Thistle
Journeyman Roleplayer
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Post by Thistle on Feb 11, 2014 22:23:35 GMT -6
Thistle Wulfsbane, Marshal of the Rosewood Basilica, professional monster hunter, part-time politician, and full-time peace-keeper, was tired. Tired of all these monsters, the rowdy townsfolk, the demons and monsters and the angels. Tired of hunting, of fighting, and of saving Wildgard. He knew it was presumptuous to say that he alone saved Wildgard, but it was hard not to, when it felt like the whole world was against you. This land he had come to call home was devolving into chaos, and Thistle didn't know what to do.
He sat in his church, wiping bloodstains of his numerous weapons. He knew there was probably someone who needed saving out there, but he had neglected his patrols for so long now, that it would be uncomfortable to resume his regular routine. He had heard that Vija Thorn had died. He had heard that Starfire had gotten into trouble with demons again. He had heard many things, and couldn't care less.
Thistle sat in his church, and despaired.
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 12, 2014 22:55:57 GMT -6
The armory was unlocked, which was unusual unless Thistle was in there caring for everyone's weaponry. The reinforced door was halfway opened, a flickering light casting shadows over it. A raccoon slunk down from the rafters to the lit entrance and peered inside. Her Marshal was busy as usual with his blades. Having nothing to do, and finished her writing for the day, she sat down next to Thistle and watched with beady masked eyes. Something was off, she noticed. He was usually quite energetic when cleaning swords, bordering on ecstatic sometimes. Today he looked tired, and almost bored. Nabbi wondered if it would be best to wait for him to acknowledge her instead of interrupting as she curled up and rest her head on her paws.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 13, 2014 21:48:58 GMT -6
Sighing heavily, Thistle placed the blade he was polishing on the stand next to him, and tossed his rag on to the ground. He knew what was wrong, but wouldn't let himself admit to his weakness. A shadow slinked in to the room through the open door, laying down beside him.
"Is there a problem, Nabbi Sir?" the monk asked, body statuesque.
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 13, 2014 22:29:37 GMT -6
Nabbi raised her head and cocked it to the side. Had she currently the vocal chords to speak she would have asked his question back, but she failed to shift beforehand. Nabbi was wary of talking casually to Thistle anyway, holding the belief that as her superior, he should only be talked to as that. Nabbi stood up again after a moment, stretching for the sake of it. Her nails clicked on the stone floor to the rag Thistle had discarded. It was thoroughly soaked but the Marshal had managed to avoid getting a single drop on his hands or clothes, as usual. Everything he did was almost inhuman, but how many actual humans were here in this land? She let out a sound that resembled a sort of sigh and whimper, and looked at Thistle again, her eyes darting over the Monk trying and failing to analyze him.
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Thistle
Journeyman Roleplayer
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Post by Thistle on Feb 13, 2014 23:47:32 GMT -6
Thistle, chuckling to himself, sat back and let loose another sigh. "I guess I can't expect you to answer that, huh?" He murmured, smiling. Cringing suddenly, he let lose a low, guttural growl, before taking a sip from his hip flask. Shuddering as he downed the sticky, salty liquid, he got up and stalked towards the door, fists clenched.
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 14, 2014 5:45:16 GMT -6
The raccoon relaxed when Thistle did. Over time here, she learned it was one of the only times she should. Outside of the Church there were murderers, and within it was a bunch of quarreling madmen, themselves included. One had to be careful about where and when they let their guard down.
Nabbi couldn't relax for more than a moment though. Her ears shot back when Thistle growled and headed for the door. She had never heard him growl like that, so loosely and deep. Nabbi scrambled to her feet--which didn't seem to work the way they did a month ago--and followed him, tugging at the Marshal's cape with her paws.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Feb 14, 2014 15:12:13 GMT -6
"What?" Thistle snarled savagely, whipping around to glare at the raccoon. Anger burned in his eyes, before realization struck him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry..." He babbled, hand shooting up to cover his mouth. "I don't know what came over me."
The monk stood in the doorway to the armoury, frozen in shock.
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 14, 2014 20:06:38 GMT -6
Nabbi frantically scampered back as Thistle's tone hit, sparks in his voice igniting fire in his eyes. Her feet fell over one another and she found herself sitting pathetically on one leg, still trying to move away. She made the mistake of keeping eye contact, and couldn't rid her mind of his infuriated expression.
The Marshal was silent again. Slowly, Nabbi stood up, keeping her ears back and tail straight. She kept to the ground instinctively and watched.
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Post by Starfire on Feb 14, 2014 20:08:26 GMT -6
Star opened the front door to the church after the long day she had just put up with, the bitterness from some of the people at the tavern, the grieving of her friend and the problems of her own. Her eyes glanced around the room seeing nothing interesting enough to keep her standing in the doorway so she began walking around. The walls being so thin she heard Thistle but it didn't sound like a tone he would use. Star hadn't bothered to say a word to anyone but Rook since the day she found out about Vija, all of her emotions were shown through her eyes. No snappy comments to anyone...just silence. Cautiously she took off her cloak reveling the bruises that were slowly going away and the other scars from previous battles.
