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[Voice/Action] backdated to Day 1 of the event until the end!

[Asch will be leaving a single message on the journal network on the evening of the first day, his voice flat:]

[Voice]

I know that the village is being its usual mad self this week, but Guy Cecil's gone back to his world. With the recent departures, Good Spirits is shorthanded.

[....oh, right.]

Also, considering the bar is in the area where alcohol is apparently prohibited, thieves have been after the stores. Most of the remaining supply's been hidden, but I could use help guarding it.

As far as I know, the journal network has always been for our eyes only, so if you want any for yourself and the staff doesn't recognize you, try to come up with something only one of us would know.

[After that, he won't be doing much exploration. Asch is having none of this silly experiment business; he woke up wearing this, and since his closet seems to be full of clothes either like it or much worse, he just rolls with it. He's been around the block before. He'll be staying in the bar pretty much 24/7 (besides food runs and emergencies) to make sure the collection doesn't get completely depleted; he may be a recently returned staff member himself, now, but the bar was important to Guy, so he can at least protect it for a while. Alcoholic drinks will be served through the back door to villagers only, so if you want some booze, better figure out a way to act convincing.]

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[Hrngh.

Challenge accepted.]

We'll see how it goes, I guess.

[It's said with a shrug, though; he's not making any promises, but it won't really kill him to try, either. If he doesn't like it, he'll quit. It's as simple as that. His life is too valuable to waste it trying to do something that's beyond his capabilities.]

Sure thing, probie. We'll play it by ear. I know you're no stranger to lending a hand here but...if this is for reals, now? Then I expect good service.

A-and staff parties. While not strictly mandatory, they are...suggested. Encouraged, even.

[Probie.... and parties...

...dammit, Guy. Why did you ever think this was a good idea.]

I'm starting to think that the only duties I'm qualified for here are washing dishes and escorting out unruly customers.

...You'll do fine. [ an indulgent sign. ] Like I said, we're not for-profit. It makes for a kinder learning curve.

Probably a good thing. This is drastically different from the only other job I've ever had in my life.

[And he doubts that tracking down, arresting, and/or slaying infidels looks good on a resume.]

...Dare I ask, Asch?

You can ask, but I'm not promising any answers.

[He knows he's just being facetious, though, so after a moment's thought, he responds more seriously, if briefly.]

I was a soldier.

So was Zack, albeit in capitals. And so was I -- in one way or another. [ army of one. ] I don't think that should be enough to hold you back.

[ translation: you yourself -- not your vocation -- will be holding you back. ]

You don't act like most of the soldiers I know.

[In truth he had a hard time envisioning either of them as real soldiers, though he knows there's no shortage of skill in battle. There's something about the attitude that makes it more of a lifestyle than just a career, and that's not something you can shake off easily.]

...Personally, I'm not convinced that all soldiers usually act like each other in the first place.

Not all. But where I come from, the way we're trained can create something of a hivemind when it comes to discipline. A unit has to be able to act as one when given orders or the mission could fail.

I suppose that's the mainest difference, then. Me? I never...had a unit. Not like a unit-unit.

[ she had friends; she misses them. ]

You worked solo?

[Truth be told, he really doesn't know that much about her beyond her skills in combat. Apparently this lack of knowledge goes both ways.]

For a while. And then...not, for another while. [ and now she leads an army. how on earth did that happen? ]

Solo is kind of the point, when you're a Slayer.

I remember that, very vaguely. It seemed like a pointless rule to follow- a single person having a unique power isn't necessarily better.

[It's admitted somewhat grudgingly; years ago he'd have argued the opposite, but age and maturity have at least made him realize he couldn't have done alone what he and Luke had accomplished together with hyperresonance.]

Trust me -- [ she breathes out an impatient sigh. but her impatience has little to do with asch and more to do with the whole damn problem ] -- you're preaching to the choir. You know what they say about sharing, right?

...Not really.

[Sharing is not a thing that is actively encouraged where he grew up- which is surprising, considering it's a church.]

It's...caring. Sharing is caring. That's what they say.

I can't say I've ever heard that slogan before...

[Well, not exactly. But there is something familiar about it.]

It makes sense, though, I suppose. Depending on what exactly it is that's being shared.

In this case? The power. The responsibility. The...soldierness of it all.

Not sure I'd call that caring, either, but having the power to defend oneself is a valuable asset.

So you were able to pass on the power somehow?

[ a thoughtful nod. ]

Magic. It made it possible to activate the potential of any girl who could be like me. Like how I am. A Vampire Slayer.

Let me guess. Fate, your gods, the world itself- whatever's in charge where you lived chose to give that power to one person despite others being capable of using it- for no reason?

Edited (lmao my account literally just expired) 2012-12-30 05:35 (UTC)

The men who made us -- [ her answer was suddenly terse. quiet. ] One weapon is supposedly easier to control than a drawerful.

...That makes sense.

[It's the sort of logic that people with power by way of position rather than physical strength and ability use; it's how most of them seem to stay in power for as long as they do, after all.]

Is that why they chose a woman, as well?

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