miles and miles, and mountains in the distance.
+ The Kearney home is actually a fifteen minute drive away from the Mordechai home. Nobody's in, though.
OTHER OOC NOTES:
+ Feel free to go anywhere you like. Ping me if you need descriptions.
+ Alistair will only return to the house by sunset. He's in the cemetery or roaming around in the forest. until then.
+ Feel free to make your own threads, or pop in to bug the NPCs at the threads I am putting up for them.
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[ Well, he's at a loss for words. ]</small]
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[Glancing over, with a reassuring smile.]
Maybe you need to change the way you think about faith?
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[ He runs a hand through his hair at this point. Bit of a stress tell. ]
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Well, first off: do you believe that there is a God?
[Sounds like a dumb question especially since it's coming from your Aniki, right? Welp. Bear with him here.}
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I do. Why?
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[And he actually looks serious.]
Why do you believe that there is a god?
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But what showed you that in the first place?
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When he does finally speak up, it's a little hesitant, but for reasons. ]
I guess the most direct example was when I was mulling over which Cross to pick in the Vault. But that's only too recent. No, not that. There's something in deciding the path you walk, when you choose to walk it.
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And what would that "something" be? Was it a feeling, an experience, or...?
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[ Speaking about his time at St. Quincy's isn't exactly like pulling teeth, but it does get difficult at times. ]
I was nineteen and there was a point that I had a feeling that things weren't going as planned. It wasn't the paranoia that they were out to get me, but I was on the high-pole fight course at school, against some guy who was determined to become number one - not Nico.
[ It didn't occur to him until later what happened next saved him. ]
I know I didn't misstep, but as I reached the pole nearest to him, my staff caught on a misplaced winch and the momentum of it swung be back onto a different pole as the one I was supposed to step on collapsed.
[ A pause as he lifts his cigarette to take a drag. ]
His friends had sabotaged it, along with the rest of the nearby poles. If I'd made that step, I would have fallen and probably died. Winches hadn't been included in the programming for the course at all that day.
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What happened after that?
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[ Kaz was nineteen and ready to move on from St. Quincy's. He'd also just gone back and, with effort, stayed in the top five. ]
And I decided I'd had enough of playing the pariah. Nico and I were new, and people didn't like the fact that I'd risen from the proverbial ashes. I marched myself into the Dean's office and asked that both our records be examined. As far as moves go, it was basically like demanding trial by combat.
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[Trial by combat was just so much... clearer.
Anyway.]
Go on.
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[ There's a thoughtful pause. ]
At the time, I just believed that there was still more for me to do, because it really wasn't all that long after when I saw the Wings for the first time, and soon after, they started speaking to me.
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What changed, and when? Since you said "at the time".
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[ If he diverts his gaze from you, it's because that's the chip on his shoulder. The biggest screw-up he made. ]
I realized then that I didn't have to be amazing, I didn't have to do everything on my own, or be the best at everything to step out of the shadows and into the light.
[ There's a chuckle. ]
And then I figured out that I'd made those shadows myself, with help from Alistair.
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Sounds fair. Where does Elaine come into the picture for you there, though? You've talked a lot about your circumstances, your thoughts, and the people who got you there.
[But how does that connect to faith? That's the real question.]
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[ He's never really admitted these things to anyone. ]
But those were the times I asked for help. The day I went up on those poles, the night before the breakfast at the Spires, and the evening I became a Brother in Violence.
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[Leading questions, of course, or simply asking.]
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[ The smile he throws you is genuine, and he just wants to ensure you that he's okay in the sense of his death and all that. ]
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In my experience, it's only ever as difficult as you make it out to be. Usually.