10 Page Research Paper [Faith]
Posted Dec 20, 2018 5:51:10 GMT -7
Post by Vieri di Adatto Isabello on Dec 20, 2018 5:51:10 GMT -7
Vieri had already seen to ruining some contractor’s day, via the destruction of a handful of buildings in Shanghai. Ones in the middle of construction and thus one he could bring to the ground without fear that he’d be bringing random sods with a bad sense of proper space and time down with it too.
The whole time, though, Diana’s words played over in his head. He’d gotten soft and weird, and it’d all started with Shanghai. It was because he didn’t like killing people - it’d happened enough now that saying it was something else would be denying the truth in the face of overwhelming evidence. He wasn’t that much of a coward.
He needed to get his shit together. How he was even supposed to begin doing that, or dismissing it completely, was another tangled ball of yarn in his head he’d been hoping blowing the half-finished faces off some buildings he didn’t think were up to code would help with. It did cover him with enough rubble dust that he had to go stomp into the Academy portal for a shower, and he’d yelled enough his throat didn’t feel like anything more than an inside voice, and he guessed he did feel less like smashing the shit out of something, but it did about as much to the ball of yarn as if he’d kicked it.
His legs wanted something else to do, so he’d taken to walking the academy halls with soggy hair and a glare that was more tired and distant than it was really angry. For once he didn’t yell at the kid who bumped into him or glare at any of the faces who’d recently poked one of his nerves the wrong way. Another part of him wanted the precise rules and order of his regulations and engineering manuals, but that was just burying his head in paperwork, wasn’t it? Maybe he’d read over some information age scientists’ work. He turned course towards the library.
He’d stood in the doorway of the library, staring at the woman with the stack of paperwork for just slightly above the line of what most would consider awkward. Gears were turning behind his frown, and when they finally clicked into place, he… kind of wanted to help. Not because it felt nice to help people or anything but because paperwork was something he could do. It wasn’t even his paperwork so it was fine.
He walked directly up to her, a subdued glare stuck on his face and his eyes firmly on hers.
“Oi. You want help with these?”
Faith Lessesti
The whole time, though, Diana’s words played over in his head. He’d gotten soft and weird, and it’d all started with Shanghai. It was because he didn’t like killing people - it’d happened enough now that saying it was something else would be denying the truth in the face of overwhelming evidence. He wasn’t that much of a coward.
He needed to get his shit together. How he was even supposed to begin doing that, or dismissing it completely, was another tangled ball of yarn in his head he’d been hoping blowing the half-finished faces off some buildings he didn’t think were up to code would help with. It did cover him with enough rubble dust that he had to go stomp into the Academy portal for a shower, and he’d yelled enough his throat didn’t feel like anything more than an inside voice, and he guessed he did feel less like smashing the shit out of something, but it did about as much to the ball of yarn as if he’d kicked it.
His legs wanted something else to do, so he’d taken to walking the academy halls with soggy hair and a glare that was more tired and distant than it was really angry. For once he didn’t yell at the kid who bumped into him or glare at any of the faces who’d recently poked one of his nerves the wrong way. Another part of him wanted the precise rules and order of his regulations and engineering manuals, but that was just burying his head in paperwork, wasn’t it? Maybe he’d read over some information age scientists’ work. He turned course towards the library.
He’d stood in the doorway of the library, staring at the woman with the stack of paperwork for just slightly above the line of what most would consider awkward. Gears were turning behind his frown, and when they finally clicked into place, he… kind of wanted to help. Not because it felt nice to help people or anything but because paperwork was something he could do. It wasn’t even his paperwork so it was fine.
He walked directly up to her, a subdued glare stuck on his face and his eyes firmly on hers.
“Oi. You want help with these?”
Faith Lessesti