Clove (
shenevermisses) wrote2013-04-07 07:31 pm
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16th Throw - [ written / action ]
[Written:]
I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]
I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.
I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.
I hate it.
Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.
[Action:
Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.
Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.
All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.
It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]
I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]
I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.
I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.
I hate it.
Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.
[Action:
Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.
Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.
All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.
It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]
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One mission I went on was to protect an outpost that made sure another enclosure kept getting food. Or is that not important? Should we just let everyone else starve, as long as we're safe and fed?
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[ There is a lull in her response. ]
Back in my world, I was a diplomat. I've been around many people like you and the case you're speaking of is very different compared to the killing involved with war. The matter of personal survival versus the survival of larger groups hold different outcomes and, if it were possible, it would be easier to be rid of both in relational terms between countries. I am not a fool to think that world peace will ever fully and completely exist, but it's still not a lost hope to try and alleviate those messes with words and compromises instead.
If you were meant to battle without having to protect other enclosures, as well as out own, would you still do it? Would it still matter to you if there were not more lives endangered?
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No worries about having to keep something within view or not going too far to chase down an enemy. Just about the killing, about taking out any and every thing that got too close to me.
I'd love it.
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[Most of the time.]