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argyria) wrote in asgardeventide2012-03-18 01:03 am
Two; [video/action for Hel district] (backdated to 15th)
[Like most other people, Ramirez has also found himself a victim of the Ides of March. You didn't expect him to be nice to the poor soothsayer, did you?
Unfortunately, Shakespeare and Julius Ceasar were not things that existed in Arcadia, though it would be questionable whether or not he would listen to them anyway. His response to seeing Galcian approach him was not one of skepticism, but of dull, earth-shattering surprise that seemed to course through his entire body. After over a month of living aimlessly with no sense of purpose, seeing the only man that gave his life meaning for the past seven years was like a beacon of promise that he didn't realize he was missing.
It's strange, really, considering how cynical he usually is about such events. It's probably kind of creepy to seem a man who has probably never once had an expression of warmth on his face since his arrival suddenly just brighten and approach someone with such incredibly blind trust.
He never even suspected it. The thought that the knife was meant for him never even crossed his mind until it was embedded in his stomach.
It was a good hit. Of course it was; it was Lord Galcian, after all, and he of all people would know where to jam a knife for maximum damage. And Moons, it hurts, but he barely feels it, Ramirez is too busy staring at the other man in confusion, the bracelet slipping out of his numb fingers and hitting the ground with a delicate ringing sound.
Ramirez doesn't think that this is just a nasty trick of the gods, oh no. The way Galcian retreats into the sea of grey and disappears completely isn't because he's just an illusion sent to torment him. It could be the blood loss and pain that's making him think this way. Or it could be the fact that he's a little unhinged. Either way, the only thing that crosses his mind as his knees buckle uselessly and he slumps to the ground is that this is his fault somehow.
Of course this was the reaction he would give him. It must have looked like abandonment, after all. Desertion. Betrayal. A knife in his side and the turn of his back to him in clear rejection only a just punishment for a turncoat to Lord Galcian's rule.
Maybe he couldn't control it, but it was betrayal all the same. He feels himself slumping over to his side, face against the cool stone of the ground. The video is recording all of it, he had mistakenly turned it on before it dropped from his hands, but he's not concerned with that. He's too busy staring fixedly at the spot where Galcian had disappeared with a sort of glassy-eyed intensity.
Ramirez makes no move to stagger back up to safety or call for help. The knife in his stomach told him everything he needed to know. Lord Galcian had rejected him. Lord Galcian thought he needed to die.
And with the way he failed him, without any purpose to guide him, wasn't he only better off dead? What good was he here? What good was he in Arcadia, if Galcian had decided his value had finally run its course?
It's fine, then. It's okay. If Lord Galcian thought he had turned his back on him, then it's no more than what he deserves.
It's his right, after all.]
Unfortunately, Shakespeare and Julius Ceasar were not things that existed in Arcadia, though it would be questionable whether or not he would listen to them anyway. His response to seeing Galcian approach him was not one of skepticism, but of dull, earth-shattering surprise that seemed to course through his entire body. After over a month of living aimlessly with no sense of purpose, seeing the only man that gave his life meaning for the past seven years was like a beacon of promise that he didn't realize he was missing.
It's strange, really, considering how cynical he usually is about such events. It's probably kind of creepy to seem a man who has probably never once had an expression of warmth on his face since his arrival suddenly just brighten and approach someone with such incredibly blind trust.
He never even suspected it. The thought that the knife was meant for him never even crossed his mind until it was embedded in his stomach.
It was a good hit. Of course it was; it was Lord Galcian, after all, and he of all people would know where to jam a knife for maximum damage. And Moons, it hurts, but he barely feels it, Ramirez is too busy staring at the other man in confusion, the bracelet slipping out of his numb fingers and hitting the ground with a delicate ringing sound.
Ramirez doesn't think that this is just a nasty trick of the gods, oh no. The way Galcian retreats into the sea of grey and disappears completely isn't because he's just an illusion sent to torment him. It could be the blood loss and pain that's making him think this way. Or it could be the fact that he's a little unhinged. Either way, the only thing that crosses his mind as his knees buckle uselessly and he slumps to the ground is that this is his fault somehow.
Of course this was the reaction he would give him. It must have looked like abandonment, after all. Desertion. Betrayal. A knife in his side and the turn of his back to him in clear rejection only a just punishment for a turncoat to Lord Galcian's rule.
