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daybreakacademy2019-06-11 03:59 pm
bejustorbedead) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-06-11 03:59 pm
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Who: Ky, open
What: Rampage plot and aftermath
Where: Campus, Chapel, Infirmary
When: June 14
Warnings: Blood/injuries, religious navelgazing
A. Rampage (Cw: injuries/blood) - closed to the first 1-2 people who responded to the prompt
[Ky went into the chapel early in the morning as was habit for him, while it is non-denominational, it had more christian history in it's structure. As he goes to pray, his heart suddenly ached, his hands clutching over his chest as hot tears sprung from his eyes, nearly blinding him.
How - how could he pray? How could he seek succor in something that failed to protect him? The thoughts raced through him as he rose up from his feet, and paced restlessly before he lifted one of the pews, one of his eyes glowing red as with a cry, he flung it bodily across the length of the chapel - and that was the start.
From the outside, it sounded like a great battle was raging, objects crashing, glass shattering - then from the inside, a sudden clap of thunder and blinding light.
Once someone forces it's way inside, they would find the man kneeling in the middle of a devastated room, blood streaking from his arms, clutching his own crucifix as he murmurs frantically between choked sobs.]
Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea culpa... peccavi
[As the door opened, his head snaps around, his right eye was a bright crimson color, lacking a pupil, and now widening in horror and guilt]
B. Infirmary (Cw: bloody injuries)
[For Ky, everything from when he sat down in the chapel to his appearance in the infirmary was hazy, as he sways woozily on the bed. His clothes streaked with his own blood, with shards of glass sticking from his hands and lower arms.
Later on, he's trying to rest, his arms bandaged, but he stirs restlessly, fretting as he tried to make sense of what happened. And what will happen now - there was no way to keep what happened a secret.]
C. School's out
[For the following week class is cancelled for combat magic and the ancient languages would have a TA working o the sheets. Ky can be found in either his faculty office trying to make up for lost time, or in his dorm room reading or doing small exercises while he waits for word from the higher ups. In the evenings, he can be found taking a walk around the grounds, noticeably avoiding the chapel, and the sharp eyed can spot someone shadowing him as he moves restlessly]
What: Rampage plot and aftermath
Where: Campus, Chapel, Infirmary
When: June 14
Warnings: Blood/injuries, religious navelgazing
A. Rampage (Cw: injuries/blood) - closed to the first 1-2 people who responded to the prompt
[Ky went into the chapel early in the morning as was habit for him, while it is non-denominational, it had more christian history in it's structure. As he goes to pray, his heart suddenly ached, his hands clutching over his chest as hot tears sprung from his eyes, nearly blinding him.
How - how could he pray? How could he seek succor in something that failed to protect him? The thoughts raced through him as he rose up from his feet, and paced restlessly before he lifted one of the pews, one of his eyes glowing red as with a cry, he flung it bodily across the length of the chapel - and that was the start.
From the outside, it sounded like a great battle was raging, objects crashing, glass shattering - then from the inside, a sudden clap of thunder and blinding light.
Once someone forces it's way inside, they would find the man kneeling in the middle of a devastated room, blood streaking from his arms, clutching his own crucifix as he murmurs frantically between choked sobs.]
Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea culpa... peccavi
[As the door opened, his head snaps around, his right eye was a bright crimson color, lacking a pupil, and now widening in horror and guilt]
B. Infirmary (Cw: bloody injuries)
[For Ky, everything from when he sat down in the chapel to his appearance in the infirmary was hazy, as he sways woozily on the bed. His clothes streaked with his own blood, with shards of glass sticking from his hands and lower arms.
Later on, he's trying to rest, his arms bandaged, but he stirs restlessly, fretting as he tried to make sense of what happened. And what will happen now - there was no way to keep what happened a secret.]
C. School's out
[For the following week class is cancelled for combat magic and the ancient languages would have a TA working o the sheets. Ky can be found in either his faculty office trying to make up for lost time, or in his dorm room reading or doing small exercises while he waits for word from the higher ups. In the evenings, he can be found taking a walk around the grounds, noticeably avoiding the chapel, and the sharp eyed can spot someone shadowing him as he moves restlessly]
C
Property can be replaced, you know.
[ He'd seen the aftermath of the chapel and followed up on treating Ky's wounds, though he hadn't been there himself. ]
How are your arms healing, Mr Kiske?
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Ky gave a mirthless smile at the mention of 'property can be replaced]
I know, but for someone like me - to vandalize sanctified ground...
[While Hieke said 'unthinkable', the word never crosses his own lips]
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[ Even if the reason was impulse, or a simple matter of desire. ]
Hieke mentioned you were disoriented when you went to the infirmary, though. I assume you don't tend to make this a habit...?
[ It's half a statement, half a question
because why would he ever ask 'what's wrong' like a normal person. ]no subject
'set me off'.
[The man gave a long, drawn out sigh]
And no, I don't have any wish to lose my senses like that again.
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[ He focuses on the walk for a little while. It's a nice evening. ]
Perhaps it had something to do with your own feelings about your faith. Whatever they might be.
[ It's a guess. But he thinks he's accurate. Smashing up a place of worship and little else does hint to a certain cast of mind. ]
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[The corner of his lips tugged, but at the man's guess, he stops, standing still. Subconsciously, his fingers traced the crucifix under his shirt]
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[ When Ky stops, he stops, too. His head turns slightly, glancing at Ky in a silent question. ]
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[He closes his eyes, slowly shaking his head]
Maybe you're onto something there.
[Ky seems to consider it, but he lets the subject drop - quickening his step to fall in line with Ekkehardt]
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It's not wrong. Having doubts, or questions.
[ He's never personally had it himself, but he supposes things are different for Ky. The shape of their worship, the expectation, the god themselves, makes an experience he can't quite relate to. ]
Even if it's for something you've devoted your life to. Especially if it is.
Don't you think so?
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Blind dogma is a disease that will decimate the faithful wherever it takes root. Justice, fairness - my faith guide me to how to execute such ideas.
[But for him to 'question' with such force, he could not understand it - he thought he left that behind]
...Even if it made things easier to just act according to dogma.