Post by Elena Thorne on May 30, 2019 3:47:39 GMT -5
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Wow, this place really went to shit.
It looked like even outside of the medical tents there were people very visibly sick, which was never a good sign. It meant that most likely the sick tents were too full to get every case, or that it had become so widespread that people just stopped giving a shit. Neither option was particularly good, but that also wasn’t her problem at the moment. The fact of the matter was that the world was divided up into two basic categories: things you could influence and things that you couldn’t. Choosing to sit there and be freaked out or try to comfort anyone in the moment was pointless, because that meant less people got the chance to actually get the large amount of supplies that she managed to carry with her.
She needed to keep moving in order to both enable more people to get those supplies and serve as a walking indicator that there was a new shipment of aid in the town. Elena wasn’t a doctor and had no medical skills to speak of, but what she could do was provide very short term relief of basic needs due to all the shit she was carrying around with her. Her aura continued to drain slowly but steadily as a result of her abusing her semblance in order to carry and contain so many things, but at the end of the day spending that aura sped up the process of actually getting those supplies out of her hands and into the hands of the citizens by an order of magnitude.
What she was able to influence was woefully inadequate to actually do anything long term, but that was just the reality a lot of the time. It wasn’t the job of a huntress to fix everything about anything that was wrong forever. The best that most people could do is just staunch the proverbial bleeding for a bit until someone more suited came along. Nobody could be a master at everything, and there was absolutely no guarantee that a huntress suited for any particular job would be the one in the area. But someone like their chaperone nearby a place that desperately needed someone capable of a stealth rescue, and they were shit out of luck. If someone like Shadecloak who was perfectly suited for that type of job was nearby here, though, she wouldn’t be able to do a damned thing except call for someone better.
It wasn’t a particularly nice and rosy reality where everything worked out in the end or anything, because that just didn’t happen for a lot of people. Doc was either good enough to save these people, or they were going to die. That was just how it went, and nothing that the villagers did at this point really mattered. Their lives come down to whether a complete stranger can figure out a cure or what was causing the illness before they died or got infected… and that was it. They didn’t choose this and didn’t have a way to really stop it from happening. Life just dealt them a shitty hand, and they had to do the best they could to deal with it as it came.
There was a certain sadness and feeling of helplessness when it came to seeing situations like this, sure, but as a whole Elena was not nearly as rattled by these sights as her counterpart. Part of that was mindset, but part of that was also because this wasn’t the first run down and desperate village she had been in. There were patches exactly like this all over Remnant, and she had been to dozens of them. Maybe they all didn’t have the plague, but they all had some issue that made life hard as hell. Maybe it was bandits, maybe it was a fire that burned their buildings, maybe it was locusts that ate their crops, maybe it was an earthquake or some other natural disaster that fucked their whole lives up. It was always something with the places that decided to rough it out between Kingdoms, which was why most people avoided this life altogether and stayed in the safety of the major cities. She admired their resolve and pitied those who were born after the decision to settle, but not at all the ones who knew the risks of coming out here and decided to do so anyway.
Maybe it wasn’t the most charitable or pious view, but at the end of the day everyone who originally settles out here in the wilderness makes a conscious choice that their freedom is worth more than their safety. It’s a value calculation, because you can’t have everything. Sacrifices have to be made somewhere or another for everyone, and sooner or later those sacrifices would come back to bite you. That’s just how life worked, so there was no pity for people who made a choice that didn’t pan out. The kids, though, were completely innocent regardless of how she felt about the founders… who may not even be alive at this point she just realized.
Oh well. Before The Fall there was always an option to move to Mistral or Argus. There were frequent airships that would have definitely stopped over if requested. One unlucky person would have to make the trip to inform the city of their choice, but other than that the process would have been smooth and easy. There was no predicting a tragedy like that, but that was a risk that somebody decided was worth taking and now there were consequences for it. Even if they could solve the problem today, there would just be another one tomorrow for somebody else to fix.
It was exceptionally rare for a village to become entirely self-sufficient over a long period of time due to unavoidable and unforeseen complications like the mass illness that this place had encountered. Maybe this village would recover completely and become one of those rare success stories, or maybe they would leave, and everyone here would be dead within the next six months completely isolated and alone as the sickness took them all in turn. Elena had absolutely no ability to influence that at all, so it wasn’t her problem. If she made it so, she’d just go insane from all of the problems that people had that she couldn’t do anything about. Cold, sure, but necessary in this line of work to some degree or another.