Maybe he couldn't control it, but it was betrayal all the same. He feels himself slumping over to his side, face against the cool stone of the ground. The video is recording all of it, he had mistakenly turned it on before it dropped from his hands, but he's not concerned with that. He's too busy staring fixedly at the spot where Galcian had disappeared with a sort of glassy-eyed intensity.
Ramirez makes no move to stagger back up to safety or call for help. The knife in his stomach told him everything he needed to know. Lord Galcian had rejected him. Lord Galcian thought he needed to die.
And with the way he failed him, without any purpose to guide him, wasn't he only better off dead? What good was he here? What good was he in Arcadia, if Galcian had decided his value had finally run its course?
It's fine, then. It's okay. If Lord Galcian thought he had turned his back on him, then it's no more than what he deserves.
It's his right, after all.]
ACTION... because convenient coincidences, shh
It's how he ends up in Hel district, looking curiously about the place. It's a little gloomy, hardly his favorite type of atmosphere, but when has that ever stopped him from looking around a place? How bad could it possibly be, anyway?
Are the words any other person would regret, upon seeing what he's stumbled onto.
It's... definitely not every day that you run into what might be one of your worst enemies on the ground, bleeding everywhere. His first instinct should have been to leave him be, shouldn't it have been? He's his enemy and, he may be from before those events, but he's searching for the Moon Crystals, and hardly for a good reason. With what Fina's told them... They just can't let them fall into the wrong hands, not again. And after they just barely got them back too, all thanks to Enrique...
But it's only a momentary thing, quickly cast aside. What kind of Blue Rogue would he be, if he simply left a man to bleed out on the ground. And if what he's been hearing about stabbings is true...]
Hey! You awake there?
ACTION because god fine
In fact, he barely even seems to registers Vyse is there. Just sort of...shifts his head over with the same sort of voided stare as he very comfortably bleeds out all over the ground. There's no hostility or mocking condescension in those eyes. In fact, there's really hardly much of anything.
Pain is starting to catch up with him. He notes it in a disconnected sort of way.
That's okay, though. That's fine.]
ACTION because good good
With the way he's been acting, Vyse wouldn't have been surprised at him refusing his help, at him claiming he'd just make it worse. But this? This isn't even close. It's like... It's almost like he's not even there.
Ramirez is definitely awake, but he sure doesn't seem like he's actually there.]
H-hey, come on! You can't just stay there!
[Why couldn't he have just cooperated?
He moves closer, cautiously, veeery carefullyyy reaching to shake his shoulder a bit. Just a bit, he's gotta be in a lot of pain and, enemy or not, he's not gonna make it worse if he can help it.]
ACTION
Don't touch me.
[You'd expect hostility in that, wouldn't you?
There's none. It's said in a flat, eerie monotone.]
ACTION
Probably more than he could have ever expected from Ramirez.
Instantly, he moves his hand away from him, raising both hands in front of him.]
Fine, fine! I won't touch you!
[Sheesh, he doesn't wanna touch you anyway!!]
But you can't stay here! Come on, can you stand?
ACTION
Can he stand? What does Ramirez care? He might as well be dead.
He should be dead.]
ACTION
He's half-tempted to just grab him and run, but considering the reaction he got when he tried to get close...
But, fact is, Ramirez isn't giving him many choices. He's not letting himself be helped and he can't, won't, just let someone bleed out when he could have done something to prevent it, no matter how much he may dislike the person.
He frowns, straightening himself up. Only one thing to do then.]
Hey! Hey, come on! I don't know what's wrong with you, but if you can stand, you're gonna have to go ahead and do that now! You can't just let yourself die here!
[Raised voice of get your ass up already, Ramirez!!!]
ACTION
It is his right.
[A vague statement Vyse may not understand unless he saw the events leading up to the current situation. But it makes all the sense it needs to for a dying man whose last lifeline has been effectively cut, both literally and metaphorically. He gives no reaction concerning Vyse's harsher tone, nor does he make any attempt to stand.
Ramirez seems pretty determined to simply bleed out onto the floor until he's no more.]
ACTION
--But when Ramirez speaks, Vyse can only stare, utterly dumbfounded. What in the name of the six moons is he talking about...]
His right? What are you talking about? Are you talking about the guy who stabbed you?
[Not that he has any idea still who's been going around stabbing people, but that... That just sounds (even more) worrying.]