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Post by Song Gui Lin on Jan 16, 2023 19:30:27 GMT -7
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[attr="id","hydracol"]SONG GUI LIN
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It's not as if you didn't want to do other things with your life. You were just dealt a bad hand: you didn't have loving parents, although you did have them. Until you didn't, but that was their fault—they should have known better than to raise their hands like that, right? That's not how you show love.[break][break]
You can still remember the first time you felt the sensation of mana: You dropped your hand parallel to the floor as they brandished sharp silver knives. When the resulting cascade of magic fell down on top of them it was nothing unexpected: they had to die, and so they were dead. That's all there was to it—now you were safe, and they were still and quiet.[break][break]
It wasn't long after that you repeated the mantra "Family above all" like gospel.[break][break]
[Operations that you must always obey:][break][break]
One, you [Eat until you're satisfied]. You need the nutrients and carbohydrates to fuel your body. It's difficult to stay alert and active for long periods of time if you miss your meals; so even if it hurts; even if the gruel tastes like compost, you stuff it into your mouth and swallow as if your life depends on it (because, honestly, it does).[break][break]
Two, you [Write reports until they're satisfied]. Sometimes you write on your own, but they can never know you do. You keep these hidden in small notepads and pages between the books you personally hoard—stories of other worlds, places you wish you could visit. They're how you express your individuality after being churned through a melting pot of spies, agents and sycophants. They may give or take your name and identity on a whim, but these little worlds will always be your own.[break][break]
Three, you [Pull the trigger] with your left hand. You don't see people, you just read names—combinations of letters that designate where you point and shoot. [Names are targets, and targets are jobs—don't overcomplicate things]. Emotion has no place in your line of work, so you've cut the threads that connect those nerves. [break][break]Technically, they're still there; but, functionally? It's a slow death.[break][break]
[Mercy has no place in your world], after all.[break][break]
[Other prescripts to follow:][break][break]
[Take care of your body and mind], [If your body fails you, you fail us]—[Complacency is an act of rebellion, and rebellion is the act of a traitor]. You know very well what happens to traitors: they disappear. You don't want to disappear, well, not like that. So you work hard, you keep in shape, and you do a good job.[break][break]
Only a good job, though. You don't want to stand out. Those that stand out are put in more dangerous positions—avoiding those uncomfortable placements is how you've survived. You're careful because it doesn't matter if you're an Initiate or an Acolyte: a bullet between the eyes kills you just the same.[break][break]
Well, unless you have a spell for that. You don't, though. Otherwise, you would've disappeared like "that" a long time ago, right? They'd find you even if you tried; like the waxed wings of Icarus, you'd burn and smash straight into the ocean. They'd break your bones—rewrite your story. The thought makes your skin crawl. It's wrong.[break][break]
That's why you're still here: You still eat, you still write, and you still pull the trigger for them without hesitation.[break][break]
And for what? To [Eat, write, and pull it again.][break][break]
[attr="id","hydracol"]Timeline
Enlisted 1995 You had talent—or so you were led to believe. Good at taking things away from others. They also said you had an impressive shot, and that your domain was an incredible boon. You believed them since they didn't treat you like your last parents did—you had a good feeling about them. It was enough for you to have a room, a purpose, and someone who would hold and aim you as tightly as you did your rifle.
Training until 2003 It was difficult; but you survived this, too. Your eyes had been glued to their lessons for years, but now you had the confidence to lead your own life. You felt like [You] would [Owe] them a lot—to [Us], [You]'re special. You [Are] important. Now you can lead your own life, they said, like we do [Ours]. You could feel hope return—your dull, fish-eyed stare lit up with the prospect of having a normal life.
Mission Start 2003 So when you went out on your first mission, you were optimistic. This was a mistake. Two other initiates left with you, but only you returned alive. The room was washed red again. They punished you when you reported what happened, which confused you terribly. Why were they so upset? It's not like it had been your fault that both rooms had been washed the same crimson color. Still, you felt like you could see more clearly after being reprimanded.
Misc Missions 2005 You didn't see other agents on your missions much anymore. They equipped you with the tools you'd need to covertly take out your targets and return without anybody catching the slightest glimpse of you. All you had to do was play pretend until they gave you the signal, then [Pull The Trigger].[break][break]
You can still remember long nights of no sleep, huddled in the corner of a window as you watched people walk beneath dim streetlights through a scope. Life was simpler: input and output, that's all it was. Man and familiar joined as one, with a singular task to convert the input to output.
Sentinel Promotion 2008 You couldn't even remember how long it had been since you weren't undercover at this point. When you came back home they didn't give you the reception you expected—You had left a troublesome Initiate with an uncertain future, but now they told you how proud they were of your accomplishments. You'd become a Sentinel. What exactly did that mean? More responsabilities. You also saw comrades again, and this time they didn't die. There was a small comfort in that.
Slow Crawl 2013 Five years passed in the blink of two eyes. No, it was four—sometimes six, rarely seven behind your scope. They would leave Initiates at your residence and tell you to teach them what they had taught you. It was a simple job working as an Enforcer, though very boring. Those that they left with you broke before they could ever learn what you were taught—a shame, sincerely, because they had potential. Maybe they could have also become someone important if they hadn't been sent to you.
Acolyte Acension 2018 You can't remember this year. Well, you can, but the you in your memories don't feel like you. It's someone else wearing your face, someone else inside your body making you dance to an unknown tune. They pulled the trigger this time, and you watched from the back. It was a very important mission, and you succeeded: action, reaction, and conclusion. You survived, again, and were made an Acolyte for this accomplishment (was it really yours to claim?). You were worried at first—but The Red Washed Room made you feel normal again. [break][break]
This chapter had no room for accidents, and you understood your role. They may ask you to save something, or even destroy it; but, it only mattered that you followed the course. As long as the course continued, so would you—and eventually, you'd find 'the answer'. For now, though, you knew you had no need for such conclusions.
Current Time 2023 You're still going through the motions, and sometimes the motions are still going through you. Motions are orders that you pass down to others from your bookstore: Wisteria. You follow these sequences without fault, it's important to feed the heads that command you. You preach and advocate for things you don't necessarily believe in with public appearances. You [Wake up], you [Eat], you [Deal With Customers], you write, and you still occasionally [Pull The Trigger] when they ask you to.
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[attr="id","hydracol"]Final words
- Owner of a small two-story bookstore in Delphi known as "Wisteria".
- Proponent for the rights of Witches & community activist.
- Moonlighting as a popular author under the pseudonym "鬼灵 (Gui Ling)".
- Proficient in sharpshooting & Krav Maga, among some other useful things.
- Tea & coffee connoisseur [read: snob]