The Binding of Isaac

[gamemakers]

Who| All those who signed up for the plot!
What| Capitol rebels attempt a break in and dismantling of dangerous weaponry.
Where| In a warehouse just beyond the very end of the cityline
When| Some time following Arena 13
WARNINGS| Please specify warnings in tag headers.
NOTES | Remember that if you did not sign up, it will be assumed you are not participating in the plot. Plotting can be found here! IC plotting is here!

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[carnagecarnival]

He doesn't know why everyone wants to give him a piece of their faith. Like just because he's a believer in something must mean he's got to be a belief up in everything. He doesn't he's faithful to the Messiahs, devoted, that wicked business is sacrosanct and everything else is some shit blasphemous for true.

But maybe it's the belief he wants. The idea of more than something. Like even if it's wrong, is not a whole lot of nothing. It's got a soul deep mattering.

So maybe that's why he listens anyway. Even though he shouldn't.

To her credit, it makes sense. Death like an ocean. Like the empress, like seadwellers, like a little bit of him. Seeing each other beyond the sea... He hasn't got the words for that bit. It has him wince and turn his eyes down. Beyond the sea...

He closes his eyes. He speaks. "The darkest midnight curtain parted. THE VEIL'S SPLIT AND CREST. Ritual's masses who's hand mark surface. AND SEE UPON HERE, A GLIMMERED RADIANCE OF ALL COLOR ATOP. Let it strike a motherfucker's breast. IN FOLLOWED CRYSTALLINE EFFULGENCE SPUME. We seek quiescence strife entombed. TO BE UNDONE AND 'LO THE MIRTH OF TRUE LEVITY. The jeer and jest. BE SO DONE IN MOST RIGHTEOUS HYSTERIA AND SO... Ashore... see that we are blessed..." He's quiet. He's quiet for what feels like all too long. Then he says, "NEVER HAD TO SAY PRAYER AS WHAT IS THAT SO MUCH BEFORE. You don't hear such noise on Alternia. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE?"

He listens for her words, trying to hear over the imagined crash of waves in his ears.

[earthborn]

"A Eulogy?" She guesses, half-amused despite herself. Shepard is, unlike so many, genuinely happy to be walking into hell again. This much, at least, is familiar, "It's appropriate; this is a suicide mission."

The only certainty was death-- and how comforting to know, no matter what you did or who you became, that the certainty of an ending would never go away. Well, it was no deep-sea afterlife!

[carnagecarnival]

When he asked her to guess he didn't expect her to have an actual name for it. It shows on his face, the confusion and surprise that's there. "So you humans do got for it more as to be legit," He mutters. That figured. Was typical really of the way they all worked. He had to dig this one up from the most rotted of scripts.

"THIS AIN'T A SUICIDE MISSION," He snaps. "If it was one being up of suicide, I'd not have motherfucking bothered at with the secrecy and told on these fuckers to charge. I'D NOT HAVE THOUGHT PLAN OF THIS SHIT. How many motherfucking times I gotta say as I don't do no noise half ass? IF THIS WERE A BUSINESS OF CULL AND SLAUGHTER I'D LET THE WHOLE FUCKING LOT OF THEM GO OFF WILDLIKE. This is on for the opposing so we ain't kicking it as like that, aight?" He makes a scoffing noise and shakes his head. She would get up off with the suicide missions and noise of the like.

There was a difference between a suicide mission and one what had a casualty or two.

[earthborn]

She laughed at that, an honest laugh, fierce in joy at his optimism and his determination. Yes, fine, these were the standards; he wouldn't get the joke, even though he'd been the one to drop the punchline. That thought made her chuckle a little harder.

"Oh shit, Kurloz. You still don't know a damn thing about humans. We have hundreds of religions; most alien races complain that we believe too much," The urge was strong in her to punch him in the arm, friendly, companionable; her hand formed a fist before she remembered to let it go, "Take care of yourself out there tonight, huh?"

[carnagecarnival]

His plans and ideas were himself. He'd stand by what he said. It's only a suicide mission if a motherfucker intends it of the team. Let her have her mirth. He'll squint at her and barely resist flipping her the bird, the language that went beyond universes.

Of course he doesn't know much of humans One didn't become an expert stuck in a motherfucking tower all the time. Hundreds of religions is a newer heresy. He's more used to stupidly suffocating atheism. He rolls eyes. "YEAH OKAY." He mutters to himself, "Was meaning getting a mourn on..."

He catches the first that forms. His eyes go back up to her face, wearing an expression just short of amiable. Is sobers him but it doesn't make him wince so much as the well-wishing does. His own fist clenches. "YOU TOO, I GUESS. Ain't no need for your ass to be being making so heroic blowing-up of the shit, just a stealth run."

[earthborn]

"See, that's where everybody gets it wrong. I'm not a hero."

And now the mask slid into place, as implacable as stone. She'd caught the line of his sight, like a poker-tell; a flaw in the armor, a tactical mistake. Shepard pulled on the armor of Commander in the pause between breathing and speaking, for all that she was dolled up in a camera-dazzle of asymmetric lines and clothing that fit her only because of the form-changing padding that filled it out. In another life, another world, she had commanded the loyalty of billions, and the fate of the galaxy had often turned on her whim.

"I just do what needs to be done.

[carnagecarnival]

He straightens up, chin lifting. His face shifts, changing to that of the Subjugglator General. In another life, another world, he was destined for the same as her. But he doesn't mask himself. He always paints on his soul to be exposed.

"THAT'S WHERE AT YOU'RE THINKING I AIN'T LEARNED FUCK ALL," He says easily in turn. He catches her eyes and holds them in his.

"Ain't gotta be a motherfucking hero to do on something heroic."