Wastin' Away Again~

[ohgoodgrief]

Who: Teachers! TA's! RA's! Other graduate students! Other students who are crashing (or god help them, working there??)
When: March 8, 2019, in the evening.
Where: A karaoke bar in Soleil.
Warnings: Alcohol

Sometimes, after tests are done and mysteries uncovered, the teachers need to relax.

Which is why there is karaoke! The faculty of Daybreak Academy have converged, through random inspiration and not a terrible lot of planning, on one unsuspecting bar in Soleil on a Friday evening. A few drinks (or more!) are to be had; however, there is also a stage, with a microphone and a big screen -- which shows a music video for whatever song is on -- and the lyrics. A friendly little green ball bounces over them.

It is time to sing your heart out.

It is time... for karaoke.

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[arcadianvampire]

"Not really... the walk of a Tyrant is a solitary path," he replied, reaching for his drink and taking a measured sip of it. "You wander the earth, fight those who oppose you, become a symbol of fear... singing wasn't something that would be of much use."

He's never really been shy talking about that part of his old role. It was what it was, and he was never ashamed of holding the title or living the life that he did.

"It's an entirely different world, my friend. The two cannot simply be compared. The path of the Tyrant and the path of the Teacher are both paths I chose to walk, and I would not be on them if I did not find satisfaction in them. However, all of this, I believe, better suits me as I am now."

[spelleton]

"I suppose it could be, if you weaponized it, but that's probably a specialized thing," he muses, half to himself. It's an idle thought, half-formed and vaguely entertained out loud.

Valvatorez is seemingly free of the kind of burdens that usually settle on the shoulders of many immortals. Maybe it's a daemon thing, or maybe it's just how the man himself is. In any case, it's certainly refreshing to see someone with that kind of confidence.

"No regrets for either life, then?" He settles back in his seat a little. "That's something I can respect."

[arcadianvampire]

"...Everyone carries regrets. Mine just do not involve the paths I decided to walk. Though there are few, mercifully." That's a little more morose than he meant to let it sound, but perhaps such a statement shouldn't be a surprise. He'd lived a long time. Over two thousand years would be a long time for any creature but the most sociopathic daemon to not carry at least one burden in things. "Some things people can never stop asking themselves what it would be like if they did it differently."

The vampire gave a shrug after that.

"Though it's more important that they carry on, ultimately."

[spelleton]

"It seems like that's about all you can ask for." His own immortal lifespan is hardly even a blip on the radar - still well within mortal limits. "Some things, you never truly find peace for."

His own death doesn't bother him much, but the wounds will stay. He doubts they'll ever become something so unimportant to him that the pain of them will fade completely.

"But that's a little maudlin, I suppose! Perhaps it's better to talk about something else."

It's almost an apology. He did ask, after all.