Post by Colton Deraine on Jan 2, 2020 17:28:15 GMT -5
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Bravery is believing in yourself, and that's one thing nobody can teach you.
”Yeah, I’ll bring them over.”
”I dunno. Like I said, I haven’t got there yet. We know one’s dead and one’s captured.”
”The body is in the process of being buried… Are you serious? What the—Fine, I’ll bring that over too. I don’t want that shit on display freaking people out, though.”
”…Well, if it comes to that we’ll have it done in the capital. It’ll be pretty obvious what happened from the body. Believe me, these people are not smart enough to cover anything up so if they did kill the guy and lie he’d be visibly ripped to shreds.”
”I’ll bring them both over as soon as I can, yeah. Grimm are going to attack tonight over this, though, so there might be a delay depending on how bad it is.”
When an actual death occurred, there was no point in delaying in getting the only remaining village elder in town on the same page as everyone else. Someone dying wasn’t exactly something that could be covered up for the long term, and cooperation between the village and the trainees was still needed… or rather the trainees needed the villagers who weren’t fucked from the emotion dampeners to actually not sabotage them.
It turns out, that was the wrong mode of thinking. When he had finally made it over to the other side of the village, it was abundantly clear that the small amount of faith that he had given the two psychopaths he was assigned to work with was far too much. He had assumed, wrongly, that their stupidity did not extend into extreme violence targeted at civilians. Holly was there, too, looking down with some bandages looking for a wounded person that she expected to be on the floor instead of…
Chained up in the air. Like a fucking animal.
”Holly, look up.” he’d mention softly, the rage only contained from exploding by the emotion dampeners that he had been taking just as instructed. The man was bound with an extremely shitty gauze around his still-bleeding head and his knees were so obviously broken that the man’s calves were diagonal and lolling around like they were half-ripped off… which the Argus native supposed they were at this point.
”Carmim, get the fuck out of here.” he’d growl, quickly adding: ”If you or the other one come back in this tent I’m going to smash your aura. If the dead guy is anything like this one, you’re both going on trial when we get back to Mistral for this.”
This was fucking disgusting. Turns out that once again his instincts for who was a complete piece of shit were good, but even he underestimated the level of depravity these particular idiots—no, not idiots. Labeling them as stupid just diminished how fucking evil this type of behavior was. These fucking criminals decided to run into a village and maim people at will, calling the Grimm on everyone because they couldn’t bear to be disrespected. The brunette’s right hand would brush against his backsword, and it would slide out of its sheath with Polarity and would float in the air nearby and true to his word would be directly pointed at Carmim until or unless she left.
If either of them came back or Carmim refused to leave, Colton had zero problem following through with his implied threat and smashing her aura right then and there to make sure she couldn’t hurt any other innocent people. What little care existed for their feelings was gone the second they decided torture and quite possibly murder was the first resort in dealing with a problem with civilians who couldn’t hurt them no matter how hard they tried.
Even the weapons of their militia were fucking garbage, so these people were running around shooting scrap. Any trainee who was faced with a threat that was unable to cause them any harm and replied with deadly force was a fucking coward and a criminal, and it looked like they not only had two of those but two of those who once they had captured one of the people who couldn’t hurt them decided to further maim them out of spite. The guy was thrashing in the air in his bonds, but weakly, likely due to a combination of exhaustion and having his knees ripped to shreds.
”Holly, I’m going to go dig up the body outside and bring it in. The elder is concerned that the guy was murdered, and after seeing this I’m inclined to agree with him. Do your best with this guy, at the very least choke him with painkillers so he stops calling Grimm. We’re going to get attacked tonight because of this, and the longer he’s sitting there thrashing the worse it’ll get.”
The tone would have normally been emotionless, but there was the unmistakable tinge of rage associated with it. If he had not been under the effects of emotion dampeners, Colton would have likely attacked both Qiu’li and Carmim on site and dragged them to the elder himself. In any other situation they should be rotting in prison for this awaiting trial and an investigation, but circumstances made the latter next to impossible. The fucking scumbags probably thought that they would actually get away with this because of that fact, which was a level of self-interested cowardice that was just beyond the realm of imagination.
He had always known that they were worthless pieces of human garbage, but he had underestimated just how malicious they were to people who were weaker than them. This was the work of a fucking psychopathic serial killer, not someone training to be a huntsman. And he was stuck with them, unable to do a damned thing about it for at least the next few hours. It was absolutely fucking maddening, because while he was certain he could take on one of them and possibly even one of them immediately after the other… the chances of him taking out both of them at once were not nearly as good. If he acted now, there was a good chance he’d end up just like the guy thrashing in the air, bound and lifted up with every ligament and bone in the proximity of his knee shattered to pieces.
If they did that to a random stranger, imagine what they’d do to someone they had a reason to actively dislike. The next airship was hours away, so at the minimum there needed to be a lack of more victims for them to easily torture until then. Fucking hell, of course he got stuck with the psychopaths. Before he headed out, though, he started a group chat without the two violently unstable ones to at least make the others aware of what was happening.
