I swear to drunk I'm not god marshal

[followsthevoice]

Who: Raile and all you poor unfortunate souls.
Open: Open
When: Day 223 (Late Night)
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Raile's had a little too much to drink tonight.
Format: Whatever works for you!
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Combative Attitudes, General Drunk Shenanigans, Maybe some deeper seated anger issues.

[Well, if this wasn't something new to behold. Usually Raile kept his drinking to the point where he could curl up alone with his own thoughts, but tonight...was a little different. He was splendidly drunk, wobbling in off the Skyway with half a song on his lip and the other covered by muttered cursing before he drowned it out with more booze.

To his credit, he wasn't making that much a ruckus, but considering it was the time of night where most people were asleep and the Bastion was pretty much quiet as a mouse, it was safe to say he was still being pretty loud.

He might also currently be heading over to the Onsen because it looked interesting and he'd been meaning to see what all the fuss was about. Probably not the best idea considering how roaringly blitzed he was. Someone should probably stop him.]

Comments

[notachickenhawk]

<Hawk.>

[He's quiet for a moment, before he seems to lose steam, too.]

<I know that I have to do it to survive. I guess I kind of have an easier time, since the instincts of the animals I turn into are still there with me, and hawks aren't bothered by killing to live. But I was always the kid who got bullied and shoved around. I wasn't a killer. I wasn't a fighter. I guess... I make my peace with it. I try to wake up every day and keep going because I know there's people who rely on me. Even here, there's things I can do to help. And... someone very important to me once told me something.>

[He's silent, and he'd be crying if he could.]

<'You're not alone in your suffering. You may die, Tobias, but never alone. You are one in a legion of great warriors. Valiant Andalites who have died for freedom. Your lineage is courage and bravery. If you live, you carry our torch. A burden carried by many. A singular honor. Out of a respect for life, you have to endure.' I... was dying. It was a hallucination, sort of. But I know it was him. I know it was what he had given me the last time I saw him. It might sound stupid to others. But I have to keep going.>

[followsthevoice]

[For a long time, Raile was absolutely silent. At first he was just listening to Tobias talk, but even after he'd finished...no words came out. The moon had begun it's downward descent before he even moved, and his only movement was to place a hand...roughly where Tobias' shoulder would be...he'd never dealt with a hawk before, so he was making his best effort here.]

Can y'do me a couple o'favors?

[notachickenhawk]

[Tobias looks up at Raile.]

<What sort of favors?>

[followsthevoice]

First off...t'name's Raile, can y'tell me yers?

Second off...if I ever get like this again...do yer morphin' thing and knock some proper sense back inta me.

Third...I'd like t'talk some more, if that's alright.

[Raile...isn't a people person Tobias, so you'll have to forgive the awkwardness. He's trying though, he really is.]

[notachickenhawk]

<Tobias. And sure. And... I don't mind.>

[Look as long as you're not raging around hitting people for no reason or something... well, he's not okay with it but he's less not okay with it.]

[followsthevoice]

Thanks. I'll remember t'name. I think I should get back t'the house a'fore Zulf get's too worried, but I'll be around.

[Raile let Tobias hop off his lap as he got up. He thought to take the bottle of Werewhiskey with him...but declined, he'd had enough today.]

Y'take care o'yerself, alright?

[notachickenhawk]

<All right. Go get some rest, Raile.>

[He spreads his wings and takes off, circling around. He'll watch to make sure Raile gets back okay, and then go back to sleep himself.]