Once walking around a bit she had found Thistle and Nabbi so she stopped and a tiny smile appeared and she gave a light wave but the smile disappeared quickly.
'Say something Star. Silence won't help you when you're dying.' Alex's voice had echoed through her head but she ignored him no matter how annoying it was.
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Thistle
Journeyman Roleplayer
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Post by Thistle on Feb 15, 2014 2:11:05 GMT -6
Thistle slumped down, back pressing against the door-frame. His face, hanging between his knees, was obscured by his immaculately kept brown hair. Hating himself for showing weakness in front of Nabbi, despising himself for having weaknesses, and loathing the source of his weakness, the monk let a single tear run down his cheek, dripping down onto the hardwood floor.
"I'm pretty pathetic, aren't I?" Thistle choked out, a hard lump in his throat.
"What sort of fool would recognize me as a leader, anyway? I'm a monster. I drink blood, for god's sake!" Thistle continued voice rising to a shout.
"I'm a mothers tell their children at night, doomed to a eternity of this pathetic half life! And now I'm negotiating treaties with a horde of barbarians? Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" He screamed, voice hoarse.
"All I ever wanted to do is help..." He trailed off, choking up with emotion.
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 15, 2014 8:50:32 GMT -6
Slowly Nabbi relaxed, regulating her breathing and removing her belly from the ground. She had never seen Thistle like this, she didn't think anyone had. He had sat down in poor form, and let a tear fall from his defeated visage, something Nabbi thought she would never see from him.
She approached the Marshal as he talked, spouting out thoughts and confessions in a tired rant. Finally as he settled, she tugged on his cape again. The Raccoon stood on her hind legs as high as they could take her and put her right paw up; standing at attention and saluting as if to say "I'm that fool, and I'll follow you to hell and back."
Nabbi swayed unintentionally on her hind legs as she waited.
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Post by Starfire on Feb 15, 2014 13:10:38 GMT -6
Star watched as Thistle he slide down the door frame and noticed her prescience had gone unnoticed so she stood there quietly and listened. Her eyes widened in shock to hear Thistle of all people break down. She knew that it happened to everyone every once in a while but she never expected Thistle to break down around anybody. She glanced at Nabbi and a smile crossed her lips as she watched her sway but was hurt seeing Thistle seemed to hurt her. Now that Vija was gone she needed someone to look up to.
'You seem to go unnoticed when your quiet. Maybe you should speak so they can hear you scream.' His voice became stronger but she ignored it as best she could as she walked around to a bag she had from a while ago and grabbed one of the bottles of water before placing her cloak down and walked back over to Thistle. She sat down beside him and nudged his shoulder offering him the bottle of water with a light smile.
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Thistle
Journeyman Roleplayer
ANGRY
Posts: 194
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Post by Thistle on Feb 15, 2014 13:59:11 GMT -6
Feeling another body press against his shoulder, Thistle raised his head to look at Starfire. Glancing at her proffered water, a half-sob, half laugh escaped his lips.
"It's okay, I.. I just drank something..." He trailed off, getting his emotions under control. "Thanks, though." Offering a rueful smile, he continued. "Looks like I'm not perfect. Sorry to break it you." Turning his body slightly, he addressed Nabbi.
"I'm not really sure what you're doing right now, but whatever it is, thanks." Looking up at the ceiling now, Thistle spoke with an air of regret. "I'll be fine in a bit. It's just a bit too much sometimes, you know? And whatever I do... No. Whatever we do, it's never enough. The monsters keep on coming, the bad guys keep on winning, and we're falling apart at the seams."
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Nabbi
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Post by Nabbi on Feb 16, 2014 0:17:29 GMT -6
Nabbi relaxed, having failed to get any message through but satisfied with a calm Thistle. They should have expected something like this sooner or later. As he said, everyone in the church had a burden on their shoulders, of peacekeeping and killing without contradicting themselves. But Thistle had it the hardest. Everyone under him had a low bar to jump, but he was expected to be a master of weapons and words. The raccoon leaned into Thistle and purred. She saw in Starfire no judgement, and hoped no one else would either.
Nabbi decided to stop thinking about that for the moment though, and wrapped what she could tug free of the the Marshal's silk blue cape around her. She looked at Thistle again, wondering what would be in his eyes this time.
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Post by Starfire on Feb 16, 2014 3:30:39 GMT -6
Star looked at the ground and listened to what Thistle had to say but she didn't want to leave him hanging so after he finished she cleared her throat. "I understand...I understand fully. I don't expect you to be perfect Thistle all I expect is that you try. I mean, what more could anybody ask for." Star took a sip of the water and placed it down. Her voice was quiet but she didn't like speaking loud anymore. "Since V-Vija had past I realize that life's not a fantasy and that there we're going to die a some point... but it doesn't mean that we shouldn't keep fighting." She ended her sentence off in a shaky tone with tears beginning to form in her eyes but she pushed them back.
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