March-April Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE MEME

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you know I love your sad veterans

[901att]

[At the sudden appearance of the strange and the other pokemon, the little azurill stops her crying, huddling a bit closer behind her tail. She might not be 100% certain yet how to handle this huge new man that is her trainer, but at least he is somewhat familiar. The stranger is not. And that growlithe definitely is not.

Randel doesn't know this man, but he recognises him all the same. There is something about war veterans that never leaves them. And he has seen scars like that before on men on the battlefield, usually stumbling, screaming, dying. In some ways, this man is too part of the war-damages. And as the only member of section three here, he ought to help, oughtn't he? He has felt somewhat bereft of purpose since arriving here. Back home there was always a new mission, a new problem to tackle, but this land looks like war has never touched it, never damaged it. What purpose can he have in a world like that when each little sliver of meaning he had build for himself was taken from him?

But here, perhaps, a small purpose.

He rises, taking a step in the man's direction. He doesn't near too closely though, not wanting to startle him, and not wanting to startle his dog.]

Sir? It's all right. You are all right.

[You are not there anymore, but that's a lie. The battlefields never leave you.]

that's all I play anymore

[propatriamori]

[Sir... someone else is nearby. Someone is calling him sir, and it's not filled with pain, not screamed, not whispered in a dying gurgle. Someone is calling him sir, and Edward straightens his back a little and takes a deep breath. It clears his head a little, and his puppy presses close against his calf. If they were in danger, the puppy would be reacting, wouldn't he? He's a dog, and dogs want to protect their masters. Dogs die to protect their masters.]

I... yes. Yes, I am all right.

[Edward turns in the direction of the man's voice, and for a moment, the man isn't a stranger. The man is Barrow, his friend, the first friend he made after everything changed, and Edward takes a step closer, his arm not holding the stick lifting at the elbow, offered towards his friend.]

I apologize, I... things wandered away from me for a bit there.

[If Barrow is here, everything will be all right. Edward doesn't need to be afraid any longer.]

[901att]

[Randel notes the offered arm and moves almost automatically to take it. There had been something so imperiously self-assured in the other man's pose, at least to Randel's eyes, that it had been logical for him to do so. Not that his touch isn't hesitant, his giant paw coming to rest very lightly on the stranger's arm.]

Uhm. Are you here by yourself?

[Randel has seen blinded vets before, but few that wander the wilderness. Most stuck to the streets of the city, in small familiar areas. They usually had someone watching their backs. The ones that survived did, at least.]

[propatriamori]

[There is a certain air of imperiousness to Edward that he's unable to shed, even blinded and ruined. It's been bred into him, taught to him for as long as he's been able to remember, and it comes shining through no matter what he does.]

[He wishes it didn't. Strangers are less likely to help someone who acts as though he's above them, whether it's deliberate or not.]

[When the man speaks, the tiny smile that had been tickling the corner of Edward's mouth shatters, and his shoulder slouch forward. This is another stranger, no one he knows. The man's hand is too big to be Barrow's, his touch too shy and faint, and he doesn't smell like cigarette smoke. Edward is alone again.]

[The puppy at his leg whines, sensing the change in his master's mood, and rubs his face along Edward's calf.]

I'm afraid so.

[Just because the man isn't who Edward expected is no reason to be rude. He straightens himself back up and turns his face in the man's direction, knowing that he'll see the scars on his face and realize Edward's impediment.]

I was in a hospital recovering when I was suddenly taken here, and presented with a puppy. [A faint line appears between Edward's eyebrows.] I told them I was not ready to be moved, and yet they did it anyway, and dropped me off in the wrong place!