hadriel | Video

[The video turns on to show the outskirts of town, nearby is a fence of sorts made of junk Pratt collected from the Colosseum and some baling wire. It's encircling a fancy new shooting range complete with training dummies and targets and some other items that aren't immediately identifiable.

Okay fancy isn't the right word, everything is made of remnants he found and some of the targets are empty soup cans on sticks but it looks serviceable.]

This is Deputy Pratt. I know we're all busy freezing to death, but if you'd like to take your mind off that, I've finally got this all together. Range is up and running!

It's set up by the orchard, or well.. where the orchard should be anyway.

[He pans the camera towards the orchard to show where it is and then starts walking towards the range. The camera is surprisingly steady, this is someone who has filmed hundreds of Vine videos of him and other deputies doing stupid stuff on slow days. He's a pro at this shit.]

I've got training dummies up front for anyone who wants to get their melee fighting on. But uh.. try not to completely destroy them because I don't have a ton of wood to fix them up.

For the range itself I've got targets at 10 meters, 25 meters, 50 and 100. It's not perfect because I'm measuring this with my feet, but it's close enough. Spinner targets are for guns, and the bigger baled ones are dirt and wood so they shouldn't chew up your arrows too bad.

This thing is a work in progress.

[He sets a can onto a contraption off to the side of the range, stomping his foot on a pedal and sending it shooting down the lane and a little to the left. The camera gets unsteady here as he launches a knife that's far too big for this at the can and it tumbles to the ground.]

Keeps shooting them off to the side, but it's better than throwing something and then trying to hit it.

As for weapons... [He walks over to a large but very battered chest and opens the lid.]

I've got some throwing knives that aren't stupid like the hunting knife I have. A few bows. And some arrows in here. Keep them in this crate because the weather is not kind to bowstrings and you don't want these things snapping when you're shooting.

It's on the honor system because I'm not going to freeze my ass off monitoring this twenty-four seven. So try not to burn it down in the next two days.

[Please guys. He worked hard on this. Don't set it on fire.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Purpose is to save the gods. ( A beat of silence and a hum at her own words, considering. ) ... Not much of one.

( Especially for those who don't like the gods or care for their continued survival. )

What's the point of having a purpose you don't care about though?

( Another soft sound, a wordless response to his question, but a thoughtful one. )

Something to do?

( She's never really had to ask herself the question. She always has cared about her purposes. Even her promise to Faith, to help the gods, so wrecked by Delight's betrayal and always with the weight of what if they're lying hanging over it, is something she cares about. If only because she made that promise to Faith. )

Sure but then it seems like a waste of time. Busy work so your mind doesn't realize that it's pointless.

I don't know, I'm probably overthinking it and should just accept that I'm here and deal with it.

[But he doesn't want to.]

Easier said than done.

( So much easier said than done, as the scars left of Hadriel by her own inability to accept it show. )

Everything is.

Especially when I know I won't deal with it. I'll keep fighting and being miserable because that's what I do.

Least you're self-aware.

( Says... this unaware dumbass. )

I guess. Wouldn't I be happier if I wasn't though?

( A hum, a vocal shrug. )

You tell me.

( She don't know you like that, bro. Gonna have to look at your life and existence and decide that yourself. )

I guess I wouldn't know the difference so I can't really say.

[This place is making him do way more self reflection than he cares to.]

'S Hadriel. Might find out some day.

( Honestly, with all the gods can do, sometimes it's surprising that they haven't simply turned them into unthinking zombies who provide emotion. )

Well that's reassuring, thanks.

[As if he doesn't have enough things to worry about.]

Great, now I got to keep track of everything I think so I know when it's being fucked with.

( She's the best at that. )

... You here when they made us think we'd always lived here?

No.

But that sounds horrific. I've had enough of people messing with my head.

Edited 2019-02-16 02:17 (UTC)

I'll drink to that.

( Just being here for this long is more than enough head-messing, for Kate. )

I wonder if when people go home from here it's like those nutjobs who claim they've been abducted by aliens. Yeah sure there's an alternate dimension with emotion sucking beings who fuck with your heads by making everyone see each others memories.

I bet that goes over real well.

( Well, she can answer that question. )

Y'don't remember.

( It's a bit of a pain if you come back and everything gets messed up into one big blur of memories. )

Don't remember what?

Wait you get home with amnesia?

Basically.

( S h r u g. )

'S like you were never gone.

So you don't remember any of this shit?

Jesus, what's even the point then?!

For us? Nothin', far as I can tell.

( It's hardly a fucking holiday, unless you come from one of the really shit worlds.

Their local glowclouds, however... they're getting a lot out of this deal. )

S'pose we can do whatever we want.

( Maybe? She's not the type of person who can see the meaninglessness of this as freeing, personally. But being without anyone from home, without anyone who knew the type of person she was, without any of that expectation... Well. It freed up the ability to do things she might normally have avoided, hiding behind countless self-made walls. )

[There's a small part of him that realizes that he's trying to find meaning in something that's meaningless - and in something that's so far outside the realm of human understanding.]

I guess we can. But that doesn't make me feel any better about all of this.

Though I don't know what would. Aside from getting the fuck out of here.

[He supposes just voicing his frustration helps a little, but it doesn't feel as cathartic as he'd like.]

...Alcohol.

( Kate, please. )

That'd just make it worse honestly.

[He's definitely the sobbing kind of drunk.]

Sucks to be you, then.

( She's helpful. So helpful. )

(no subject)

theweakhavepurpose - 2019-02-23 23:25 (UTC) - Expand