“The death toll usually lasts about a week, but the first few days are the most severe. After that, the only symptoms are phantom pains. I should be fine soon.” He seems level-headed enough not to take revenge for them, which is good. “Do you need anything?”
That's not the first time he's been asked that, by the rueful smile that crosses his face. "No, I'm fine." He wasn't, it just wasn't anything that'd interrupt his work, be it an assigned task or otherwise. "Let someone worry about you instead. I'm a pretty resilient guy."
Phantom pains and exhaustion, for someone who didn't really seem to sleep much, didn't sound like a pleasant time. "I'll bring some pastries up later on, see how you're doing." Not that he's going anywhere just yet, he has a bowl to bring back to the kitchens, and assure himself that Avalon is actually recovering, and not.. getting worse in some fashion he couldn't quite detect.
Something in his expression makes Avalon wonder if he means it. “You can be functional without being fine,” they tell him. They had learned to differentiate the two when they were dealing with other people, and are still learning how to do it for themself.
“I would rather you not worry about me. I can take care of myself.” The death toll may not feel good, but they have a way of dealing with it. The soup might help, or they might learn of another symptom that they have not experienced yet. Either way, they can learn more about how to take care of themself. “I also think that the soup was enough food, but having a visitor later might be nice.”
It's waved off - literally, one calloused hand making a brief dismissive gesture. "Functional and fine are interchangeable for a SOLDIER." Was it?
It was for him. For the forseeable future. He chuckles though, like it's not really that big of a problem. "No can do. Once I know someone, I worry about them. It's just how it is, the key is to not get too stressed out over it." The number one reason he looks much older than he is, constantly being concerned for everyone else.
And now that included Avalon. It didn't matter if they were only temporarily paired, Angeal was rather free with his concern about people. "Well, in that case I'll see about visiting more often.
Their expression remains flat, but they do pause, trying to decide whether they should press further. While his mind is not entirely closed off to them, it is much quieter than those of some people here. His emotions are a blur, the same way Shaw’s had appeared on her orb: there may be something under the surface, but Avalon would need to fully connect with him in order to see it. And without a file, they have little context for anything that they might sense.
“I see.” That piece of information may not be relevant now, but it could be later. They have time to decide what to do with it. The idea of someone being concerned about them may never stop feeling foreign. As they get to know Angeal, it should begin to feel more natural, just as it had with Rawne.
They finish the soup, setting the bowl and spoon aside. “I would like to eventually visit your cabin. I should feel better in a few days, so I can come visit then.”
"Fee free to. The door's unlocked if you turn up and I'm not there." The bonus to having nothing precious to lock up, no reason to lock anything. "I try to keep busy, idle hands do mischief's work and all that, but I stop in often." And of course every evening..
It's going to be a disappointing sight though. Angeal's been given a very rustic environment. But it's comfortable. "I'll see about leaving some snacks just in case, and a deck of cards if you're into games."
“I think you trust the people here more than I do.” They tend to let those they know into their cabin without much hesitation, but they would rather it not be open to everyone. That, and the fact that it would be irresponsible to let just anyone into their cabin now that they have weapons of their own. “In any case, if I visit, I would likely do it while you were there.”
"What would they do? What could they take that has any meaning to me? What can they do to me that will matter?" Although it's a very serious topic, he is .. gently amused. Not so much at Avalon, but the idea itself.
Death had no meaning. He had no objects of value here. What could anyone really do? "I'm sure there's people here with quite a collection of important things, or reasons for concern, but ... I can trust, because there's nothing anyone can do."
“I lock my cabin because I keep weapons here, and I would not be doing my job if someone took them and used them to cause harm. Also, some people need to be denied access to things like that in order to learn.” Avalon had. The Barge had needed to strip their options away one by one before they considered a different path. “I was thinking that you might want to protect something that was important to you, but if not, then it makes sense to trust.”
"Our situations differ." A warden would, reasonably, have a very good reason to lock a door. They likely had access to all KINDS of things that inmates generally did not; weapons, magic items, the possibilities were endless.
