Speedwalk [Blue Jay]
Jun 22, 2016 12:54:07 GMT -7
Post by Blue Jay on Jun 22, 2016 12:54:07 GMT -7
“Thanks for noticing, I like to think of that as one of my selling points.” He replied sarcastically. He guessed he couldn’t expect to be thanked, regardless of how much trouble he was causing for himself in order to help them. Nor could he blame them for their harsh words throughout this whole ordeal. Had this been a casual run-in, perhaps, but he doubted he’d be much better off if he was in their position.
Blue Jay remained silent as he turned another dark corner. It was several moments before he began again, and when he did, he spoke quietly and slowly between breaths. “There’s a big difference between knocking someone out at calling the police and seriously injuring someone in a fight and leaving them to die. I do the former to play my part in keeping the city safe. I’m not doing the later because, Keeper or not, you’re a person.” Entirely accurate or not, that’s how he saw it; they’d been greatly injured and left to their own devices. He wasn’t sure what kind of endurance or healing abilities of their own Unhallow had, but this was not a safe subject to make assumptions about.
“And I’m not saying your allies are the devil. I may not agree with all of their methods, and I still think they’re irresponsible, but you’re a Keeper and you seem nice enough. They can’t be all bad.” He said, almost as a grunt. The walking was wearing on him, but he knew it was just a little farther. If he hadn’t been putting all his strength into lifting Unhallow, he would have shrugged. “But I guess there’s not much point in trying to explain myself. I’ll just have to settle for being that weird anomaly of a guy who wouldn’t stop bugging you with his nonsense talk and then put his rep on the line because he was worried about his fellow human being.” Despite feeling his injured leg beginning to shake as he walked, or being soaked through with blood that was only partially his own, or, far worse than their words, Unhallow’s crying, Blue Jay was smiling. Even if it didn’t make any sense to anyone else, he was glad to be doing what he was doing.
They were coming upon their destination and the very carefully (he was sure) hidden lair of heroes known as the Bulwark HQ. He still had to find an open back door, but he didn’t mind having a couple more minutes before he had to go in. He’d take as much time as he could get to prepare himself. Even if most of that time was spent telling himself he’d “worry about problems when they came up”.
Blue Jay remained silent as he turned another dark corner. It was several moments before he began again, and when he did, he spoke quietly and slowly between breaths. “There’s a big difference between knocking someone out at calling the police and seriously injuring someone in a fight and leaving them to die. I do the former to play my part in keeping the city safe. I’m not doing the later because, Keeper or not, you’re a person.” Entirely accurate or not, that’s how he saw it; they’d been greatly injured and left to their own devices. He wasn’t sure what kind of endurance or healing abilities of their own Unhallow had, but this was not a safe subject to make assumptions about.
“And I’m not saying your allies are the devil. I may not agree with all of their methods, and I still think they’re irresponsible, but you’re a Keeper and you seem nice enough. They can’t be all bad.” He said, almost as a grunt. The walking was wearing on him, but he knew it was just a little farther. If he hadn’t been putting all his strength into lifting Unhallow, he would have shrugged. “But I guess there’s not much point in trying to explain myself. I’ll just have to settle for being that weird anomaly of a guy who wouldn’t stop bugging you with his nonsense talk and then put his rep on the line because he was worried about his fellow human being.” Despite feeling his injured leg beginning to shake as he walked, or being soaked through with blood that was only partially his own, or, far worse than their words, Unhallow’s crying, Blue Jay was smiling. Even if it didn’t make any sense to anyone else, he was glad to be doing what he was doing.
They were coming upon their destination and the very carefully (he was sure) hidden lair of heroes known as the Bulwark HQ. He still had to find an open back door, but he didn’t mind having a couple more minutes before he had to go in. He’d take as much time as he could get to prepare himself. Even if most of that time was spent telling himself he’d “worry about problems when they came up”.