”I dunno. Like I said, I haven’t got there yet. We know one’s dead and one’s captured.”
”The body is in the process of being buried… Are you serious? What the—Fine, I’ll bring that over too. I don’t want that shit on display freaking people out, though.”
”…Well, if it comes to that we’ll have it done in the capital. It’ll be pretty obvious what happened from the body. Believe me, these people are not smart enough to cover anything up so if they did kill the guy and lie he’d be visibly ripped to shreds.”
”I’ll bring them both over as soon as I can, yeah. Grimm are going to attack tonight over this, though, so there might be a delay depending on how bad it is.”
When an actual death occurred, there was no point in delaying in getting the only remaining village elder in town on the same page as everyone else. Someone dying wasn’t exactly something that could be covered up for the long term, and cooperation between the village and the trainees was still needed… or rather the trainees needed the villagers who weren’t fucked from the emotion dampeners to actually not sabotage them.
It turns out, that was the wrong mode of thinking. When he had finally made it over to the other side of the village, it was abundantly clear that the small amount of faith that he had given the two psychopaths he was assigned to work with was far too much. He had assumed, wrongly, that their stupidity did not extend into extreme violence targeted at civilians. Holly was there, too, looking down with some bandages looking for a wounded person that she expected to be on the floor instead of…
Chained up in the air. Like a fucking animal.
”Holly, look up.” he’d mention softly, the rage only contained from exploding by the emotion dampeners that he had been taking just as instructed. The man was bound with an extremely shitty gauze around his still-bleeding head and his knees were so obviously broken that the man’s calves were diagonal and lolling around like they were half-ripped off… which the Argus native supposed they were at this point.
”Carmim, get the fuck out of here.” he’d growl, quickly adding: ”If you or the other one come back in this tent I’m going to smash your aura. If the dead guy is anything like this one, you’re both going on trial when we get back to Mistral for this.”
This was fucking disgusting. Turns out that once again his instincts for who was a complete piece of shit were good, but even he underestimated the level of depravity these particular idiots—no, not idiots. Labeling them as stupid just diminished how fucking evil this type of behavior was. These fucking criminals decided to run into a village and maim people at will, calling the Grimm on everyone because they couldn’t bear to be disrespected. The brunette’s right hand would brush against his backsword, and it would slide out of its sheath with Polarity and would float in the air nearby and true to his word would be directly pointed at Carmim until or unless she left.
If either of them came back or Carmim refused to leave, Colton had zero problem following through with his implied threat and smashing her aura right then and there to make sure she couldn’t hurt any other innocent people. What little care existed for their feelings was gone the second they decided torture and quite possibly murder was the first resort in dealing with a problem with civilians who couldn’t hurt them no matter how hard they tried.
Even the weapons of their militia were fucking garbage, so these people were running around shooting scrap. Any trainee who was faced with a threat that was unable to cause them any harm and replied with deadly force was a fucking coward and a criminal, and it looked like they not only had two of those but two of those who once they had captured one of the people who couldn’t hurt them decided to further maim them out of spite. The guy was thrashing in the air in his bonds, but weakly, likely due to a combination of exhaustion and having his knees ripped to shreds.
”Holly, I’m going to go dig up the body outside and bring it in. The elder is concerned that the guy was murdered, and after seeing this I’m inclined to agree with him. Do your best with this guy, at the very least choke him with painkillers so he stops calling Grimm. We’re going to get attacked tonight because of this, and the longer he’s sitting there thrashing the worse it’ll get.”
The tone would have normally been emotionless, but there was the unmistakable tinge of rage associated with it. If he had not been under the effects of emotion dampeners, Colton would have likely attacked both Qiu’li and Carmim on site and dragged them to the elder himself. In any other situation they should be rotting in prison for this awaiting trial and an investigation, but circumstances made the latter next to impossible. The fucking scumbags probably thought that they would actually get away with this because of that fact, which was a level of self-interested cowardice that was just beyond the realm of imagination.
He had always known that they were worthless pieces of human garbage, but he had underestimated just how malicious they were to people who were weaker than them. This was the work of a fucking psychopathic serial killer, not someone training to be a huntsman. And he was stuck with them, unable to do a damned thing about it for at least the next few hours. It was absolutely fucking maddening, because while he was certain he could take on one of them and possibly even one of them immediately after the other… the chances of him taking out both of them at once were not nearly as good. If he acted now, there was a good chance he’d end up just like the guy thrashing in the air, bound and lifted up with every ligament and bone in the proximity of his knee shattered to pieces.
If they did that to a random stranger, imagine what they’d do to someone they had a reason to actively dislike. The next airship was hours away, so at the minimum there needed to be a lack of more victims for them to easily torture until then. Fucking hell, of course he got stuck with the psychopaths. Before he headed out, though, he started a group chat without the two violently unstable ones to at least make the others aware of what was happening.
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