For a warden, not using a lock was probably the height of irresponsibility. "I... can't say I have anything important to me here, besides people. And I can't very well lock them up in my room." His tone turns that last part into a joke, he's certainly not even THINKING about it. "I suppose it's for the best. But I'll endeavor to be there when you turn up, either way."
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Date: 2024-09-14 04:28 am (UTC)“The death toll usually lasts about a week, but the first few days are the most severe. After that, the only symptoms are phantom pains. I should be fine soon.” He seems level-headed enough not to take revenge for them, which is good. “Do you need anything?”
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Date: 2024-09-15 02:29 pm (UTC)Phantom pains and exhaustion, for someone who didn't really seem to sleep much, didn't sound like a pleasant time. "I'll bring some pastries up later on, see how you're doing." Not that he's going anywhere just yet, he has a bowl to bring back to the kitchens, and assure himself that Avalon is actually recovering, and not.. getting worse in some fashion he couldn't quite detect.
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Date: 2024-09-16 04:46 am (UTC)Something in his expression makes Avalon wonder if he means it. “You can be functional without being fine,” they tell him. They had learned to differentiate the two when they were dealing with other people, and are still learning how to do it for themself.
“I would rather you not worry about me. I can take care of myself.” The death toll may not feel good, but they have a way of dealing with it. The soup might help, or they might learn of another symptom that they have not experienced yet. Either way, they can learn more about how to take care of themself. “I also think that the soup was enough food, but having a visitor later might be nice.”
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Date: 2024-09-16 10:27 pm (UTC)It was for him. For the forseeable future. He chuckles though, like it's not really that big of a problem. "No can do. Once I know someone, I worry about them. It's just how it is, the key is to not get too stressed out over it." The number one reason he looks much older than he is, constantly being concerned for everyone else.
And now that included Avalon. It didn't matter if they were only temporarily paired, Angeal was rather free with his concern about people. "Well, in that case I'll see about visiting more often.
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Date: 2024-09-17 02:30 am (UTC)Their expression remains flat, but they do pause, trying to decide whether they should press further. While his mind is not entirely closed off to them, it is much quieter than those of some people here. His emotions are a blur, the same way Shaw’s had appeared on her orb: there may be something under the surface, but Avalon would need to fully connect with him in order to see it. And without a file, they have little context for anything that they might sense.
“I see.” That piece of information may not be relevant now, but it could be later. They have time to decide what to do with it. The idea of someone being concerned about them may never stop feeling foreign. As they get to know Angeal, it should begin to feel more natural, just as it had with Rawne.
They finish the soup, setting the bowl and spoon aside. “I would like to eventually visit your cabin. I should feel better in a few days, so I can come visit then.”
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Date: 2024-09-21 09:51 pm (UTC)It's going to be a disappointing sight though. Angeal's been given a very rustic environment. But it's comfortable. "I'll see about leaving some snacks just in case, and a deck of cards if you're into games."
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Date: 2024-09-24 04:20 pm (UTC)“I think you trust the people here more than I do.” They tend to let those they know into their cabin without much hesitation, but they would rather it not be open to everyone. That, and the fact that it would be irresponsible to let just anyone into their cabin now that they have weapons of their own. “In any case, if I visit, I would likely do it while you were there.”
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Date: 2024-09-25 01:38 pm (UTC)Death had no meaning. He had no objects of value here. What could anyone really do? "I'm sure there's people here with quite a collection of important things, or reasons for concern, but ... I can trust, because there's nothing anyone can do."
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Date: 2024-09-26 01:32 am (UTC)“I lock my cabin because I keep weapons here, and I would not be doing my job if someone took them and used them to cause harm. Also, some people need to be denied access to things like that in order to learn.” Avalon had. The Barge had needed to strip their options away one by one before they considered a different path. “I was thinking that you might want to protect something that was important to you, but if not, then it makes sense to trust.”
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Date: 2024-09-27 09:52 pm (UTC)For a warden, not using a lock was probably the height of irresponsibility. "I... can't say I have anything important to me here, besides people. And I can't very well lock them up in my room." His tone turns that last part into a joke, he's certainly not even THINKING about it. "I suppose it's for the best. But I'll endeavor to be there when you turn up, either way."