It looked like even outside of the medical tents there were people very visibly sick, which was never a good sign. It meant that most likely the sick tents were too full to get every case, or that it had become so widespread that people just stopped giving a shit. Neither option was particularly good, but that also wasn’t her problem at the moment. The fact of the matter was that the world was divided up into two basic categories: things you could influence and things that you couldn’t. Choosing to sit there and be freaked out or try to comfort anyone in the moment was pointless, because that meant less people got the chance to actually get the large amount of supplies that she managed to carry with her.
She needed to keep moving in order to both enable more people to get those supplies and serve as a walking indicator that there was a new shipment of aid in the town. Elena wasn’t a doctor and had no medical skills to speak of, but what she could do was provide very short term relief of basic needs due to all the shit she was carrying around with her. Her aura continued to drain slowly but steadily as a result of her abusing her semblance in order to carry and contain so many things, but at the end of the day spending that aura sped up the process of actually getting those supplies out of her hands and into the hands of the citizens by an order of magnitude.
What she was able to influence was woefully inadequate to actually do anything long term, but that was just the reality a lot of the time. It wasn’t the job of a huntress to fix everything about anything that was wrong forever. The best that most people could do is just staunch the proverbial bleeding for a bit until someone more suited came along. Nobody could be a master at everything, and there was absolutely no guarantee that a huntress suited for any particular job would be the one in the area. But someone like their chaperone nearby a place that desperately needed someone capable of a stealth rescue, and they were shit out of luck. If someone like Shadecloak who was perfectly suited for that type of job was nearby here, though, she wouldn’t be able to do a damned thing except call for someone better.
It wasn’t a particularly nice and rosy reality where everything worked out in the end or anything, because that just didn’t happen for a lot of people. Doc was either good enough to save these people, or they were going to die. That was just how it went, and nothing that the villagers did at this point really mattered. Their lives come down to whether a complete stranger can figure out a cure or what was causing the illness before they died or got infected… and that was it. They didn’t choose this and didn’t have a way to really stop it from happening. Life just dealt them a shitty hand, and they had to do the best they could to deal with it as it came.
There was a certain sadness and feeling of helplessness when it came to seeing situations like this, sure, but as a whole Elena was not nearly as rattled by these sights as her counterpart. Part of that was mindset, but part of that was also because this wasn’t the first run down and desperate village she had been in. There were patches exactly like this all over Remnant, and she had been to dozens of them. Maybe they all didn’t have the plague, but they all had some issue that made life hard as hell. Maybe it was bandits, maybe it was a fire that burned their buildings, maybe it was locusts that ate their crops, maybe it was an earthquake or some other natural disaster that fucked their whole lives up. It was always something with the places that decided to rough it out between Kingdoms, which was why most people avoided this life altogether and stayed in the safety of the major cities. She admired their resolve and pitied those who were born after the decision to settle, but not at all the ones who knew the risks of coming out here and decided to do so anyway.
Maybe it wasn’t the most charitable or pious view, but at the end of the day everyone who originally settles out here in the wilderness makes a conscious choice that their freedom is worth more than their safety. It’s a value calculation, because you can’t have everything. Sacrifices have to be made somewhere or another for everyone, and sooner or later those sacrifices would come back to bite you. That’s just how life worked, so there was no pity for people who made a choice that didn’t pan out. The kids, though, were completely innocent regardless of how she felt about the founders… who may not even be alive at this point she just realized.
Oh well. Before The Fall there was always an option to move to Mistral or Argus. There were frequent airships that would have definitely stopped over if requested. One unlucky person would have to make the trip to inform the city of their choice, but other than that the process would have been smooth and easy. There was no predicting a tragedy like that, but that was a risk that somebody decided was worth taking and now there were consequences for it. Even if they could solve the problem today, there would just be another one tomorrow for somebody else to fix.
It was exceptionally rare for a village to become entirely self-sufficient over a long period of time due to unavoidable and unforeseen complications like the mass illness that this place had encountered. Maybe this village would recover completely and become one of those rare success stories, or maybe they would leave, and everyone here would be dead within the next six months completely isolated and alone as the sickness took them all in turn. Elena had absolutely no ability to influence that at all, so it wasn’t her problem. If she made it so, she’d just go insane from all of the problems that people had that she couldn’t do anything about. Cold, sure, but necessary in this line of work to some degree or another.
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