Ryu (
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thebastion2014-01-24 02:29 am
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Day 151 | Open
Who: Ryu and anyone who will humor him with questions.
Open: Open
When: Day 151
Where: All around the Bastion.
What: Ryu has some difficult questions for people.
Format: Either
Warnings: Possible mention of death/war/other upsetting topics. His questions today are running on the existential side.
After all the excitement of the day, Ryu is still left with questions. He just doesn't understand why people hurt each other, or go to war. He doesn't understand why people have to fight. None of this makes sense. And his heart hurts at thinking about all of these things, so there's really only one thing to do.
In the evening, Ryu approaches people, gently clearing his throat or tugging their sleeve if it doesn't look like that will provoke violence. It doesn't really matter the age - he knows he's one of the youngest in the Bastion anyway, even if he doesn't look it. Still, the worry in his eyes is evident as he speaks softly.
"... Do you mind answering some questions?"
Open: Open
When: Day 151
Where: All around the Bastion.
What: Ryu has some difficult questions for people.
Format: Either
Warnings: Possible mention of death/war/other upsetting topics. His questions today are running on the existential side.
After all the excitement of the day, Ryu is still left with questions. He just doesn't understand why people hurt each other, or go to war. He doesn't understand why people have to fight. None of this makes sense. And his heart hurts at thinking about all of these things, so there's really only one thing to do.
In the evening, Ryu approaches people, gently clearing his throat or tugging their sleeve if it doesn't look like that will provoke violence. It doesn't really matter the age - he knows he's one of the youngest in the Bastion anyway, even if he doesn't look it. Still, the worry in his eyes is evident as he speaks softly.
"... Do you mind answering some questions?"
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There are so many different people who are his friends, after all. Different tribes, different loyalties... but they're still his friends.
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He trails off, momentarily lost in a memory of the crackle of a wood fire and the scent of burning hair.
"...Sometimes a person is simply mistaken for something that might harm others..."
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Why are humans so strange?
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"...I suppose they do not see that as an option. Most of the people here seem... exceptional in this regard."
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Even if they figure out how to get the worlds back, there's still war.
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Deep down though, he does not believe that any sort of lasting peace would be achievable if the worlds are restored. Even here it is likely only a matter of time before it all comes crashing down, but... he wants to hope that it will be generations before that happens.
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He knows he's powerful, but the only reason he's ever wanted more power is so that he doesn't disappear. The human desire to conquer is just strange. Why would anyone ever want something like that?