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maskormenace2014-06-26 02:22 pm
beenwaitinglong) wrote in maskormenace2014-06-26 02:22 pm
Entry tags:
- ruka | n/a,
- † armin arlert | n/a,
- † diego armando | godot,
- † edward nygma | the riddler,
- † eiko magami | n/a,
- † hans | prince of the southern isles,
- † isaac clarke | n/a,
- † kay faraday | great thief yatagarasu,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † light yagami | n/a,
- † lucifer | n/a,
- † mako mankanshoku | n/a,
- † matt murdock | daredevil,
- † mia fey | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † roy mustang | the flame alchemist,
- † will graham | wolf trap,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic
Blend #4 - Video
[Godot sits on the sofa in the living room of his new apartment. The room is bare except for a few small boxes, and a coffee table in front of him on which the communicator is resting. Something like 12 white coffee cups are scattered around the table's surface.]
Indulge me in a parable, my Imported amigos.
[You don't really get a choice, it seems, as he is all ready to go. It's time for Morality, Philosophy and Coffee Talk with Godot.]
There once was a doctor who lived in a small, peaceful town. He was very successful, and often called to other nearby villages to care for the people there.
The doctor returned from a long journey one day to find the door to his home left open. When he went inside, to his horror, he found his family, dead, all the victims of murder. He caught a glimpse of a man fleeing through the back window with a bag of valuables. The doctor gave chase, but could the man escaped into the woods. There were no other witnesses, and the doctor was left alone with nothing but his grief.
[He pauses for a slow, savored sip of the coffee in his mug. For a moment, it almost seems he's forgotten about the story, so concerned is he with the coffee. Just when it starts to become an awkward silence, he continues.]
The doctor left his home to continue his traveling practice, haunted by what had happened to his family. Years passed, and he finally felt able to move on with his life.
One day, he was working the back lines of a battlefield. The camp was small, and he was the only doctor working. A cry came out from one of the nurses, and the doctor rushed to help. A patient needed surgery, quickly, in order to live.
But when the doctor saw the face of the man lying unconscious in the bed, he recognized him. It was the same man he had seen fleeing from his home the day his family had died. Here, a man who had made a vow to save lives held in his hands the life of a man who may have committed the ultimate personal wrong against him.
His oath and his livelihood bind him to save this man. However, he could also do nothing-- or alternatively, twist the scalpel in his hands a little too far to the left or right, press a little too hard, and watch him die.
[Godot gives this part a long, dramatic pause as he finishes off the last of his mug.]
That's the end of the story. But the answer depends on the listener.
So tell me. Does the doctor save his life, or not?
Indulge me in a parable, my Imported amigos.
[You don't really get a choice, it seems, as he is all ready to go. It's time for Morality, Philosophy and Coffee Talk with Godot.]
There once was a doctor who lived in a small, peaceful town. He was very successful, and often called to other nearby villages to care for the people there.
The doctor returned from a long journey one day to find the door to his home left open. When he went inside, to his horror, he found his family, dead, all the victims of murder. He caught a glimpse of a man fleeing through the back window with a bag of valuables. The doctor gave chase, but could the man escaped into the woods. There were no other witnesses, and the doctor was left alone with nothing but his grief.
[He pauses for a slow, savored sip of the coffee in his mug. For a moment, it almost seems he's forgotten about the story, so concerned is he with the coffee. Just when it starts to become an awkward silence, he continues.]
The doctor left his home to continue his traveling practice, haunted by what had happened to his family. Years passed, and he finally felt able to move on with his life.
One day, he was working the back lines of a battlefield. The camp was small, and he was the only doctor working. A cry came out from one of the nurses, and the doctor rushed to help. A patient needed surgery, quickly, in order to live.
But when the doctor saw the face of the man lying unconscious in the bed, he recognized him. It was the same man he had seen fleeing from his home the day his family had died. Here, a man who had made a vow to save lives held in his hands the life of a man who may have committed the ultimate personal wrong against him.
His oath and his livelihood bind him to save this man. However, he could also do nothing-- or alternatively, twist the scalpel in his hands a little too far to the left or right, press a little too hard, and watch him die.
[Godot gives this part a long, dramatic pause as he finishes off the last of his mug.]
That's the end of the story. But the answer depends on the listener.
So tell me. Does the doctor save his life, or not?
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[She lets his hand go to cup his face again.]
I hate seeing you like this. I can't stand to think that you're barely holding yourself together because you think you have to. There's no shame in getting help, not if it does help. No one else needs to know.
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He's quiet for a long moment.]
You're the only thing that makes me happy. I haven't felt like myself since the moment I opened my eyes.
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Mia's quiet too, momentarily speechless from that revelation. He's been that miserable? She dreads to think how he must have felt before, back home where she's nothing but a spirit waiting around to keep an eye on those she left behind.
Slowly, she exhales and closes her eyes.]
I can't be the only thing. That's no way to live. You need to be able to make yourself happy.
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[Oh yeah, he's glad Mia didn't have to see him at home. Where this delusional persona he'd been living by was his only way to grasp onto the future without having a complete and total meltdown.]
But I don't know how to do that anymore. I hate this.
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[She looks up at him and smiles sadly.]
I love you and I'll be here for you every step of the way, but I think you need some help.
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He always thought he was one too, but when push came to shove, he'd drowned far too easily.]
Tough guys don't need help.
[It's said a little spitefully, with a wry, shaky smile on his face.]
I'm not as tough as I thought I was. Not anymore.
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[She takes a tiny half step back so she can look up at him properly, but stays close enough to still be touching him.]
Don't worry about being tough. Fall apart if you need to, even if it's hard. It doesn't make you any less of the man that I fell in love with.
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It was hard, though. Diego Armando was a man who knew himself well-- loved himself a little too well, as most people would say. It all made sense to him back then. To wake up five years later in a body that didn't feel right, with eyes that couldn't see right, with a world that didn't seem right... it was all too easy to lose.
He wishes more than anything he could look her in the eyes right now.]
I hope he's still here. Somewhere.
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[She tiptoes up and brushes her lips over his softly. It's more reassurance than anything passionate; she suspects that's what he needs right now.
It's just so wrong to see him so unsure of himself, so out of place in his own skin. Maybe she doesn't fully understand, maybe she never will, but she tells herself she won't stop trying to.]
Don't hide from me. Good or bad, I'm here.